thoughts before knocking…

some doors
are

always closed
no one
dare
enter
nor
seriously consider
what lies
just
beyond
the threshold
other doors
are
partially opened
to
let those
passing by
admired
what lies
just
out of reach
so as to
fill their dreams
at night
but
a few doors
are swung
wide-open
inviting
all travelers
of
this life
welcome
and
a place
to rest
one’s weary
soul

measuring…

the paint’s
worn off
where your fingers
carefully
calculated
what would be needed
to complete
the job
but
how many hours
were counted
as you made it
take shuffling steps
in and out
of its case
as you
sat
waiting
for
the union bosses
to
punch your card
granting
you
right of passage
to
the job site
and
to
moments of hope
hope
for a better life
for
those you love
better
than
yours
you
the poor
and
unwanted
immigrant seed
cast upon
this nation’s
desert sands
and
told
to grow
without water

some assembly required…

with visions of surgarplums dancing

as
politicos
down another
classic dry martini
a martini
assembled
in
america
with
the best
components
from around
the world
another child
is gunned down
a child
assembled
by god
with
loving parents
a child
gunned down
with
a weapon
made of
the finest
american
components

don’t wait for it…

no-need-for-words

i had
hoped
to have
a
personal
conversation
with you
but
you insisted
that
i respond
on
facebook
so that
all
your
friends
could serve
as
your
surrogate conscious
and to
no doubt
provide you
with the kind
of loyal support
worthy
of
at least
two
kindergarten gold stars stickers
alas
i am not
a certified member
of the
instant pudding mind group
so this query
into
your years
of
duplicitous living
shall end
as with
all
your ventures
seeking
more