I begged God,
enter me, God said, yes darling
you bolted the door
*
all this time searching
for a door, not seeing the door
inside me
*
knock knock
who’s there? you are.
you are who?
*
slipping this love letter
under the narrow gap
of the wrong door
*
god in the bolt,
god in the door, god
in the hand that bolts
*
standing
on my own welcome mat
roses in hand
*
knock knock
who’s there? forgive.
forgive who?
*
unbolting the door
only to notice the walls
were already gone
in the spirit of not-so-long-ago Burma Shave roadsigns and Poetry In Public Places, i think these should be posted along some slightly less-traveled highway route, say between Placerville and Tellluride, or maybe even posted on the Telluride/Mountain Village gondola poles…
What a fun idea … It would make a fine installation piece …
Unhingings, huh? Ha! But the doors these open are interesting. The many mishaps ring true, but the one for sheer tenacity of language that just shines is number five, the ferocity of the sounds, sounds like slamming and singing at the same time.