door XVII

chadwick

taller double set
wide swinging doors
as heavy as stones
held mourning or splendid joyousness inside those golden walls
turquoise ceilings related to the open undying sky

another door flew away
down the way
corroding corridor corroborative can be corrupt with-in
not beyond

then row after row
a massive theater looking at nothing
but over-filled as weeds & ivy climbing into chaos
the ultra dim or bright
on & off it goes
something in our eyelids of wastelands plunging into genocide
reveling inside lustfilled orgies as boots crush bones to dust
these doors belong to who but iron bolts
big gold bars as far as eyes can view their yellow luster as sunbright

why would we not battering ram
ignite the sooner now
as teams gather our throated noise
collectively become one set of lungs in terror
completely rip apart all but precious
this is standing erect not some bullshit set of doorways holding in rape upon us
no grains
no spices
silks are fire inside those walls melting our flesh
none those windows tell truths

a simple garden grows
death collects & deploys its hounds
winter does this here
& is shot to hell
real doorways chill bones
form ice-crystals
create bells high above
sometimes lower than fungus
our toes & fingers know the way home from here quite well
but we're buried in high drifting dreams
frozen in time
slowly creaking along
bone on bone
nothing but grainy friction to live by our daily goals

these are the pathways
the entrances goddesses are behind
strums smaller & giant sitars of our lifelong admissions
she could be fancy
belly-dancing on clouds of pink & purple gases on grasses worshipping softly across her
something like treacherous but willow over water as eyes so soft like bedrooms
inside living loving are death's doorways

rollings

wowza!

vogonpoetbythelake

Charmingly conclusive and Beautiful, Thank you dear Sir