Keys

Who is that knocking at my window
Not real sure
Please don't come in
You can use the front door

Your unappealing
A threat to me
Please don't come near
Let's have a cup of tea

Stay away
How many more times
Please don't come around
Hating you is such a crime

Don't threaten my life
Put away the gun
Please don't approach me
You & I always had such fun

You fatally shot me
Down to one more breath
Please come closer
I'll avoid you through death

He strides 'neath billows
of storm clouds 'a comin'
winds 'a stirrin'
grass blades burnin'
waist-high in summer heat.

He stops
takes in the scent
of Earth
of dirt
from which he came
'a twistin' out from below
one day.

Faint smile
plays on his lips
key to the door
'a janglin' at his hip

A wagon in the distance
comes 'a rollin' on
closer
like the others did
before they left the road

He feels his thoughts
'a risin'
swelling, growin'
surmising
what this one will hold

So beautiful....
white wagon canvas
sailing it's last
on prairie waves.

He will put them
in the room
behind the door
with all the rest--
lifeless eyes 'a starin'

He touches the key
caressing--
the Prairie Son's 'a comin'....

(For Fia Naturie's Keys Competition)

I walked into the attic room.
The black door stood
with seemingly nothing

behind it.
I felt inside my pocket
for the key I instinctively knew

would be there.
It felt warm and electric
in my pocket.

I fit the key into the lock,
and held my breath,
opening the door.

Inside was me.
But a completely different me.
I was thin and beautiful.

I could walk
without the help
of a walker.

I was normal.
I didn't have bipolar depression
and I didn't feel

sad or lost
or chronically empty and lonely
anymore.

I had a gorgeous husband
who doted on my every word
and a job I loved.

I wanted to step further inside the door
and lose myself to that unknown paradise
but at that exact instant,

I heard my daughter
moaning from the living room.
“Mama, it's time. Your grandbaby

is coming.”
And I heard my angry son-in-law
barking how if I didn't hurry up

I would make them late.
I stepped back from the door,
closed and locked it.

And I went back downstairs,
knowing as I did
the door would vanish forever.

I heard creaking on the floor-boards    
as if a ghost passed through my room,    
and sensed the musty old sash-cords    
and heard the cuckoo's two-tone tune.    
Beyond the city's constant boom    
far back to some forgotten past    
that exists in the mind of this loon    
I heard slick-click, of an iron door-latch,    
    
Then, breezes shushered in the mown meadow      
and the sound of unknown song birds,  
the scent of cut grass made me mellow      
by that peaceful past, long unheard,    
and memories of lowing herds    
this clattering of arriving milk,    
the whole ensemble, resonant of cellos,    
so smoothly cool as ancient silk...    
     
But they surrounded my land with city sound    
they bounce it off concrete,    
they've made it reverberate and bound    
as the tore up my peaceful street,    
nigh near made hell on earth complete      
as upwards concrete units soar,    
but I heard the creaking of floor-boards    
so I guess, death, yeah, will seem a treat?

 “I’m the man behind the door-that’s fucking his bitch
I’m the man behind the door-feeding her this long dick,
 “While I Dutch windmill in her cat
She’s scratching up my back,

 “The more he cuss outside in the hall
Is in rhythm with the bed hitting the wall,
 “He hears her passionately thanking God
While he’s twisting and shaking the doorknob,

 “I whisper ‘tell him to go away’
She repeats and he cries ‘don’t do this to me bae’,
 “Also saying ‘baby your hurting my heart’
Her reply is ‘I’m cuming’ followed by a loud pussy fart,
 
 “This set his bitch-ass off
With him threatening an ass-whooping we just bought,
 “His threats increases my sexual drive
As I smash the pussy harder and look in her eyes,

 “Down her cheek rides a lonely tear
Because me stop fucking is the only thing she fear,
 “One hand on my hip so I won’t pull out
The other on my head, penetrating her tongue in my mouth,

 “The connection muffles the moaning sound trying to escape her lung
As I fill her deep with exploding cum,
 “Now in a different position on the floor
Ass up while her head is at the bottom of the door,
 
 “Moaning and whining mix with the hallway light
We hear him tearing up shit left and motherfuckin right,
 “Now she’s begging for me to fuck her in the ass
Making sure he heard I’m the best dick she ever had,

 “Twenty minutes later shit and cum is a combo thing
As she toss under the door the pastor’s wedding ring,
 “Now she’s on her knees sucking me clean
Getting hit by hollowpoint shells as my 9mm starts to sing”.

We
went to
my best friend's
place to surprise
him on his birthday
and opened the front door
to see him naked and with
some chick riding his dude piston
before she smiled at us and asked "Do
any of you want to strip and join us?"

I'll tell you for sure
it's
Spaces and floors
Waves and shores
where depraved implore
trips to stores,
nails, beds and bed bugs,
sun rays ignored,
what's behind the door?
Stale air and rust on swords,
millions spent on
silly fish to swim
with crooked fins
pointless play abhorred
behind the door,
what's behind the door
cept'
fortunes ignored,
oceans hardly explored
brain matter taking tours
all day
around thoughts vacant and short
but searching
what's behind the door?
Demons on fours
saints lost in their lore
stories rotten at core,
tripping over moments on which lives hinge
behind that door, suspicious
maybe one day inviting and filled with more
or at least I'm open to it