THE DOOR IS OPEN

THE DOOR IS OPEN

The door is open

the door knob is broken.

The cat is curled up on the bed.

Neil Young told me something he was hoping was a lie.

That was 30 years ago. Or more.

The window is open

the curtain is swaying in the breeze.

The cat has fled.

Leonard Cohen said the future was murder.

I'm sitting on the floor looking up at the hole

in the sky. A Canadian poet whose name I forgot

Warned us about hob nailed boots. There is something

dark and handsome coming our way.