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.

War

We loved to fight. We were Catholics. And they were Protestants. Were Irish, Italian and Polish. We didn’t know what they were. Didn’t care. And then mere pitch battles between students became an all out war between the two schools. Catholic and Protestant. No one who witnessed those days could ever feel more joy in his heart.
Read War.