Just an old Poem Today

With Bagman and Butler both brooding in the dark, I seem to be museless. But I’ve become infected with Blogger’s Compulsion which forces me to post something…anything…so here is a poem from the vault.

Door Poem #2

You can see this one coming

unless you’ve never watched

The Three Stooges

but if I don’t take your door

too seriously, I might just play

anyway, stepping back ten paces

and running at full speed

like some gung-ho cop even if

wood is harder than collarbone

but you and I both know

at the last minute

you’ll jerk open the door

and I’ll go flying through

with a loud “Yahoo!” and crash.

So instead I’ll stop – surprise –

at the last second grinning.

And of course you won’t open the door.

In fact, you might not even be home

leaving me standing

with that look you know so well.