door – other animals

do I admit shamefully sheepishly that I love the stream of music video podcast my phone tablet computer can provide the immersion in old loves missed opportunities new lush lands to be lost in but why not what’s better for those of us who lose the thread so quickly what was that Pavement tune that Philip glass bit I love but maybe I’m getting too Prozac I mean prosaic I think maybe now anyway all the hints can drive you mad you think they’re heading somewhere but one turn around the lake and we’re back at the front door unkissed

with the night’s old trick rainbow reflecting off the participation trophy we try our best to waddle past the open door to dreams of anonymous revenge

orange sky the scent of spices through the door

the creak of the door as she leaves I hope the mockingbird wasn’t listening