Unlocked.
I left the door unlocked today,
Too much of my dismay.
Not a single stranger stepped through.
When the jitters simmer down,
Reflection, you took depiction of a clown.
But not a single act turned out like the symbols you drew.
Ebb and flow until the pertinent matters glow,
Red hot on ebony would penetrate the chemicals though.
Not a familiar face either.
Not much mediums through the ether.
I remembered a friend told me to journal about the residue.
Sat me down and forced me to focus on³ when the rents due.
Sometimes the temperature rises higher than the reefer allowed.
Cargo expires in the fires a trip can force to transpire when you go all out.
Years of useless writing material for the stage play.
Tears waisted on a belt of repressed agony until the last day.
Another base notched for a tree already fallen.
Sitting on the wall stumped on groundhog day holding my pollen.
Saw a reflection of the son and got up to lock my door.