I'm standing in a gutter
noticing, thinking
With maybe a sense of humour
or boredom
or time that needs attention
a coin or maybe a pocketknife
or a sharp metallic edge
did he
I assume a he
have a paint scraper
kept in his pocket for just such an occasion
when maybe pitch dark night
or early, very early, pitch dark morning
conspired
with defective surveillance cameras
and a sleeping security guard
I assume sleeping
to create both the solitude and the
impromptu art studio that gave birth
to the instructions on the glass
entrance of the expensive downtown
office tower?
Use her Door
Mark? I'm assuming [[[ though 'to assume' makes (sometimes) an out of 'u' and/or 'me' ]]] that either you were asleep while composing this OR I was asleep while reading it. Hm? I'm glad you are still submitting. ;) bri
All doors are now the same, and your poem serves as a true mirror for humanity. Full Stars*****
Under the dim lights, melancholy sound, art was born from magical mind... and sorrow heart
2) M.J., if you were to make a video of this, it would go viral...with thousands of hits! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
A truly AMAZING poem! The very vivid imagery is art at its best. The mystery of the other door will hold me in suspense for quite some time. This is prime material for a video!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliantl Thanjs MJ for this bravo-worthy poem
Thanks so much, LeeAnn!