Next 2 Door Poem by aric wilsie

Fanciful fascination
Pretend not to notice
Comfort
Security
Satis-Faction
So...Urban
Short hair
Short shirt
Short skirt
Busy and roaming
Free upon this city lot
Just unfettered
To this spot
Bought and paid for
While others watch
A Loof
A high
A mocking
In mischief
In grief
Or just plain resent
That mousy face...
Proud and dignified
Resembleing an old prune
Juicy and loose
Ha Ha!
White cat
You non superstition
Watch the trim
Look for that perky
Little look
Frustrating and fast
Unattainable as dreams
Caged inside your home
No head room
This must be clean
This must be clean
Bearing it
All of it
This busy dance
Of life and place
Roll and job
Just plain
Responsible
Respectful
High noon
Just past
Daughter?
Returned
Welcomed
Get to work
Talk shop
Scratch my...
Ask this backwards reality
To open the lid
Full of space
That needs methodical
Filling of it's nature
One begets Two
Or forgets three
All while
Archiving eyes
Watch, focus, scrutize
A secret chest
Born of pride
Hidden by shame
Played in desire
Heart, hearth, home
Mother, daughter
Together in family
Alone in love
Just another day