Doors and..

I tapped on my shoulders to check

Is she alive?

corrosion on red beating thing!

Long wave of numbness

A battle had begun

The long snake of desire and corrosion

made a mash

Someone had died in the battle

Orange peels where smiling

Half of what had to be right was wiggly

Around the edges of confusion a fence was built

A blue bird dared to join

The vivid smell of nothingness waved

Parked my car on the left

Invited jalapeño just to make sure I feel

The color of the clouds tasted like strawberries

The jalapeño did nothing

I needed a push

To open the door

There was no door where I lived

There was no door!

I woke up

Still no door

I drew an imaginary door around me

A door full of rooms

I parked on the left

With jalapeño and the new built door

Only an African dance

a complete match

of fire and soul

Against the window a parked car

on the left

There was fire and songs

I put on my shoes

I had to go

The door was gone

No door can be built on a sand castle.
P.K 

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