Open the Door to Poetry

by Roddie McKenzie

These moments are rare,

as the door opens between the worlds of myth

and the workaday.

I breenge in like Indy to plunder their treasures

and lug them back hopefully,

as the door slams down behind me.

To avoid again, the melange

of: junk mail, bank statements,

overdue bills and dirty laundry.

We can:

inject mountains,

pothole into whisky bottles,

book charters on acid airlines,

or just simply

listen to that voice that says

“this is a life lived less ordinarily”.

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