Fire Door

i opened the fire door

to four lips

none of which were mine

kissing

tightened my belt around my hips

where your hands were missing

and stepped out into the cold

collar high

under the slate gray sky

the air was smoking and the streets were dry

and i wasn't joking when i said

good bye

there were magazine quality men talking on the corner

french, no less much less of them then us

so why do i feel like something's been rearranged?

you know, taken out of context i must seem so strange

~*~"Fire Door" Ani DiFranco

So I'm writing again, tonight, because I can, and I want to. I wanted to post a poem I wrote a few days ago. So here's this.

The Saga of a Future Star

Once upon a time
In a land not far away
A maiden chose to go by plane
On a trip for 7 days

She took to the sky on silver wings
A bullet in the blue
'Twas her first trip by herself, alone
But afraid she was not, 'tis true

Hours later she arrived at last
In the city that never sleeps
When she stepped outside and saw the lights
She was quite ready to weep

The maiden stayed with nearby kin
Happy as never before
Fell asleep and dreamt
Of opportunities at her door

On the third day of that pioneer trip
The maiden and aunt took to the town
For the maiden's firs experience
Of opportunities of great reknown

They traveled 'cross George Washington Bridge
On their treck to old Broadway
To begin a life changing experience
Fated for that day

As the show progressed, the maiden watched
In awe, so glad she went
The saddest time was at the end
Of a musical called Rent

Back in her makeshift home
The maiden wrote fown her thought
And told her aunt all of the things
Her gift of the stage had brought

Finally on the seventh day
The time of departure came
Sad to leave, but sure to return
The maiden left, never the same

And evermore since then
The maiden has known in her heart
That she and New York City
Would never be apart.
--1/19/05

added by Kara Bickhem:

In the highest regard
The maiden held this city
Yet with grave concern
The maiden took pity

On a poor teacher
Of the english variety
Who needed her own trip
A bit of the "Bigg Apple" piety

So off into the sunset they rode
Amped for sume fun
Dinner and a show...
1/20/05

So let me know what you think guys... it's always great to hear from you all. Now I'm off, to... I don't know. But no point in going on about nothing.

Love to all cause love is good!