WT: Doorways


It’s words on the walls –

always had me going,

but words on the walls

spoke of truths and lies . . . and cats and wars and messengers.

The words meant everything

but held something


as if by weight it could bring the walls





Hairline c.r.a.c.k.s across thousands of good paper

cut through stories,

cut them in ha/lf

that separates the kids from their               fathers,              the mothers,

the cows with their golden bells and red apples shining in woven baskets,

taking you on an Oz journey

and spins more words on threadbare carpets.

Words in pictures and pictures in words,

are the real truth,

are the real doorway,

to all you need to know.