open doors

ditch the glamor!

turn open the padlock!

let go!

let go of perversity,

let it fade into

a parallel universe;

then stand ready to face

the hungry scarecrow when he comes calling

with his desticated hello sugarpie;

jagged teeth showing in a hungry smile:

show yourself from behind the veil and laugh when he scuttles off

a madman falling apart in half-step uptime,

scattered straw streaming in his wake,

i say, let go!

throw open those doors!

step over the picked lock into the mystery

awaiting your embrace behind them