(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

An Innocent Knock On A Random Door

Everything else accepted and treated,
Seems to shelter
A madness gone undeleted.
The ceasing of insanity,
Is not prioritized.
And an increasing amount of it
Appears as if encouraged.
And delivered to gift one unsuspecting
They may have become the winner,
Of a surprising door prize.

People have no idea,
What an innocent knock
On a random door may return to give.
Or if a gun aimed at someone
Is or is not loaded.

'I'm sorry.
I thought you were the landlord,
Requesting I pay the rent.
And this month
I was hoping to get an extension.
Something we both could agree and accept.
Without too much of a hassle.'

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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