The Doors

Posted on 2022/02/09 by Bartholomew Barker

The Doors

Jim Morrison vacationed in Tangier,
walked past this door twice a day
with Pam, Mick & Marianne.

Stumbling from hotel to souk to beach
where heaven bleeds into the ocean
and the cafe serves a naked lunch,

he walked past doors of perception,
most were locked, some ajar
but a few were inviting.

He crossed the threshold
of film student to rock star,
poet to alcoholic

through a door as blue
as the cleansed sky
and just as infinite.

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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7 Responses to The Doors

  1. JeanMarie says:
    2022/02/09 at 20:54

    I think Jim himself is reading this poem and giving his approval. Well done!

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  2. mbrazfieldm says:
    2022/02/09 at 23:43

    awesome piece love the nod to Billy Burroughs, priceless

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  3. Cassa Bassa says:
    2022/02/11 at 02:34

    I love this poem! 💚

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