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.

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
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7 Responses to The Doors

  1. JeanMarie's avatar 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's avatar mbrazfieldm says:
    2022-02-09 at 23:43

    awesome piece love the nod to Billy Burroughs, priceless

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  3. Cassa Bassa's avatar Cassa Bassa says:
    2022-02-11 at 02:34

    I love this poem! 💚

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