Jogging the Mind

Hello all,

Below you will find a verse poem that looks very different from the first. I like both of them, hopefully you do too. Let me know what you think, if you decide to read it.

All the best,

JCO

Jiggling the Door Handle
You’re slumping, bobbling, throbbing
For the knob bobbing affirmations
That reality’s ajar while her door is
Stuck, stiff—hinges are squeaking,
Forcing you to peeping through the 
Key-hole thus, and in battered brass
You’re beholding your beholdening
To that God which is a woman,
Cruelly echoing your own cries.

Futile, feral, the knob throbbing
Bobbing, rattling affirmations: 
Up, down, brass bulbs quaking 
As you’re shaking, with your knob
Thrashing at the threshold screeching 
Past those hinges which then singes
Your sanity, such that your humanity’s
Slumping, blubbering, bobbing as your
Battered knob flops below the lock,
Blocked.