June 23, 2014

Passage by Richard Schnap

The first door led to a parlor
Full of antique tables and chairs
Where a man was erasing his face
While his wife held the one to replace it
The second door led to a classroom
Where students were taught by a ghost
Whose lectures told the story of a world
That had long ago ceased to exist
The third door led to an office
With a thousand men talking on phones
Who all spoke in perfect unison
Setting appointments for salesmen of death
And the last door led to an apartment
With a crystal ball and a guitar
One to reveal the future
The other to weave it into song
Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.

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