Original poem reprinted online here: "Door" by Peter Joseph Gloviczki
Originally read: September 21, 2013
More information about the Poet: Peter Joseph Gloviczki
A poem to discuss stream-of-consciousness. So the poem starts off with the image/idea of a "door" and then there's the opening with the conjunction "and" as though the title itself should be a complete thought.
And what will the ricochet
of my right ankle be worth
when all the scalpeled men
rearrange this bony puzzle
in the window doubling
Here's the trick with the conjunction, the next phrase is more likely has to be taken as a whole. So with this part of the shifts in image goes from the closeness of the ankle, then further with "scalpeled men" (note the instrument, not the men seems to stand out more here), and then the idea of a "bony puzzle" as thought to go further into a fracture in a complete phrase.
The window doubling part seems to bring back the idea of a "house" with "door" but also amplifies the the closeness before letting go, "now, as a mirror: the person / I was before I kicked gravity / hard in the abdomen." Self-inflicted abuse? I think it's more conceptual, but I don't know where this is pointing except for up.
babe, that's what you told me
on the night when I asked how
I should answer those taller
versions of yourself when they
appear between the boundaries
Yes, I quote a longer portion of the poem (and there's only two lines left) because note the direction leading to the mouth with "laugh" and then the memory in the mind. The "taller" versions of you might refer to the actual or the metaphorical -- I think this area is specifically hazy because if it was too pointed the line of, "appear between the boundaries" would put too much emphasis on meaning rather than focus on the shifting topic of placement and places where one cannot leave (mind -- stream).
The last two lines are a quote in which the speaker somewhat detaches from the stream since it isn't the speaker's words, "when he said: Put it here, / yes, that's it, now we are home". Yes, the lines refer back to the "scalpeled men" in a sense, thus blurring the lines between construction in the form of wellness and art. But what is home here? A door? The construction?