I really wanted to like the Doors. Something about their mystique drew me
so I bought a bunch of their records
and I listened to them a couple of times.
I read a couple of articles
about their origins
and the genius of Jim Morrison.

I paid attention to that first album.
I listened again
and again.
The band wasn’t for me.

Not every product pleases every consumer
and the Doors definitely seemed like product.
Morrison’s voice sounded like a Vegas crooner to me
which didn’t quite turn me on.
It tuned me out.
The tinkling organ wasn’t working for me, either.

The records have long since left my collection.
My perceptions have been blocked
to what Morrison might have shown me.
I’m all right with that;
I closed that door long ago.