Wednesday, September 25, 2013

End of Day (Poem 176)

underwater end 
of slippery day 
feel the way up darkened 
stairs where ghosts 
of palm trees sway 
and drink 
cocktails from coconut shells 
see-through plastic monkeys 
swinging from the rims 
behold the golden end
the ebb and flow of light 
painting the world a dream 
how pink the clouds are 
looming like mountains
underwater 
slipping sleepy 
hazy mind 
sleazy time hanging
like a wrinkled garment from 
the day's bony shoulders

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six