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
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