Tiki Doldrums

Tiki Doldrums

A Poem by Alex Borst

Woke up on a raft in a motel pool
Booze ran out, I threw a tantrum or two
Punched at the sky 'til it turned black and blue
Manager Greg says "Go back to your room"

Phone keeps ringing, I turn off the sound
World keeps turning, I lie on the ground
I had my turn, but I turned it down
I found myself where I can't be found 

© 2019 Alex Borst


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Added on August 16, 2019
Last Updated on August 16, 2019