Poem-A-Day: Day 104

Drown Syndrome

Window shades draw strings
to see who goes first,
pulling down,

              down,



                                  down,




         down,

drowning under the rabbit hole,

hiding
with the people under the stairs,

hides tanned,
skinned,
screened silky smooth
within cloth burrito wraps
dapper than the duke of
earl of Rochester
swapping dick tales,
fluids,

more dapper even,
than dare say in heresy,
my own common sense;
two cents drawing straws
to see who goes first,
slowly drown,



drown,





                           drown,



            drown,

down within the wishing wells.