Hawaii,6 A.M. Poem by Jeffrey Obomeghie

The sky is the color of whisky
Dark like the palette of Beksiński
The trees are frozen in place like jilted brides
The water stares at you with blue eyes
Poised to heal you
or kill you

The streets sob in loneliness
sprinkled with the dust of abandoned lives
The people here are so full of grace
so quick with an embrace

We drive through the land of forgetting
where nothing is threatening
where the price of bread
is cheaper than the price of head
on the mainland
This is no wasteland
Paradise is not cheap
for those who want a good night's sleep
If you want to marry Rigoletto's daughter
be prepared to deal with Rigoletto he is a fighter
So we have gathered all our pennies
For a trip we should have taken in our twenties