A ten by eleven tomb, lock secured, across the hall from the communal bathroom. <br />Up the long, steep, short tread stairs, <br />where many had been before and would come more, <br />With their ecstasy safely anchored to bottomless despair. <br />This is your room and here is your key and you know the details of the rent said she. <br />All my being screaming inside, begging for a commuted sentence or at least, <br />A final chance of escape, I nodded thank you, and she went on her way. <br />Brought in my guitar, radio and what little clothes I had, this exile was going to be sad. <br />As I unlocked the door, and the tomb came into view, I laughed out loud and said, You've got be kidding. <br />From floor to ceiling there was faded wallpaper, it devoured <br />The place. In all pastel letters in an unending pattern the word Rainbow, everywhere. <br />And under Neath this beacon, seven by two inch, <br />Lay a primary colored distant horizon swish. <br />I was aghast, but grateful for the laugh. <br />A cockroach sentry peeked from his station. <br />I saluted, for he outranked me in determination. <br />I vowed then and there that I would never again sink so low. <br />And at that moment there was a knock on my door. <br />First thing I saw was the cast on his hand, he said hey u want some free cable I’m leaving here tomorrow man. <br />The deal being done, I unpacked in my new home.<br /><br />Anthony Joseph Erangey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cockroach-and-its-rainbow-room/
