Ending Up

reads like
living down    -
a coconut arriving with the tide,
bottles perched in sand
the blue glass
colour or imprisoned dreams
genie of a bottle cap.
Ending up.
the brow or a gondola overturned
sees memories squared away    -
the window of the envelope
an all too foggy membrane.
Turning out like
ending up
no check-out time or
non-existant room service
in a flea-bag motel.