Ukulele

a cheap ukulele rests
sleeplessly tonight,
far away from the musky light
leaning against the wall
amongst the shadows of other objects

slouched in a tight corner
against the chrome stand
looking like a mysterious bowler-hat detective
shadily smoking a cigarette
on a secret mission at midnight

ukulele wrapped up in a crinkly case
the crinkles form eyes,
lonesome red-case expression
shows that this instrument
feels displaced in this place

suffocating; surrounded by mountains of clothes
waiting to be played in this terrain,
but the ukulele cannot muster up a complaint

the ukulele; on it's own
next to the plug sockets and wires,
mangled wires amongst wires
plug sockets amongst plug sockets

all forming a warped hybridous willow tree
in the forest where the ukulele cannot smile