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The Balloon

The balloon rises,
filthy air
The glint of cobble
caught in her hair
She should have held on
But it's too late
The string is flapping
Helium is hate.

It reached for the sun
unhappy for now
But the deed was done
It rose through sky foul.

(The clown who sold it
Was no use at all)

But sooner not later, 
it started to fall
Finally, a smile
She shouted all her worth
And it came down tumbling, 
crashing to Earth.

It lay in her hands,
lifeless and limp
That smaller, deflated
burnt-up old blimp.

It wanted the sky,
and she wouldn't send

But she kept it,
her only friend...





P%^&$&!

too much alcohol

the bar
props me up

stumbling
laughing
forgetting.





Dragonfly

Hovering above the sky
Roaming free where liars lie
The freedom- 
of a fire-breathing myth 
above calm pools of water.





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Gardener

Considering faith,
my own issue.
I look up and wonder at the gardener of the sky.
Is he watching,
ploughing, mowing
over me?





Observation

Blink and you'll miss them
Watch and they're gone.





Shoe Sale

She stacked the sale items
one by one
and waited for the Monday rush...

Each customer a problem
every pair a fault
All were too tight fitting
nothing there was right

So she left the mid-day sunshine
and trod unwilling home,
strolling barefoot to her door

She spent the afternoon stacking
her shoes of yesteryear
upon the lawn

When all was just aesthetical
she slowly struck a match

and burnt the hideous, horrible tools
of discomfort and oppression

So she bid them goodbye
as they spluttered in the
blistering heat
and bubbled
(...suffocating)