The string dances between my fingers, rattling like an angry
snake
waiting for me to let go, go high that heart shaped ship
extending its
sails hoping to catch wind, when will the pink sunrise peek
east I’ve
been waiting so long, long fields of effortless daisies
shivering with
nights eerie gust, trust open door smiles and soft words
even if my
body is too exhausted from overwork, work thought bubbles
like
empty pictures that need filling, fretting storm clouds clapping
and
covering the shy stars, stars leak lightening sparking symbols
of
frowns and x’s and o’s, suppose this balloon does fly high I’ll
then
finally set myself free, free ferries skidding above ooze
oceans
carrying old familiar faces, places with bikini’s and blue
umbrellas
filling my empty sky, sky whirling with ignorant grey clouds
that
suck up the quiet balloon, I swipe at the string as it waves
goodbye
with her red velvet lips, my lips mouth a requiem for the
dead love
lying at my feet, little did I know the hole was already
there.
