BALLOONS

is that you,

behind the half price food

and plastic faces,

when the sun goes down?

if you were one day to become an atom

(god forbid)

your half life wouldn't be half the time it takes you

to answer me when I pass the time of day.

I might have no name but I'm not invisible

chip on my shoulder/

fish on my head

(shoulders, knees and toes)

and bruises from when i tripped over the pavement,

staring at your aura

(purple like a cartoon grape)

"rape me"

he said.

a bit drastic,

considering

the deliberation i take

to even clean my teeth

 

life's a lot harder the smarter you are,

smartarse

and arrogance is like a soiled carpet:

asking for trouble.

a friend once said

it's better to be pleasant

and run the risk

of awkward moments in the lift,

waiting for the 4th floor

 

not the best advice of the day/

but he could be on to something

and anyway,

nothing could be worse

than the burst balloon

you've become

deflated/late again

for a date you say is just a number

a hundred years could go by

without you smiling/

I've given up trying

to put the wind in your sails

 

failure

is the new you,

a blue you

and I see you through you

so to tell the truth

you're just another

deflated balloon/
and the sooner you go,
the sooner i'll know
not to bother
with you
or the balloons
on this fuel called love
above what I thought when I met you