Two Green Balloons along the street lined with jewelry,cakes, and all those things that make a festivala party, are the smiles of those who value life.its about the experience not the six dollars , she saysi watch the boys flip over a rubber duckan S gets them each an inflatable dolphin.so we walk more, holding hands, amongstthem all, watching them carrying dolphins, smilingwatching us carrying dolphins, smilingafter cake, two green balloons, and finally the moon bouncea wonderful day.nothing matters to the boys, except that moment, andthat their balloons didn't fly away while they bounced.on second thought, the oldest says on the wa
The Prime Time Years ago I could sitAll day on that chairMy body settled in cushionsMuch bigger then than nowHalf awake I hear the radioLucille, once againPicked a prime time to leaveI fall back, half asleepThe audience yells, I come toHigher they try to persuadeBut on the couch he says lowerAnd from the kitchen she calls higherOnly Bob Barker knows for sureOutside I play amongst the soundOf locusts (or something clattering)Once again the ball lands in my gloveAnother perfect game, At least twenty that summerShe calls for meFresh Lemonade, And that chair once againOut of the window I could seeHe picked something f
The Birds of Death Frozen in the atmospherePlates of hope break apartSorrow drips from aboveStinging my startled eyesA hurried rush maims my sensesMy screams muffled by the windWoe swirls around my coverChilling my smoldering soulStumbling over the outermost gateI embrace my clattering last breathKnives of grass serrate my fallCarving ribbons on my empty shellSplattered grief fertilizes the earthA deep quiet sprouts from miseryAlas, the time has faithfully comeFor the final feast upon my beingThe birds of death will gorge themselvesWhile devouring my generous remains
As Is Yesterday I won the world shooting diceYou know the giant ball that nobody wants?I thought I could make a few changes to itSpruce it up a bit, and maybe sell it laterMy friends tell me that I'm wasting my timeI don't see how, I really have nothing better to doI have a step-by-step plan to make it more desirableI'd polish up the sky by getting rid of all the pollutionIt's hard to see the ground through all the terrible muckPerhaps there is beauty down there that we have overlookedI'd also like to rid its oceans of sludge and grimeThey have gorgeous seas that are going to wasteAnd all that garbage, don't get me started o
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