balloons, bridges and non-euclidean geometry
they pop
until
balloons float up
then fall
down
through the clouds
into my dull, grey afternoon
bounded by guidewires.
fuzzy, vertical slices of sky--
where
tall spires disappear,
swallowed up
by the massed armada of des
cen
ding cl
ouds--
cut into my rainy day
with parallel slate lines
which meet
on the far shore.
ol
here, my reality un
d
s--
f
the skyline tilts and
lurches
buildings twi
thems
st upon elves,
a tapestry
of unnatural law
where balloons
cast square
shadows . . .
sky.
leaving sanity
they descend,
the gloating
pop, and
into
up
fall