Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Helium Dreams

Aimless,threadless and floating
the ballons of hope intermingle
and untangle
a mystery that hold.
suspended on the ceilings

badly plastered
an alcoholic sloppy hand.
The slight wave.

I think they fluttered,

a demon
: pink,violet and fiery red.
Straining to fly away.
Poor desperate souls.
caged into a stasis of dreams.

The helium seems to abandon them
a vapour ghost leaves.

thats the color of the soul too.

vaporous and ghost like.
I kill you,you stupid bastards
a needle is all you needed.

now stay and mourn the death
of your rubber based corpse
and your helium dreams.