Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Aimless,threadless and floating
the ballons of hope intermingle
and untangle a mystery that hold.
suspended on the ceilings cruel,
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.