black balloon (poem every day)

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i've stayed up too late
and now all i see
is a black balloon
uprising from the gutter
like a buttered up hog
escaped out the steel slaughter gate,
smooth and plump
as it sails toward the moon

scaling the midnight islands
of clouds that patch the sky,
floating higher and higher out of sight,
setting off
to neverland

too bad it'll soon
graze a gold splintered kite
called morning
and fall flat back

Created: Apr 02, 2014

Tags: poem every day, free-verse, black balloon, poetry

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