there was once a red, heart shaped balloon,
that said goodbye to its silver, curly string
and disappeared at once into a great, grey,
distant cloud.
the day was grey and sideways rained,
from inside a car where Tom Waits
croaked with a mighty feebleness
stone. blind. love.
pitched against the rain and marching
a man ducks into a bank
not knowing about the balloon
who embarked on its journey to nowhere
a moment ago.
