How Can I Be A Balloon?

How can I be a balloon and not notice? How is it possible to absorb another’s breath so thoroughly. And why, when the leaking starts, does it scratch and weep? There is a monster in my thoracic cage. I slide through the window To play his baby Grand. Yes, I’ve had lessons, practise daily. The

Dichotomy of Man

    Originally inspired by the poem Monster   Feathers and claws scrabble in the dark.   The sun is a warm distraction but I am blind to my heaven and words hit a dark wall, erected by the king.   I close my eyes And the words spring…   my soul drags itself from beneath the pot of