M (for MISTAKEN)
one of us
be destined to
pop first
skin getting thin thin thin
under oxygen helium
pressure
way to go
at last birthday
or
aiming for the Heavens
aspiring
for it all
golden ring atop
that pole
start to channel
the music of the spheres
as giddy we stretch
to embrace
the stratosphere
but here again
skin to thin and
little big bang
be our evaporation
Oh I saw that film
the red balloon
cried like a child
because I was one
caught betwixt and between
a life that has been loneliness
a death that is nothing
nothingness
unless
I am totally mistaken
poems 2 die for 