5 blue balloons
hanging on a telephone wire above some bar
i could not tell if they were sad or relieved
i didnt have the time to ask them
but i thought about them as i rode the bus
to and from my work
whilst listening to
how to manifest
and say thank you for my heart's desires..
i went about the hour
"5 blue balloons
inside my head
while chubby faced grace jumped and shrieked
and tony made some kind of orgasmic noise that 5 year olds know nothing of
and then i said
and kept repeating
"oh yes, good job"
"yes ... yes... wow. good job"
all the while only thinking of the state of those 5 blue balloons
and the like
and then i thought of superman
and the poem that i was going to write about him
and that day he went away
as a means of avoiding the word that i really wanted to write about 2 nights ago
or 3 years ago
when i was fuming from it
how superman wouldve been just "man" without the
how he woulda been the same as a deflated blue leotard and red cape hanging
how one time he gave up his "super"
to just be
and wound up drunk and deflated at a dive bar with stubble as his only friend
how he was something like
sad balloon without its air
knocking shots of whiskey back
how he gave up his "super"
to be "man"
for lois lane
till they both found out that
halfa why she loved him
and halfa why he'd loved himself
was because he had been such a
but i got so
by those 5
up there on the wire
that all i could really think about was
that one word
thats been keeping me so high and full of hope
that one word being:
- kim thompson. seoul. s. korea. thursday 17 feb 2011 sometime after 4pm and before 7pm