Pink balloon lungs are
blown to full elastic capacity.
Moody wraiths of smoke
plume and spiral unconcerned
against the rubber textured confines.
My lungs float and drift;
ever curious about physics
heightened atmospheres
oppressive gravity.
Wispy questions snake
out on each of my exhales
like barely there whispers.
They ask about Hindenburg’s disaster
cruelty expressed between man
broken laws in today’s society
moral codes of conduct
and lost lighters.
Cloudy answers gust
through his every breath
like a counterweight.
His lungs held answers
Mine held questions.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
Pink balloon lungs are
blown to full elastic capacity.
Moody wraiths of smoke
plume and spiral unconcerned
against the rubber textured confines.
My lungs float and drift;
ever curious about physics
heightened atmospheres
oppressive gravity.
Wispy questions snake
out on each of my exhales
like barely there whispers.
They ask about Hindenburg’s disaster
cruelty expressed between man
broken laws in today’s society
moral codes of conduct
and lost lighters.
Cloudy answers gust
through his every breath
like a counterweight.
His lungs held answers
Mine held questions.
