An enviable instability,
A ballerina in first, head turned to the left.
Man on bended knee,
Head bowed in supplication.
Cavalry horse clicks to attention,
Printing her paired hooves in the mud.
Hell is full of these broken pitchforks,
Souvenirs of Satan's perfect anger.
Woman on bended knee,
Head resting on mother's lap,
Long hair brushed across and back to the belly.
All balloons fall.
I would pull each string in order
To whirl them out of this funk.
9:35 on the hands of the clock,
Or a switchblade mid-flick.
A masturbatory three, hugging herself and
Rounded out with the swelling bosom of the proud.
The balloon continues its spiral, upwards,
Making 1 circle, and so onwards.