TWILIGHT IN THE WORLD OF BALLOONS

PHOTO COURTESY OF ANTHONY LUEBBERT

and the earth
feels as old as
dirt again

the violins
still mimicking the crickets
and not
the other
way around

the sky is the canvas
we will inject
kandinskily
with the raging crayola
120 pack of color-lustful-majesty

we burn with love
floating amongst the
cosmos

we are as illuminated
as we are
in love
as we are
slightly drunk – only
slightly

out here with the distant
stars
levitating in baskets
crushing
the blurs of
people like ants
with our
blinking
eyes

we distance ourselves

and holding our

breaths

we look at the
world
through the glass
cover above its
brushstrokes

and in the hangover
we descend
flickering flames
rejoining the torch of
humanity

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2012

PHOTO COURTESY OF ANTHONY LUEBBERT: http://www.anthonyluebbert.info/http://www.monkfishjowls.com/

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13 thoughts on “TWILIGHT IN THE WORLD OF BALLOONS

    • Thank you. I was a little anxious about how people would receive this one, but it makes me feel good hearing you say it speaks to the heart.

  1. “the violins
    still mimicking the crickets
    and not
    the other
    way around”

    This surely resonated with me. Played the violin for a while….or tried to play the violin for a while. I always knew I sounded terrible but never could put my bow on it. It was the cricket sound. Thanks for reminding me. :( :)

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