the only way to burst a balloon
is to 
believe 
that the gases inside it 
exist 
to inflate
add a little helium 
and that little bit of plastic
might rise.
once i put my name 
and address on a tag 
cos as a child i was delighted
a stranger might find it
and write to me. 
the balloon burst somewhere
like a hopeful bubble
and i thought 
of the address tag lying in the gutter.
i dont do balloons anymore.
just pleasure in stamping on them 
and hearing the bang like a miniature gunshot.
smililng to see its impact all arround me.
that the noise hs found me centre of attention.
but still its not about me. 
just a big bang and some gases.