a brightly colored rubber bag
inflated with air and sealed at the neck,
attached to a string and very green,
my new best friend


Lagotic Moon C28 balloons

It is always a tragedy when you lose your head. You look for it in the sock drawer with borrowed eyed. Finding nothing you think to cry, but that voids the terms of service for the eyes you borrowed. You lawyer up, but your top notch law expert turns out to be the personification of a potato chip only pretending to have passed the bar. You lose in the court of public opinion and people throw basket balls at your head. You follow the trail of tossed spheres to where it bends in the undergrowth. There chatting with the daisies and the moths, you find you head. Will you come back with me? you ask. Nope! It replies, because it knows how a good tragedy is supposed to end.


Lagotic Moon C19 let go

Let it go. Let it go, let it go
Can’t hold it back anymore
Let it go. Let it go, let it go
What good is a balloon really for
It’s funny how some distance
Can get you all confused
Standing on some crossroads
Not knowing which to choose
And since you aren’t still in your bed
You can’t just hit the snooze
Let it go. Let it go, let it go be a balloon
Let it go. Let it go, and not a moment too soon
You can use the signs you find
To teach you where to go
You can ask the birds and such
To show you what they know
But you can only ask them when
You’ve learned to let it go