The balloon seller, Brighton pierbyvampiredust©
Inflated insects with aluminium
bellies blow in the wind, whilst
the attendant sends smoke signals
to potential customers.
But that doesn't work, so they wait
for their stomachs to pop, releasing
gaseous ghosts. There is no afterlife.
Tourists pass them by, some taking
pictures to put on useless websites;
others cursing silently, thinking
they are captured demons. Nobody buys,
nobody ever does.