tagNon-Erotic PoetryThe balloon seller, Brighton pier

The balloon seller, Brighton pier


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.

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