Head Like A Balloon Poem by Gary Diamond
Head Like A Balloon
out cold on a tavern floor.
know the smell but not been here before.
rub my head, dry my eyes and make for the door.
which dissolves in to the foreground before i realise it's only a dream.
but it felt real because it was real.
it was a new experience based on the old.
it's not creative but it can try.
don't hold it too tightly you'll make it burst.
but you'll like that because you're like that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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