Love In Rubber Balls Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Love In Rubber Balls



From a seashore wedding
all that's left at ebb's tide are
discarded hot air balloons.

Once inflated egos
now in flaccid condoms
are the only ephemeral remnants

of flushed adulation
feeding foreign shores.
Lovers gone,

paramours in search of passion,
only barren lovers' wishes
fill imaginary baby carriages.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: pome
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