Wild Ballooning Poem by Eli Spivakovsky

I'm going wild ballooning for my birthday
the sky is going to play with my hair
yes, you can sky-dive if you must
but ballooning is the kicker

Up there it won't matter
that my sugar-buzz don't love me no more
even though the birds kiss in front of me
even though my tears curve like jewels
I will be an aeronaut instead

I'm going in a hot air balloon for my birthday
the apple trees will shine in the distance
extinguished sapphires will hang from the sky
the clouds will ripple
and fall apart so easily
and there's no need for pacts anymore

Up there it won't matter
that my cutie-loops don't love me no more
even though I'm skittering the air
even though I have chopped-up tulips on my heart
I will be an aeronaut instead

Yeah, my perfume will freeze
and we'll fly over where we met
and I will scrub that part of the sky clean
until little diamonds rip through and fall.