this morning deep in thought i walked out the front door and turned left to the 7-11 and there they were, hanging like giants in the ocean of the the sky: seven balloons: silent and still and there against the quiet grey of morning, brightly coloured like the tears of a clown.
they look like tears but they are upside down like a satanic cross. i guess this means they stand for happiness and not sadness and so i grinned. i was disarmed.
xxx