Editors aren’t showing much interest in this new poem of mine, so here it is. Because that’s possible in 2013. (The photo is of British stand-up comedian/storyteller Daniel Kitson, who in no way inspired the poem.)
He found it hilarious to tell balloons,
“Don’t hold your breath.”
Maybe because he too was empty inside
and at the same time incapable of containing
his own hot air. Or there was another
explanation seized upon
by the scientific community
in which he had zero faith/friends:
People near him often noticed a quiet hiss
(though they never smelled any odor)
that was determined — by rigorous experiment —
to be the truth escaping him the moment
he dared to start a conversation.
This fart of honesty typically disappeared
on the next breeze, no matter how slight.
And afterwards everyone would wonder
what was safe to believe and what was not.
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