Good balloons don't fall

Balloons - they look happy blown up, don't they?

A force pushing out - I wonder where from.

Fatigued and stretched till they lose shape -

Someone else's dreams pushed in too hard.

Good balloons don't come down, do they?

They rise and be pretty, smart and beyond reproach.

Rise till the clouds start constricting their pretty facade

Out of sight and unseen, they blow up beyond repair.

Tell

Come Stranger, 
Stop by if bored. 
I don’t tell much, 
Though good company.

Talk about the mighty thunderer, 
The pesky neighbour, 
Or the world as it should be. 

Let’s talk till we start to tell 
When It peeks - no more - 
Douse It in the weather and Tea, 
Munch and swallow - The tea heavy secrets. 

Promise me you won’t dig
 And I will give you the map 
To my heavy treasures. 
Beware, the darkest gold 
Is what the closest ones can never have. 

Or, I could give It in a riddle, 
I can sleep having given 
and you needn’t hide. 

Now that you have the cipher 
Swear you won’t crack It - 
This riddle. 
Me. 

The domino house

I look down at the black and white tiles -

An incomplete house of spotted ivory dominoes

Columns over columns - painstakingly stacked.

Squinting as I inch closer, I pick the next cold tile

Gingerly place it on top of the deck -

The black dots are blurred out of focus.

Breathing no longer involuntary,

I forget to exhale as the last piece stands

Between the deck and my pudgy fingers

I must back now and leave it to the elements

But my body rebels against the mind,

My fingers grip harder when it should let go

And sends shivers through my spine.

Will the house stand tall or crumble on the floor

Who cares? The wait scares me more than the fall.

Options

Outside -

The grass is green

And beasts roam free.

Inside -

Me and a hammer

A locked glass chamber.

Outside -

A sunny midday

Prey eating weaker prey

Inside -

Boringly safe

Oh, But Outside -