The adding and subtraction of fractions,
the unknown obvious distractions,
inside Mathematics classrooms.
Would helium filled balloons
fall or rise on the moon.
Popped on stars, popped and thrown
in the back of cop cars.
People in charge take charge
like demolition. One high
left to die like D.I.
for Daydreamer’s Intervention.
Thank you for your wise decision
in coming back. Roundabouts
on High School track.
Folded lips form whistles
and faint whispers.
Slighted respect through,
bent misses and misters.
Missed attractions, and talk but no action,
searches for short lived satisfaction.
Broken dreams rest on chimneys
where they fell as we
slowly floated upwards
and got lost in meaningless words.
