macy's parade

some times i am

so inflated with myself



just floating above the village

like some kind of king size underdog



happy with my metaphors

but not so much with my inflated ego



an ego capable of electron like motion

and neuron energy

dancing across a synapse



that can deflate wildly around the room



and when underdog contracts

it is a good idea to hide the teapots



but let us assume i can live outside

my world of metaphors

and inflated self-esteem



and when you look up

you don't see underdog

but a misty sky

filled with rain clouds

that don't leak

onto the viewing stand porch

at the hotel and you breathe

clustered thoughts



with me nearby

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