lunchbreak poetry

let's send out
through the bright air
and the steeples,
colours like red,
turquoise,
orange and purple.
let's fill the sky with
inflatable lovers
who kiss and who cuddle
with string and with rubber,
who squeak and who pop
in shameless abandon,
who soar and who drop
like crazy Tibetan mountains,
for whom blue is the canvas
into which they weave their thread
and the ground, it is tiny
like a bump on your head.
20,000 shades of loving,
across the chimneys of Worthing,
bumping and grinding,
losing and finding,
big balloon love,
to catch our weary eyes,
to take us up from the factory
into bigger skies.