Priest With Balloons
Not regular party size
Waves crash on either side.
He's wearing polypropylene,
Clutching at straws, holding onto string.
What was he looking for
Truth, or was it Heaven
Or did he just want to go out with a bang
So to speak
He's put his helmet on,
Steps out, floats on into the sky
Goodbye!
It's funny, but I can understand why
I want to live where the traffic controllers
Are ballet dancers,
And billboards painted over with colours;
Where unkindness is fined
In numbers of roses
And nobody feels like taking the commons,
Nobody feels like taking the commons.
While some were meant for sea, in tug-boats
'Round the shore's knee
(Milling with the sand
and always coming back to land),
For others, up above
Is all they care to think of
Up there with the birds and clouds, and Words don't follow.
There are times when I sit down to tea,
Some well-meaning companion will ask me,
How's it going with everything
Quite nicely
but:I want to live
where the traffic controllers are Ballet dancers,
And billboards painted over with colours;
Where unkindness is fined
In numbers of roses
And nobody feels like taking the commons,
Nobody feels like taking the commons,
Nobody feels like taking the commons.
Though time has soldiered on
I still think upon him
Waging with the sky, he's crying Goodbye!
What was he looking for
Truth, or was it Heaven
Or did he just want to go out with a bang,
So to speak