I made a wish on a
star that was falling.
How foolish was I?
Perhaps wishes are a fancy
best left for little kids in the backyard
on a warm summer night,
because I can’t afford them anymore.
At the end of the rainbow you say?
I need what’s in that pot to pay for them all.
All those wishes made long ago.
Well that’s a long fucking walk to take in a day.
Cuz, that old damn rainbow seems to move
away with every careful step I take.
Now if I could find that shooting star
That just fell from the sky so high from
outer space into my backyard.
Feel it’s warmth, it’s fading half remembered glow,
as I hold it with hands held tight.
Well that would be something I reckon
That would be alright.
By Philip Wardlow
Through a Blue Balloon
I see one color as I’m driving down the road.
Blue through my blue Balloon.
I see a Blue lady walking her short blue dog with a leash.
I see a Blue Officer waving and saying hello to a bunch
of Blue kids he meets.
Everything is Blue. Even though I know the truth.
It doesn’t matter
which way I turn my head I’m surrounded by a Blue ocean of color
consuming my sight.
Is that light green up ahead?
It’s hard to tell through a balloon made of Blue.
Oh, but that blue girl jogging in her tight Blue shorts
Now she’s something to see wouldn’t you agree?
Hey, I think she’s staring at me.
She must like a well-manicured gentleman of Blue
What a wonderful view as I drive down
The Blue streaked street.
No other color as far as the eye can see.
Blue in the back. Blue in the front.
From side to side.
I think I’m having a Blue attack!
I like the world I’ve made for myself
So simple. So easy to define.
No other nasty colors to confuse and blind.
Through my Blue balloon,
That’s how I see. That’s how I want
life to look for everyone and me.
Call me crazy. Call me a fool.
But to see the world in a bright shade of Blue
should be the rule.
Blue, Blue through my beautiful Balloon.