Balloons are fashion statements on a day pass.
They soar beyond nirvanas with flash contours.
Pinprick of the shrewd  
savant easily deflates these tinsel metaphors of hope.
Distraction in a gaudy spectrum.
Colour wash for hazy minds that reach for some impossible galaxy that only end in cloud bursts.


NB This is not an anti positivity poem.
Positivity is my principle. 
It’s about the worst  wishful thinking.