Balloon Dogs Poem by DM W

These metallic purveyors
Of kitsch optimism,
Glitter like cartoon gods
In day- glow yellow, blue, green and red.

They may not be the real thing;
These large, fluorescent structures;
These bold, bloated reminders
Of our cuddly canine friends.
Yet they do depict an Age
That worships cozy surfaces.

Meanwhile back in the cold steel
World of hard fact; devoid of gloss
Of starless nights and empty days
The feral animals are howling.