Poet Authority Poem Terminal

Cumslap carved through the wave of journos towards his motor
"You know, you're the real problem around here!"
His face folded through a series of expressions as he tried to squeeze out some concern
Cumslap shovelled the loved ones into the vehicle and unfurled a lengthy white cane
He flopped the extension out the window and tapped away at the road before soaring off in search of a birthday
Groovy followed in convoy, peeling off his specs and lobbing them out the window
He felt liberated

Hag had her eyeballs squashed against the window
Almost certain the same girl had walked by earlier today
After fingering her collection of Polaroids Hag pulled out the rotary
The constabulary would be hearing about this

The men spent a good quarter of an hour inflating their hot air balloon
They had equipped each side of the basket with telescopes and little bells to alert attention of the other chaps
As they floated up they hooked their eyes into the telescopes and conversed between balloon parps
"Any blouses on your side mate?"
The boys were drifting above Bolton scouting for blouses and other loose fitting clothes
"None here mate"
The conversation continued, as they do
They begin to realise that the several month delay to their project had ruined their plan entirely

She struggles for focus,
But things become clearer,
As she puts on her glasses.

A poet's silhouette emerges in the sunset,
Leans back, dreaming.
Draws a small notepad and pen,
Then cannot recall what it was thinking.

As she entered the darkness her imagination raced.
The switch was flipped and light filled the room.
There was nothing worth seeing anyway.