Smile Down Red Balloon by John Greiner

The sky is swept up
in the 57th Street towers, 
which are as indecent 
as it occupants.
Heaven is gauche.
There is no decency
in naked flesh
on the endless upper floors.
Open your windows
and touch the ground
with the tips of your fingers.
Smile down red balloon
of helium hallucination.

John Greiner is a Pushcart Prize nominated writer living in Queens, NY. He was educated at the New School for Social Research.  Greiner's work has appeared in Sand, Empty Mirror, Sensitive Skin, Unarmed, Street Valueand numerous other magazines. His chapbooks, broadsides and collections of poetry and short stories include  Turnstile Burlesque (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2017), The Laundrymen (Wandering Head Press, 2016), Bodega Roses (Good Cop/Bad Cop Press, 2014),Modulation Age (Wandering Head Press, 2012), Shooting Side Glances(ISMs Press, 2011) and Relics From a Hell’s Kitchen Pawn Shop (Ronin Press, 2010).