some times i am
so inflated with myself
just floating above the village
like some kind of king size underdog
happy with my metaphors
but not so much with my inflated ego
an ego capable of electron like motion
and neuron energy
dancing across a synapse
that can deflate wildly around the room
and when underdog contracts
it is a good idea to hide the teapots
but let us assume i can live outside
my world of metaphors
and inflated self-esteem
and when you look up
you don't see underdog
but a misty sky
filled with rain clouds
that don't leak
onto the viewing stand porch
at the hotel and you breathe
clustered thoughts
with me nearby