Alphabetty Spaghetti was great.

Here's a short one to wind down from the wonders of the poets I've just seen.

Luftballons

I only needed one balloon but
was cajoled by the German word for them
into a merriment of seven. I don’t know
where they think I'm going to put them,
except I like the way they make the world sound
when they're gathered round my ears and
I like the way they bring orange
to the faces of strangers and I like
the way they take sides in the wind.

I figured once I've finished running the streets
with them bobbing from my wrist,
I can suck the helium or set them free,
or let them deflate slowly in my front room,
undignified and baggy behind the giant TV.