Life's Blue Bubble hovers there,
Floating twixt joy and despair.
Floats amidst a sea of waste,
Ignored in all the desperate haste.
Hovers in a shoal of souls,
All with independant goals.
Floating through chaotic time,
A sanity to fools sublime.
Retching technicolour barfs,
Marking time between the laughs.
Drifting by, so purposeless,
Assiduously avoiding stress.
Slips between a start and end,
Beyond which few can comprehend.
Life's Blue Bubble seeks to love,
Void below and void above.
And then cold fate will play it's worst
In causing Life's Blue Bubble's burst.

Marshalg
@ the bach
13 May 2011

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                             A Busy Dachshund Puppy

She leaves you a gift on the kitchen floor
And another on the living-room rug
And barfs up half a frog just inside the door
And barfs again – a poorly-digested bug

She bites into cranky old Pepper-Cat’s tail
(Something so twitchy must surely taste good)
And Pepper-Cat spanks her; oh, what a wail!
(Dear pup, there’s a difference between could and should)

And in the evening, while you doze over a book
She rests upon your heart, and gives you that look
And her big eyes ask,
                                  Am I your very good dog?

Oh, yes

Did I ever love you?
You ask like you don’t know
That there was a time I would’ve done anything
to smell you
to taste your breath
and lay
There was a time
you made me want to be a better version of myself
I did all of it for you, for us, for we
Did I ever love you?
What kinda **** is that to say?
When I pulled down my walls for you to see
The puzzle pieces that make me
My laughs
My barfs
And farts
We loved each-other, held each-other, needed each-other
I got a chance to explore the vessel of you
Counted every freckle and mole- 42
Gazed into those bedroom eyes as I slipped through
Tickled you just to hear you laugh out loud
Kissed your thumb, my favorite finger
Of Course I loved you

Dog *****
Cat barfs
Child wins

My hurting
spits and barfs
my ire
making those nearest
into my victims