Where have all the bubbles gone

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Where have all the bubbles gone?


Only residue remains.


A souvenir of what was here:


evaporated, leaving stains.


Curtains closed in fear of light


Insomniacs anonymous:


addicted to night.


For the moon and stars forever


Your son’s a fair trade.


Four Aces in hand


Is a gamble worth made.


A dreamer’s dream of


a dream come true


jealously interrupted


by a thief’s debut.


Paraphernalia, withholding ones heart


Arson and bribery:


the subsequent charge.


Sane enough to sell your soul,


when only fairy dust


fills the water hole.


The whisper of sweet nothings


To an unattended ear


Are the vociferations


of a message unclear.


Oh baby darling dumpling


If only you were free


To roll around in rubbish


and reek of potpourri


To sail away to peril


By blimp or caravan


To rid you of your demons


I’d follow, holding your hand.


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The trees are growing weary


The pathway begins to weep


My Body sings queerly


While my mind is fast asleep.


You shake until it’s over


But your patience is wearing thin


The shadows are creeping closer


the hunger will begin.


 I offered to share your burden


To carry some of the weight


Unsure of why I did so,


Perhaps a chance of fate.


Your tale was one of horror


I was completely unaware


Of a lifestyle so covert


How could I not care?


A confession so honest


dripping of misery and fear


with desperation in your eyes


I had to lend an ear.


A story so vial


I began to see red


From all the blood that was spilled


on the streets and on your bed


Your numbed little body


Is starting to feel


The horizon of reality


A place unreal.


Haunted by your past


I could not sleep


For your nefarious dark passenger


Is a secret, mine to keep.

Created: Feb 28, 2012

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