
Bubble
hanging
by a wish;
i’m swinging
back and forth,
trying to grab hope
but my momentum dies
i’m dangling from a dream,
but it can’t bear my weight;
my synthetic faith unravels
as the dream starts to fray
i’m slipping, sliding
tumbling, thrashing
trying to take flight
but my wings
won’t unfurl
my heart howls as i descend —
the world waiting below
is unkind to dreamers,
and i’m a modern-day Josephine;
i’ll smash open like a duck egg
on its cynical, caustic pavements
so mid-fall, i build a bubble
from rubble of demolished dreams
mixed with fairytales, fantasies;
i furnish it with mythologies
and illusions in whimsy worlds
of favorite tv shows, movies,
books, songs and games
in this globular sanctuary,
i’ll erect magnificent castles in the air,
get high smoking pipe dreams
chase glorious waterfalls
reality reaches up with sharp claws,
intent on bursting my bubble
but i float out of reach,
high above the cirrus clouds
to where even her accomplice,
gravity, can’t pull me down
life is beautiful, wonderful, blissful
centuries of peace perfect peace
till the day after eternity
when my bubble
inevitably
starts to
crack!
