Bubble Mentality
Today is a bubble day. A bubble day of summer.
The kind of day where you sit in his lap in the park and blow bubbles into his face.
And the bullets that missed the face drift off into the air... across the park.
Over the swings, through the trees, popping sporadically, each with a final rainbow giggle.
A rainbow giggle. That's what kind of day it is.
There, by the sandbox, a Darling sits, drawing the bubbles toward her.
With careful deliberance, she looks, waits, pounces, and kisses them to pieces.
What a difficult idea-- to kiss them away. How Emily of her.
And, in the end, your head hurts and you're hungry, and absolutely every pore in your body is aching and screaming, and you go home to write awful poetry that doesn't even rhyme for God's sake,
But still you keep with you the Rainbow Giggle Bubble Summer Day.
Bubble Mentality, some call it. The rest just call you crazy.
The kind of day where you sit in his lap in the park and blow bubbles into his face.
And the bullets that missed the face drift off into the air... across the park.
Over the swings, through the trees, popping sporadically, each with a final rainbow giggle.
A rainbow giggle. That's what kind of day it is.
There, by the sandbox, a Darling sits, drawing the bubbles toward her.
With careful deliberance, she looks, waits, pounces, and kisses them to pieces.
What a difficult idea-- to kiss them away. How Emily of her.
And, in the end, your head hurts and you're hungry, and absolutely every pore in your body is aching and screaming, and you go home to write awful poetry that doesn't even rhyme for God's sake,
But still you keep with you the Rainbow Giggle Bubble Summer Day.
Bubble Mentality, some call it. The rest just call you crazy.