June 26, 2012

Tiny bubbles on the edge

Tiny bubbles on the edge
threaten to explode
popping like pills and
calling forth a mackerel sky.

No friends inside for the funeral
Just gas that requires release
Oh how this yeasty barm gets carried away
In handcuffs if you're not careful.
Inside the bubble, a grown man cowers
Helpless to stop this effervessent vehicle
He's on a timed treadmill to fermentation
Eruct, bereft and seething to a froth
Leaving a trace of iridescent residue.

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