golden bubbles olden troubles

Golden bubbles
Hiccups
Are part of life
And sometimes of love
Of my life
Is this you?
Swirls and whirl
Pools of destruction and chaos
Is my middle name
What’s in a name
That no one knows but
You are divine.

I said five lines and more
Lines and more
Time to say things
Are fine I guess
I guess a lot these days.

Clock strikes 12 on a Tuesday night
Half the week’s not gone
But half the golden is
Bubbles
In my
Breath
Like air
Hiccups
Are part of life and
Love.
And Wanting
You.