Not Quite Pond Scum

You know the ones
the pond scum
They rest on top the murky waters
and invite all types of creatures
to hide beneath its green slimy veneer

They are not even pond scum
they are lower on the food chain
than slime and such
they are vapors
they feed off others
and create noxious gas

they are pond scum vapors
the ones that lurk
and smirk
while acting as if they are not
just pond scum vapors

I knew such a slime gathering
with a human name
that let his wife waste away
barely living
her frail body in decay
while he be happy with fat

he would bang her bones on this and that
and call it nothing
as if

just give him a whack
I dare say he needed that

but instead we turned his life
upside down with taxi
in middle of night to rumble away

with babe and wife in midst of play
finally able to smile at ease once the plane
took off and caught swift breeze
pond scum
he was not
just vapors

he thought
she idly waste way for him
little did he think
neighbor would do him in
because vapors rise and rise
she would assist
to knock him back
with just a short list

pack the diapers
pack your coat
get your wheelchair
and the bobby boat
get the pills that make you feel better

phone your mother

pond scum she is not
vapors will rise and rot
you will be jolly with folly
and able and stable
and right with just
smile and thrust

your fist to air
while you laugh back
because neighbor is friend
and spouse be foe and fool

ride swift be safe
my friend
and joyful tool

Olivia Sits with Blue

Olivia sits by the seaside
Chilled to the bone and  raw inside
Blue sits with her and unbeknownst
Blue is chilled just like her

Loyal Blue sits by the seaside
with Olivia whose cheeks
have turned wind red
Chafed on the outside

Olivia no longer sees Blue
She can not see the seaside
She can not feel Blue
She has sat for so long
She has turned chilly blue

Blue, Loyal Blue nudges her gently
Shakes her hand and whines a bit
He misses Miss Olivia
who used to play by seaside
chasing him from here and there

Miss Olivia has sat for so long
she seems not to care
He pushes her with his nose
Blue moans and then he knows
He must pull Olivia from seaside

Sad as he may be
Olivia is bluer even than he
Seaside is sweet
Seaside is long
Seaside is beckoning Miss Olivia
with its sad blue song

Blue pulls at her sleeve
looks at her questionably
Barks loudly as if in revelry
Olivia come back
Back to Blue

Away from sad seaside beckoning you
its not the sea you once knew
its sad and pulling you

Olivia blinked and looked at Blue
Loyal Blue whom she has always knew
She patted his head and scooted back
back amongst sand and scratchy patch
The wind pulled her hair is if to say go further

Further from sea and patchy sand
closer to solid land
Blue followed her lead and stayed by her side
Wind chafed red and weathered friend

Barely able to stand again
Blue cried a little whine
kissed his dear friends hand
and helped her with the climb

Loyal Blue always by her side
saved her from sad seaside
its not the place she once knew
she's not the young Olivia
that once frolicked with Blue

She reached down to soothe him
with her hand
forced smiled and straightest of stands
gathered her walking sticks
turned back from sea
saluted to the waves and
came home to me

Blue returned with her
the two now a warm bunch
beneath wooly piles and velvets and such
snoring and snuggling and smiling
Blue and Olivia
the oldest of friends
wandered in sleep to the sea again

In the crisp of the morning
I nudged them to wake
but Blue and Olivia
made their final journey to sea
seemed peaceful in final sleep

I left them there for just a bit
returned to kiss the hand
that was cold and limp
moaned and whined for the loss
of my two dearest friends
Olivia and Blue
Blue and spent

Gone from my reaches
this crisp cold day
I wandered to seaside
and imagined them at play