poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2008


Gurgle as I gamble
Spit across the folder
Bubble in my hurdle
Big chip on my shoulder

Fumble as I tumble
Stumble as I fold
I'm losing my grip
Slowly getting old

Hurl as I saddle
A meal on grimey plates
The world slimly unravels
Great deal of delay

While I'm stuck in this sewer
Seeking cloudberries and mush
The living have a foul stench
Hidden in their lush