Climbing Hopes
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2008

 

Woke up a bit too late
High enough to wet even a brave mans bed
I stood upon the empire state building
And my face was peculiarly red

Still I didn't feel much of a rage
All I felt was a funny inner peace
As I rammed down the planes that came flying
Had i really become this obese?

I stayed for the a while
Watched the planes in flames pile
then dove down down
To the grim gravel ground

But I did not break my bones
All I felt was a rush
But it seems like this scene
Was just a bit too much

And I woke up