Craymish
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

Fly
Fly to greater depths
Leap and all you leave
Is all that you have left
Hiding up your sleeve
You crying?
Deep inside of me
I'm dying
Frequency let be
It's diving
Deep down into sea
On my end
Leave and let me be
Surprising

The world is calm at night
A quick fight shrieks
Silence, seeks
The land, they land
In a pile of trash heaped
Command, my band
All the while, all we meet
Denial, the great, the grand
The weak

The good
The bad, the weird
And the ugly
And the beautiful
And the feud is full
The world is tall
It's toll in whole
Consume my soul
A note by pole
Polar, circle
The universe suggestive
Caress the question
Let it set adjectives
Have you heard
Nouns, new birds
Found, confused herds
Frown, and let down
Crude hearths

I'm not suggestive oppresive
Let my mind set its senses
Suggestive, we are friends we
Leave a trench deep
Soiled with boiling blood
Foiled and full of slugs
Eat your food, throw up
The evil