Grade of the Gawds
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

I see your gaze
It seals my face
A firm of acknowledgement
Fiends of replacement

I see it in a daze
My day feels laid to waste
I walk at my own pace
And I hear them say

"Forget the gravel grey"
"Look up and see them sway"
"The trees up in the sky"
"A condor passes by"

"Forget the cityscape"
"Look up and the see the gates"
"The clouds that float and slide"
"Over the adjecant sides"