Gurgle Towards Higher Graspers
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

On my lawn little shadow gnomes rise
They rise through the pavement and slice through the skies
Without grim collisions for advice
I take them to my heart, they tear my helm apart

On my little lawn
Bigger shadow gnomes now stand
Thickheaded with roses and ribbons
Their vile infestious demand

Sends me spiraling like a dime
Down through the time this time
I slide across the gravel grinding
Feeling seems I'm open minded

I can't see when I'm in clouds
I can't be silent when I speak out loud
Reveal yourself oh this tiresome poise
But at least from here they may know my voice

And know me