My Mind
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2008

My mind rolls
And it roams
There it goes!
On and off

My mind strolls
And it foams
There it flows!
Swift and soft

In big streams
Words that gleam
Rhymes too wild
Stenciled dreams

A big cloud
Fuzzy, loud!
Filled with thunder
Loft with fraud

My mind mows
And it bevels
My minds tomb
Switter leather

Leave the winter
And be too fine
All the things
I seek in mind