Open Slows
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2008


It just takes too much time
When my day goes this slow
And I can't find the lines
So I can't find my flow

It just takes too long time
When my days pass like rhymes
Like verses with squared air
Between all saturae

Arrays of Highways
Fly by the SouthSide someday
I'll see you
From my front lawn