Outside my Porch
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


There has to be a meaning
To all this senseless screening
Of movies I have seen when
They keep playing rolls over

There has to be a reason
For this past cinematical season
All the deceased masterpieces breathin
Once again, like the 12 men

There has to be an origin
To this sudden uplifting reliving
The day the world stood silent
The rise of an unformed religion

It has been so for times to be
Time has passed, one year for me
The clips that I so gladly see
Once again in colors now clear

Relinquished in shades a new
The flicks of action to me so dear
Vanquished have been but a few
And so it moves on year for year

Outside my porch stands a pidgeon
Idle on but one leg bare
And thus I wonder why it is so
When he has a full pair