poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2008


Every turn I take
Every corner that I round
Makes my mind wake
Makes my heart impound

My head nearly explodes
Every time I move my toes
I'm a vitcim of wellfortune
I suppose

Every time I burn
My fingers on the fire
The smoke curls shinger
The flames rise higher

Destiny stings like led
But it's something I forget
Everytime I spin around
Everytime I move my head

I lie in bed
I feel alright
I see the window
I flee the light

I dig my limbs
Into the soft
And think about