Sequent
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2008
I know minorities are scarce
In this world
I searched for scornity
Until - I met her
Inside all melted helm
The demons unfurl
Inside this broken down
Bestowed upon me
I know majoriates are fierce
In this world
I searched to devour them
Until - I was earthed
Till I got down to earth
Where I met this pretty lady
Married her in June
And today she had my baby
And it all comes to be
The reality I three
All good things come in doubles
All bad in trilogies
And it all comes to pass
The time so good it lasts
Not so long, at all
But I don't belong, and that's all I fall for
Call my door stall, stall my records break
Painlessly
Like a fountain without a saint
I need some new colors, I need some new pain
This frail life
And uneven too
Unwise