This Summer Evening
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

Life is peachy
Sometimes it reaches out to greet me
Sometimes it feels itchy
Some times

Life is bitchy
Suntan leaves a stain on my shirt
Some times goes too slow when at work
Since times

Have been treacherous
Searching for the treasures were there are none
To be found
Not on land, not in sea, not over ground

Life is easy
When my smoothy slithers down my spine
On the inside - and I feel fine
It's like a greeting - this summer evening