rock crabs

rock crabs
who has got the crabs?
the rock crabs? stone slabs
slowing rising from the withering earth
below of soft walking carpet.

sweet grass, the finest of smells
going up my nose to cleanse my
sense of right and rock, yea.
the rock crabs.

yaw yaw, singing to and fro
about things i have heard of,
things i do not know. monsters
of the rocks beneath of feet.
just like a rocky character,
you do not want to meet!

so take a seat, and greet
me. and buy me a drink if you will
wait, there it is,
the rock crabs!