Good evening, friends. Busy day today, preferable for me. Posting from my phone on that account. Truly a blast. I have for you today a poem that I spent the last 30 minutes writing. I think you’ll enjoy this. Without further ado:
The Last Musketeer
How am I supposed to function
This pain in my chest
Beating heart, myocardial infarction
From which I have no rest
Rippling, rifting, sifting sanity
Robbing, sobbing
In the mirror, the vanity
For apples, we’re bobbing
Tubers and shoots
Zipping through my chutes
Down through my legs
And out through my boots
All my fingers
And all my toes
Slender digits, saintly timbre
Singing souls, lovely ghosts
All is cinder
Burning timber
Start from tinder
Detach the limber
12-Ilber horse artillery
Sound the cannon
Turn that pillory
Into a canyon
“All for one, and one for all,” said the first, said d’Artagnan.
Poems by Sam 