Busy, busy, busy. So much to do, so little time. Yanked in every direction by the passing threads and hands of everything and everyone who’d simply like to reach out. Many thoughts and many feelings fly about in my head, rushing one way or another, always making sure their near misses are just close enough to give me a heart attack. I do hope you enjoy the poem today. What a wonderful day it is.
Sinisterium
How the bell tolls
Sounding at the hour
Not to mark the time
But something much more dour
That taste in your mouth
Errant vicissitude
Turn from sweet to sour
Ashes then and ashes now
Ring around the Rosie
And we all fall down
A cacophony of sirens
Binding men in liar’s irons
See there so hidden in the fog
There the pyres, there the pylons
Sinister in their construction
Obscure in their function
Can you hear them shrieking?
Can you hear their desperation?
Mark the date
For your infernal consultation
I set the scene
You play the part
Watch right there
Shadows in the dark
Poems by Sam 