Sunday, 30 March 2014


We're only as sick as the secrets we keep
they creep and crawl behind the mind's eye
eroding integrity they kick out our legs
until we learn how to fight from our back.
The secrets we kept after dark didn't count
double-talk-razzle-dazzle and reasonable doubt.
Thicker and slicker and sicker and sicker
the road less travelled is narrow and steep

We hit the ground with the rubber side down
then parked in the dark to escape from our dreams.
But secrets have legs and go bump in the night
and it's hard to swallow that lump in your throat 
A head on collision - a storm of remorse
we slept like babies on the cold prison floor.


Toads are inspired by secrets today.


  1. This is great irony in your words here Sam - love the clever use of idioms and the wink at Frost there.. and your blankverse is flawless.. but at least there's honor among thiefs :-)

  2. This is fantastic, Sam. What an inexorable rhythm to these dark lines, like descending the steps of a dungeon. You certainly have flipped the whole keeping secrets thing on its head with complete control over what you were doing.

    I loved it.

  3. I'm not wise enough to say why I like it...I just do.

  4. "We're only as sick as the secrets we keep"....and eventually they come out......good one, Sam, my friend.

  5. I would love to hear this read aloud, Sam. The rhythm was incredible.

  6. The sickness of dark secrets....I learned that when young...fantastic piece!!


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