Thrilled to have my poem Clouds of Chaotic Crowds published on Mad Swirl Blog. My thanks to editor M H. Clay.

CLOUDS OF CHAOTIC CROWDS by Strider Marcus Jones

Smitten-
Bitten
Like
Faustus-
Leave the house dust
With fools gold
Unsold.
This conveyor belt lair
A castle in the air
For Dante’s dreams of doubt
To wander about
In, with voices that pretend
To be a different friend-
Oh my, what a frame,
Too big to blame
And beyond a simple say
To save and stay-
So, close the dungeon door
To be what you were before
And walk away
Into the clouds
Of chaotic crowds
Falling as rain
On sterile plain.

October 13, 2021

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