There is No Siesta in Our Culture
︎︎︎ Sam Robinson
︎ Aug 23, 2025
A haunted flute is playing
Every day following me
& Abbigail’s arrival to the moon
Crescent this week, waxing as descent to Earth
Eliciting the surge of tides & a mighty river
Spills its bounds, back & forth on ice-blue
Bicycle a spinal cord exposed & a black door
Slams in accompaniment as the news is read,
Words of madness from a mountain town
Have no fear! We are in the valley awaiting
Oblivion from the falling moon
Every day following me
& Abbigail’s arrival to the moon
Crescent this week, waxing as descent to Earth
Eliciting the surge of tides & a mighty river
Spills its bounds, back & forth on ice-blue
Bicycle a spinal cord exposed & a black door
Slams in accompaniment as the news is read,
Words of madness from a mountain town
Have no fear! We are in the valley awaiting
Oblivion from the falling moon