January 14, 2019

 

a gift for the diamond eaters

 
 
 

a gift for the diamond eaters

in the desert and
still worried about drowning

in a room with crow
waiting for the news that some of my
fears might actually matter

waiting for a message from the
queen of open wounds but
it never comes

thirty years wasted in california and
then another thirty in upstate new york but
nothing you could call a life

blue skies and drunken phone calls

every letter ending
THIS WILL BE THE LAST LETTER
all crow can do is laugh at the
stupidity of it

drive up and down state line road
looking for the trailer park she
used to live in but
it's a different world these days

it's the ghost of morrison and the
ghost of cobain and the
memory of dancing to slow songs in
the half-light of the high school gym

the possibility of escape but
never the reality

endless days of sunlight
and never enough oxygen

never the sound of
anyone else's laughter






Article © John Sweet. All rights reserved.
Published on 2018-04-02


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