Blue Eyes

by M. Diamond

Blue eyes
Oh blue eyes!
under rivers and bridges and dams
contract and squeeze
the wonder of the earth
though still beneath me
it is not yet gravel i heave
young souls burst poof! as a
lightness comes through

it's the scarcity of your wisp
i complain but too long
fingers touch me, blue eyes
come here, this is your song

plain as day, a regular tune
money falling from trees
like the sun in June
ah, hint to me that it is night
so I climb toward you
a young lover with
red tie and shoes
my gaze, like loose knees
sways from this vessel to you

straight from third dimension
a gargantuan blue sky whipping from
continent to continent to settle on a
park bench between us two

t'was a straight shot
ms. blue eyes, the clearest
most frenetic shot one could take
and it landed, just so
as they say "killing two birds with one stone"
dropping succulent vines of truth and time
around our bodies came intertwined

New poem

i have to keep my mind heavy
m. diamond

i have to keep my mind heavy
lest it get washed away
in a wave of sandy leather
i have to keep my mind heavy
or else gum chomping teenagers
take it from me with their idle chatter
i have to keep my mind heavy
holler deep into the pipes
and pray, just pray
it returns no echo
i have to keep my mind heavy
for i want to cradle
nothing more in my arms
i have to keep my mind heavy
lit on dust and dirt it would go
and then where would i be?
i have to keep my mind heavy
to keep the status of the living
i have to keep my mind heavy
retrieve the relics of my holier days
i have to keep my mind heavy
no good is it bobbing near and far
at least at rest it sinks to the ground

New York Nites - an old poem

New York Nites
M. Diamond

the food chain starts with who has a bathroom to shit in, a private less humble more grotesque and bright
why is the green shit Not snot but shit
always following me
drums thrumming really desperate jumpers busted by around the corner dregs
of the new york street made its way into my bowels. huh?
if your heart says "we dont need another hero!"
why am i trying to fight this sickness?
i wanna be my own deft handswiping wave that fucking hand over
my forehead and save my fucking soul!
the helplessness of last nights binge. last nights excessive thoughts.
she said she would call me and then didnt
so i called her, i called her around 50 times – in a row
i never went to sleep.
i eye opened dreaming about green blobby muscular animals taking the
shit out of me. getting into the corners, really cleaning me up more than hurting me.
and still she never called.
what would gunter grass do?
what would hunter s thompson do?
what would selma blair do?
what would.... you get the picture.
I have never had this before, what? oh. i'm talking about preciousness.
its not love. its being precious. its different.
look friends, if you can read this it still didnt happen to me.
if you can see me write this. if this sentence goes even one more word then you know
i was never that precious to her.

STEED POEM

Steed
M. Diamond

Exultant exultant young steed

Come careening from New York on a lead


Make tea and toast

In a house you hate the most

Cause you've lost your will and your creed


Misguided old fart of 33

A father knew what you will always be

a clown and a hoax

a hunter only of hopes

and broke on a wire you'll bleed


A horse spooked in the night tries to flee

But he'll sit a corner

In a town on the border

Mending only his broken knees

Uplifting Message
M. Diamond

Let this inconsistent
maleable malaise distort
me no more

Oh, for gods sake
An uplifting message
for sunken boats
hearts
doctors in ER rooms medicating
the likes of me
how about all of the
control freaks
At least teach me how
to control

For
I need an
Uplifting message!
Any style will do!

Let me tell you,
He is blowing me off
I can feel it
and I need to stay warm
More than that
May I say that I tried?

I put green grass in my teeth
but that didnt save me

I sat luxuriously and then
stood like a soldier
But that didnt save me

I gobbled eggs and
poured beer down my gullet
But that didnt save me

I stole a thrift store fur
and put the pelt around my shoulders
But that didnt save me

Look! See!
Now, listen
just listen

You're going to miss me when I'm gone
Will you catalogue the pieces?
And put them in an urn, fancy?
You're tired, you're tired - I know

An uplifting message would
at least send me on my way
Far from these violent times.
I go.