Authorz: diamonddigger

As I dashed up the road a mile or so in a forrest colored ’96 Mazda 626 wheeled into Arby’s with words in my mind…

I am your resident lunar tic toaking on your harvest moon Call the eye…Doc I must need specs I thought I saw two crescent loons…

More coaxed than cottled More cottled than bottled an opening more teased than torn As given as taken Jaws as open as the fish is…

For man aspiring to be nine what if he can only be 8 What if sharks live for his ass only all the beating in…

If someone has seen beyond the door and knows what joy or sorrow lurks out there Would you not desire to question them? Ask about…

The poet with the burning heart wrote words of lime….just not so tart Some say the ‘finer’s flame was close but through dark smoke gold…

Joy is to poetry situated as close to Shunitville as rhyme or religion Other than disparagement of same is as untranslatable as Leopardi but for…

I promised to explain snark The hunting of the same Lewis hunted them They were fun to him snark sounds like someone laughing with one…

I once wrote a poem about women Sooner or later they all change paint hue up on a wall for no reason hair color or…

Snow is the color of freedom at the speed of meandering knowing it’s going down it’s a random sideways move feels like an exotic dance…

Sultry summer night Pontiac Fire Chief red, black, no a/c 3 am, 2 lane road smell of air windows bare uncle Gene, aunt Lurline first…

So I taught her NOT to love me It didn’t take We managed to stay apart in body But our spirits orbited each other like…

Rails and stiles at cross purposes except where they coral pain A window on a weeping world of glass If rails run swiftly in power…

A poem can be written about anything Not very hard to do You just pick any matter you choose Take the matter of a rose…

Thinking with a marvelous register tape of life From a distance all events swirled in blue What was bought and what was sold Who did…

I was supposed to write more poems I did…but didn’t bring them all the way here They are at home secreted in a drawer drawing…

I hear the steel and rubber river rush to tear its concrete bed The one with the intermittent stripes How incarcerated it must feel not…

Why do I run from the things I love Why do you see me flee with glee Will you run away with me run till…