Diamonds

The Quiet pint, lol

have you ever tried to crush an old punk's bones, one who has suffered and loved and lost and been destitute, living on the streets, eating out of bins, one who has seen the stars and soul, one who has dived into the Abyss, and let the Abyss swim within, one with nothing and nothing to fear, not even fear its 'self, have you questioned or even noticed the hint of a shadow of a glint in the eye, hidden knowledge, haha, would you like the guided tour, deep inside, and see what you will see and find what you will not find and run and hide, can't you feel the threat and menace escaping through my pores, my attitude, stance, ingrained self preservation screams f**k off and leave me alone, and still you come knocking, disturbing the peace, a piece of me knocked free, a bigger hole in the wall, almost big enough to break on through to the ultra side, if I dislocate my shoulders I can reach for you, come for you, pain is not off putting it's an old friend of mine, from broken noses, knuckles, to broken mind, I caress the scars of Life that make me the man I am, mortal but invincible, every scar smashed bone, locked darkened room, lost love, unrequited, unrequired, the slightest smite upon my character, with an interest in violence and  a hidden knowledge and a joy, I understand the beast within the tightened fists, my cowardice drives me on to f**k with the biggest f****r in the bar, apeshit beats strength any day, every day, and still despite the signs, the snarls, the distain I carry on my savage ravaged teeth, that bite, you invade my space and annoy, sorry did you miss the part about f*****g off and leaving me alone, let me remind you ...

the red mist descends

 again,

 Amen

Reviews

[Eilis]

I couldn’t help but think of The Quiet Man as I reached the end of this. Fighting a way through the streets. Your note for reviewers helped too.

So, I was thinking the title connected to the idea of hardening and becoming something other, perhaps more rich or beautiful, but definitely stronger, when placed under stress.

Coal becomes diamond and diamond is this thing people will do kind of crazy things for—a symbol of so many things and something both hard and delicate according to how it’s treated. The idea is developing in my mind. I just am picturing two huge chunks of diamond; one in each fist. And a sort of satisfying smack when the jerk on the other end realizes this ain’t f*****g around anymore.

I really enjoyed that shoulder dislocation bit. It’s brutal, but also there’s a power in saying I’m choosing this pain because with it comes a kind of liberation or satisfaction that might otherwise be unrealized. Sometimes pain itself is a release and driver. And to me this poem offers the unwinding of that. And there’s a triumph in the idea that pain itself can be the author of strength and resilience.

And in this context, there’s a palpable energy that allows me to live vicariously through the speaker and feel like I’ve just punched someone in the face. He was warned. But sometimes people just don’t listen.

I really like this one, Gram. The energy.

[gram linski]

thanks, Eilis, vicarious away, lol, this was written a few years ago, I was always a slow burning type of guy back in the day, but if I've told you to f**k off and leave me alone several times, it is probably time to move away, lol,

[gram linski]

after coal has been crushed after thousands of years of live, diamonds are born and are the hardest things known to man, except possibly for spider web silk per square inch,

[Beccy]

Cubic Zirconia versus the real thing. Hard to tell the difference unless you're an expert, and you don't find many of them in the pub.

Cheers. :))

Beccy.

PS. Give me silk rather than cotton anytime.

[gram linski]

haha, thanks Beccy, I tried cubic zirconia didn't have the flexibility, will review you in the new year this old year has some bad connotations for me, and if you are talking happy endings silk is the gentler of the two, if that's what you want, I prefer barbed wire kisses,

[Beccy]

Happy new year then. Look forward to reading you in 2020. God, just saying 2020, tells me how swift the years have flown.

[gram linski]

well I could, but I think you already know,