diamonds are rough

poetry

oh,
man
if a diamond
rolled in here,
maaaaan
i’d just let it
roll on.
you know me
i’m bad with ’em
i don’t look
at ’em enough
and by the time i do
they’re dirty
already.
you know
i wish i could
do better
but i
let ’em roll
on to someone else,
diamonds deserve
more.

i love women too much

poetry

there are electric storms
birthed by chemical wars
that are caused by electric storms
birthed by the very same wars
and so on,
and so forth,
they come from my eyes
when i see your lips,
face,
legs,
thighs,
emotions which
can
not
be
wise
are now driving my extremities
i now feel i’m in my seventies
looking out the window dreaming
of being touched somewhere
inappropriate for once
because i
love
women
too
much.