diamond street

diamond street

1.

walk slow in diamond street,

walk slow

with a gun,

here every turn

hides a war,

and every corner

shudders

in

fear and orgasm

die or die.

2.

walk slow in diamond street,

wait for houses

to appear,

look in through the windows,

into the rooms,

dark at first,

then slowly coming to light,

revealing faces from 

the sea

observe the faces burn,

the lips, the eyes,

the teeth,

and other signs of horror or peace.

3.

walk slow in diamond street,

where every step 

makes you lonelier

knock on doors

that choose you,

by name or by birthmark

ask for freedom

at every door,

though they now

sell it no more.

don't turn away yet,

they may show you other antiques,

preserved upstairs,

a long time in the attic.

.4.

sometimes, a mirror

sparkling

with the light of ancient women,

sometimes, a white diary

of alphabets

from the future

sometimes, on the wall, 

a fairytale that bleeds

don't turn away,

leave only when asked to.

5.

leave with memories

of lust and defeat,

leave with silver wounds

on your feet,

find the lion

find the beat

walk once more

on diamond street

6.

walk slow in diamond street,

walk slow

with a telescope

to look back at ruins,

and moon capsules in your belt

to heal

the hours

of fire and trauma.

And then,

as adventure ends 

for the day,

as diamond street

curls 

in bed,

look deep into the eyes 

of the lion,

then feel the silence around you

for a whole minute

tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tock tick tock tick

In the end, speak.