Glenn Taylor

A Jacket of Diamonds



All pink with atoms, all

stars of metal, that jacket


of diamonds with flamenco

neon windows, with platinum,


with power about the grind

of the tango’s fulcrum.


You know it is never more

than lava, that ruby firework


under this sea. Stars never love.

Stars coiled & clacking riot,


spark wood with pink telepathy.

It is all bits and pieces; we’re


flint that never boils. In gutters,

it is possible to lick the heels


of men, to grind those stars

of diamonds to clacking bits.


GLENN TAYLOR is a native Detroiter. His recent poems have found homes in Columbia Poetry Review, Phantom Limb, and  Jet Fuel Review.