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.