sick guitar riffs come and go
sometimes leave behind the lore
recorded on ancient bone
but often the molecules
break apart and reform
into something like a leaf
or like some bark from your
favorite linden tree
the one you once carved your name into
the agony spins around your head
crying out in dry hot tub
confession can often be a form of violence
like trying to open one of those big
bottles of kombucha in the kitchen sink
and it sprays your big friendly face
but when you finally look up and see
the milky way mutate into a circuit board
you will know you are not alone
you know
Big Joe is always with you watching
the transitive nightfall of diamonds
of diamonds
Diamonds
Diamonds and World Ball
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