swallowing diamonds
a cutting throat
your teeth when you grin
reflecting beams on tombstones
a jamboree of surprises
playing russian roulette
or the lucky clip
a clenched fist to your heart
coal dust on your lungs
a silver tongue for the chosen one
heavy magnum in your side or a bloody thorn
skating bullets on angel dust
in a dead sea of fluid mercury
baby piano cries
under your heavy index and thumb
pull some strings -- let them sing
the stars that shine and the stars that shrink
in the face of stagnation the water runs
before your eyes
dazzle
it‘s a glittering prize.