Gary Diamond Poems

Endlessly that preoccupies us.
Finding a pattern
Sticking with it.
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I prefer the things we've given up on.
I'd prefer to not wash for days
Wear my favourite stinking clothes
Drink last nights beer.
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Trying to thread a needle through a hole several sizes too small.
Figuring out a pattern and laughing hard at it because it doesn't belong.
Oh no never that hard to fathom
Oh no, never really any different
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I wished for the doors to shut
I wished for the final curtain
I wanted you, the unwanted, to give me that
But both of us were uncertain.
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I suppose it's not wise to want to get too much insight into the future.
Because preconceptions are often a dangerous thing.
Often a suicidal thing, if not handled with kid gloves.
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It's always good to shatter a myth or two.
Get those preconceptions thrown out with the dirty dishwater.
Turn the angles round a little bit.
Keep the mind guessing and not stuck in habit.
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You know, being a master of something doesn't neccesarily mean you're any good.
You can spend years and years trying to hone something down.
A sonnet, a dish, the perfect sailboat - anything.
However, just because you mastered a skill, or an art.
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A crafty bunch indeed.
Insidious and serpentine.
You couldn't call them noble
Even on a generous sort of day.
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Steal it all; please.
We don't need it.
Steal it all with great haste.
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Be careful whom you call a friend.
Be even more careful when you meet a man or woman
That you once called a friend
But haven't
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