Spark Poem by Gary Diamond

Turning down the wick
Turning up the pressure
Dulling down the wit
Halving any pleasure.

Fire burns my belly
Turns emotion to cinder
Please switch off that telly
Now put out the tinder.

If an art is an art and you master it
And you master another
And so on
Do you become a master artist
And also the loneliest man alive?

I'd throw this gift to the wind
If I could fall in love for real.
No half measures.

I'd throw this gift to the wind
If I could die of boredom
And see no-one care.

I'll throw this gift down the well
Kill it's virtue with the bottle
Because I don't want it

If I work and hone it
Only to find
It has no use
Only to find
In trying to put it to use
I'm more ignored
Than if I'd sat in bed 'til death
Masturbating and eating
And watching bad TV.

At least then
I'd have made
The five o'clock news.
Isn't that something?