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Diamond Road

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Four AM, and still nothing’s making sense,
my weary body peals itself from bed
pancake from the hot pan,
not quite burnt, but getting there.

I go to the window and fog it up,
the street lights reveal a coated ground.
Crushed diamonds of black, orange
and predominantly white, all shine.

If I don’t go out tonight I never will.
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Goldy Locks 15 July 2006

this was awesome, Sean. how you debate with yourself thruout. i especially dug the crushed diamonds metaphor.

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Stuart Mason 04 December 2005

You describe yourself in excellent, consistent and vivid imagery and the outside world in oblique, hazy language and i guess this echoes what you are trying to get at though i don't 'understand' the poem entirely. Great imagery though.

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