The Diamond Dust

Sniff the sky, sniff the diamonds,
the jewels are there, intoxicating.
Addicts on the Heavens,
track marks of rubies,
violation, dirty.

Haiku of city landmarks and
broken sighs, lying beneath
the stars in the sinful moonlight.
A diet of cocaine and carrots
is all they need.

They talk of gods and of things anew
like cloning, eating paste, aliens;
teenage things, grown up things,
childish. Toddler-ish.
Baby-ish. Coffins.

Sniff the sky, sniff the diamonds.
The diamond dust for addicts,
alcohol for alcoholics,
track marks of sin for the Heavens
to judge, to judge, to take.

Corruption of the psyche,
violation of the mind.
Cocaine and carrots,
fucking and babies.

No shame,
no shame,
no shame in the making.
Only smiles,
only diamond dust beneath the smog.