Diamond In The Slag by Wolf Kevin Martin

sing new songs
brilliance

hurts my eyes
the sun

a
diamond

coming
up

my hands
in the dirt

run on
sentence

she
left again

after the
beer was gone

her brain stale
imaginings

caffeine soaks in
making

everything
worse

I can already see the everything bagel
in her hand

staring
first

she then puts it down
closes her eyes

for a second
exhales

doesn’t know
I'm cracking open a beer

double shot
of Jameson

exhale of smoke
another line

another mirror
left the rest

a lifetime ago
the room

still holds
onto

her
presence

leaving little
time

to
miss her

departure
into flames

I'm still
here

in the
void

she left
behind

The Wolfman Kevin Martin is a photographer and poet from North Carolina now residing in Pittsburgh, PA.  Contributing images and poetry to: The Arrival Magazine, The Rye Whiskey Review, The Dope Fiend Daily, Under The Bleachers, Cajun Mutt Press, Alien Buddha Press and The Pangolin Review.  The Wolf's first poetry collection "My Head Fits Through Your Noose, Let Me Swing Awhile? is published through Alien Buddha Press and was released in January 2019.