Two Poems | by James Diaz

A Scatter Faced God


you looked one way

then another

every conceivable element 
a sign of something
passing you by
out of the fire
and into the tar
tasted flat
when the sky fell out
and the rushing was almost inside of you
biting down into the atom
a skin pain
& blood was the divine
ride into the middle of nowhere
never constant enough
to hold you
but how deep can you go?
Not deep enough.
Narrative Alley

Plastic flower

how the hood sits
in a bone
and she bites during
cause a person
can sometimes read minds
prayer works
for hunger
it does not
erase the past
bad idea
to rob a place
close to home
no one
does it right
is a myth
we are the honorary
folk with our phdillards
and our ivy league
coast line tattoos
when she saw another woman hungry
it brought her down
not back to earth
but needing a drink
a good shoulder to cry on
the world
if you really want to know
just wasn’t made to accommodate some people
for the beautiful faces at the bar
all bets are off.
JAMES DIAZ is the founding editor of the literary arts & music journal Anti-Heroin Chic. His work has appeared most recently in HIV Here & NowFoliate OakChronogram, and Cheap Pop Lit. His first book of poems, This Someone I Call Stranger, is forthcoming from Indolent Books (2017.)

One Comment Add yours

  1. macaw51 says:

    James Diaz, I love these poems!!!


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