The Diamond Mine

Slide with me, now, down that purple shaft

Into the deep, inner depths of the diamond mine

Where we will witness the flight of the precious peanut butter fudge angel of love

As she spreads her wings and flies high

Through the thundering silence of your vacuum-kept secret

Hiding out on the pulsating fringe of your bubbly, fudge mind

Deep, into the sanctuary of the ruby-lipped lizard

Who's tripped through that revolving door of today's changes

Springs the weightless suspension

Of those tiny red question marks to pierce your brain

And to taunt you to observe the wondrous smoke

Of the fur-lined volcano

Near the cave of the great blue-winged bat

Following the flight of the deep, deep breathing butterfly

Towards the soothing smell of the six-foot narcissus

Are we in the garden of man-eating dandelions

Or in the safety of the Tasmanian Tree House?

Can it be? Will it be?

Yes, it will as you reach out for where it's at only to find out

When you're where it's at, it isn't where it's at at all

So come out now with me for a borrowed moment

And glimpse through the plate glass menagerie

Of life that time feeds, the flight of mediocrity

But will we ever free ourselves of the demons of mediocrity?

Wade now with me, knee-deep

In the splendor of the peach-fuzz forest

In the gentle radiation of the one-eyed cuffling

Who joins us on our ball-bearing express

To the land of lavender and sky blue pink

Where we pause on the latex trampoline of tomorrow's promises

And grieve on yesterday's sweet sorrow

In the steam-heated living room of the warm, teenage tangerine

We must now somersault in slow-motion

Down, down the sliding board to a diamond mine eternity

Crying, crying, "Is God alive?"

And remembering so well that the hand that cradles the rock

Can certainly, roll the world