Being There

Diamonds are a dangerous commodity. Topaz brickettes pave lost roads for the unfortunate paths of bewildered Dorothy's (and misguided second-removed cousins). The birthday cards I send myself, are never returned to sender; they're forwarded to you. Rubies are ominous and a crucial burden. Red. A vibrant statement. Look at me! I'm red! Quite a pathetic gemstone. (Dorothy - you need to re-dye your slippers). The birthday cards you've sent me are now forwarded back to you. Diamonds and rubies are dangerous commodities. Quartz tickles my fancy. Limestone abandons my will. Emeralds? I visted that city; once. The PO Box for my re-routed birthday cards are registered there. My second-removed cousin tiles his palacial floors with them. Diamonds, rubies and emeralds are dangerous commodities. Sapphires are worthless crackerjacks. Amethyst is a word that (half the population of Idaho can't spell). A Rock of Gibraltar. The man you needed. The dupe you wanted. The patsy who refrains from visiting your morosed petting zoos. The gemstone you suckle? Who is it? No! I'm not your diamond; sweetheart. Hardly, am I your ruby; cupcake. Perchance, an emerald? Doubtful! Quartz, limestone...a sapphire? You orchestrate personal deaths upon the metallic bands around your rhenoid fingers. A gemstone I'm not a part of. Being there - I was the part of your life that was accidentally flung over rusty-coat hangers stuffed in moth-ridden closets. I was the gemstone that never glossed your fancy fingers. Diamonds? Emeralds? Rubies? Sapphires? Quartz? Limestone? No...pumice; my love. Understand, pumice doesn't sink! I'll pop back into mischievious blackened-hearts anytime I please - and you will welcome me for a sincerity that warrrants no appraisals. However, my utmost truisms sparkle decadent- bright like diamonds - a dangerous and rare commodity. .