remember the days?—
dimebags
and diamonds
cutting through steel
hot and heavy
doused in liquid cool
tempered
ready to rock—
a hell of a run
ended
by the sound
of a mother
fucking
gun.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, September 3, 2026.
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- Comment from author about the poem: For Darrell. Fuck gun violence and the culture that enables, empowers, and produces it. Part of the Truth, Applied collection.
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Its a culture that seems here to stay my friend, money to be made
Sadly, I think you’re right, Norman. Too many powerful interests benefit from keeping fear alive and weapons flowing. Appreciate you, my friend. 🎸💎🖤🙏
always welcome
Here intended or not lay many clues dime bags known to any that purchase, diamonds crystalline THC, cut, what dealers do to increase profit and decrease lethal dosages, steel a drug to treat major depressive disorder although not commonly abused an artifact of abuse. rock slang for crack cocaine and crystal meth. Where there is money to be made there are guns to protect and wars to be fought. Good one my friend
You took this somewhere I never consciously intended, Soren...and damn if the whole alternate reading doesn’t hold together. The poem’s foundation is “Diamond Darrell,” “Dimebag Darrell” (of Pantera and Damageplan fame), heavy metal, and his murder, but those unintended associations create an eerie second current. Fantastic catch, my friend! 🎸💎🖤🙏
Most welcome Tristan
Brilliant. Gritty and sharp.
Hell yeah, Thomas! So glad this one delivered. Much appreciated, my friend! 🎸💎🖤🙏
I'm dreading the dark poems to appear. Are they about Popeye & Co?! lol.
Keep away from that spinach.
Oh, absolutely, Orchi...Wimpy is running an underground butcher shop, Olive Oyl keeps washing blood from the anchor, and Popeye has started collecting teeth in empty spinach tins. They're green of course. Good ol' green teeth, sounds like somthing out of a Charlie Daniels' song! 🤣 Lock the doors and hide Fido! 🎸💎🖤🙏
Absolutely, Valiantstar...once the sailor starts glowing green and speaking backward, run for the hills. This public warning was brought to you by WCAT! 🎸💎🖤🙏
Powerfully written, let's all put mother fucker guns down. My deepest condolences for Darrell. Tristan I fear for the USA right now. 💜
Thank you so much, Teddy. "Dimebag" Darrell Abbott should still be here, and countless others should be too. I share your fear for this country...our obsession has cost far too many lives, yet meaningful change remains deliberately obstructed. Always grateful for your heart, my friend. 🎸💎🖤🙏
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