i consumed the jabs
at my demeanor, because
i knew no other way
.
now others risk
self-worth to wash their hands
or take a piss?
.
it ends, humiliation in all forms,
or hell begins.
© Ben Ditmars 2017
Photograph by Kim Stapf
Revelation
photography
2 Haiku
*
Ocean heard through walls
The slow roll of TV sounds
An inner sadness.
*
Towels folded like
Sky is indiscernible
But we are nothing.
*
© Ben Ditmars 2017
Photograph Courtesy of Susie Clevenger
Cataclysm
branches
hang like braided hair
caught between my
fingers and
a cataclysm
so like
red veins
seeking respite in
a sanctuary city.
© Ben Ditmars 2017
Photograph Courtesy of Kim Stapf
Endure Illumination
in my crystallized pink lace
near twisted limbs
*
i illuminate,
am worthy of respect
*
beyond the gray cast
condescension
*
i endure.
___
© Ben Ditmars 2016
Photograph by Kim Stapf
Atrophy
Photograph Courtesy of Helle Gade
Mourn the Light
Photograph by Claudette Peercy
The Fall of Good People
Shed Skin
Relapse
Solar Radii
I’ve spent time measuring
a volume of kind words,
aggression spilled on
pavement equivalent the
mass of ugliness.
he didn’t stand a chance as
bullets clashed with liters of
intolerance and hit between
the solar radius of three
young hearts.
© Ben Ditmars 2016
Photograph Courtesy of Kim Stapf
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