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~
if a solar eclipse can
swallow the sun, will
there be less darkness?
~
will we feel the speed
of gravity stop everything –
or will we carry on
frozen lifeless
shouting racial slurs?
~
i hope they find us staring
deeply at each other
after sex
or dancing slow –
~
i want to be a sculpture
of a swan or angel
~
anything but human.
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© Ben Ditmars 2017
I wrote this back in the dark ages of July 2017. Has it really been that long?
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Starry Isolation
pulses rising in the
desert sunset
branding us with vapor,
starry skies
we survive against
the night, entwined
becoming one.
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© Ben Ditmars 2017
Photograph Courtesy of Amber AquaIntense Norrgard
i have been busy
writing poetry by sight
and sound – observing
fire and the fury
without words –
somehow less is more
than we deserve,
another Vicodin replacing cigarettes
when death is near enough
to Bedminster, Mar a Lago or
his tower –
it will be a national emergency.
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© Ben Ditmars 2017
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~
dense remnants of sky
are crushed into exhaustion
inside neutron stars
hot pulses, i have
felt from weakness with
my concentration
energetically
behind cold matter i am
less than tragedy.
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© Ben Ditmars 2017
gas continues choking
casualties
like lab rats or
canaries in a coal mine…
next time, there won’t be
a next time
we remember
Aurora,
Sandyhook,
Manchester,
stray bullets in
an endless narrative.
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© Ben Ditmars 2017
Photograph by Kim Stapf
passion lurks behind
eyes bloodshot with cocaine and
venti-sized coffee
a lover’s spat un-swallowed
nearly choked on sweet and lows.
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© Ben Ditmars 2017
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you know, i try to be
objective on the pain
as if my purpose
was not feeling the environment
for cracks and fissures
caught inside
this neural net,
another fish can’t breathe
or resperate the porous salt of his
identity…
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© Ben Ditmars 2017
comey was dropped
like a preexisting condition
falling vertically
through ash
the rage
of silence
overshadowing
my guilt as i
sought blame.
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© Ben Ditmars 2017
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i think I have been lost
in something heavier
each day, collisions
with a neutron star
or solid gold;
these karats
scalding patterns
in the shape of
my carotid artery.
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© Ben Ditmars 2017
