Wine Sipped Words

your wine-sipped words
asphyxiate my verse, babe,
like suicide, there’s no going
back to cold hands or a
paper ring – the rush of
sugar in a coffee shop

© Ben Ditmars 2015

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Burn My Heart

I take the black cup, and
I let it burn my heart.

I feel caffeine
rushing like addiction
in your pulse.

we live fast, when
we go slow.

slip between
our fingers,

laced together
in the quiet hours

and they skip a beat,
sooner than we crash.

© Ben Ditmars 2015

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Caffeine & Suicide

I never tasted suicide as sweet as coffee
or dark roasted but the night is young
and I am still less caffeinated than
despaired before the water torture
bores a hole into my sanity
aromas cut the air pretending
to be razor blades and I can only
understand the slightest surge
of drug-induced euphoria —
questions stacked like unpaid bills
the mortgage running late again
and where are we? why is she unmovable?
and I unbreakable?
why can’t we just belong…

© Ben Ditmars 2014


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