I remember
music in the dark
and rhythm playing
through the air

like noise inside
a drum or empty
hearts about
to beat when

we broke rules
like they were
shattered bones

and learned
that some things
hesitate to heal

in weeks or
years because the
radio recycles
therapy and

we aren’t
rock and roll.

© Ben Ditmars 2014


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it goes on
anemic, bittersweet,
red-yellow and secure
like pressure meeting time
inquietude shakes rock and
sometimes we are
born pristine.

© Ben Ditmars 2014


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