Sickness and the Knife

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 I’ve seen kids endure
Sickness and the knife,
Drugs and monsters, more “mature”

Lockdowns high on vapor,
With extended definitions of real life…
I’ve seen kids endure.

Voices crying insecure
Enclosed like wildlife
Drugs and monsters, more “mature”

I no longer count contours
Of the half-life
I’ve seen kids endure.

If apathy can have a cure,
A pause, hyperbole or hyphen –
Are Drugs and monsters, more “mature”?

They are old enough for fear
Not guns or wild lives,
I’ve seen kids endure
Drugs and monsters, more “mature”

 

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 © Ben Ditmars 2018

Livin’ on a Prayer: Villanelle Poetry

I enjoy the repetition in Bon Jovi’s song Livin’ on a Prayer, and I’ve always found it a powerful message. So, I thought I might rearrange the lyrics into a villanelle.

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Gina works the diner all day
And that’s a lot
But, Baby, it’s okay…

She brings home her pay
If we’re ready or not
Gina works the diner all day

She dreams of running away
Tommy’s got his six-string on hock
But, baby, it’s okay…

We’re livin’ when we pray
Tommy used to work on the dock
Gina works the diner all day

There ain’t no other way,
Workin’ off the clock
But, baby, it’s okay…

Union’s been on strike, that way
No place left to drive, we walk
Gina works the diner all day
But, Baby, it’s okay…