This week, I’m letting Ben Ditmars take the reigns. I won’t talk his poem up too much. He’s capable of doing that himself…
I haven’t done many found poems. They are tricky and often come out forced having originated from other voices. But for National Poetry Month I wanted to step outside my comfort zone and help promote some poets in the process. So, please enjoy Dirt Road Embers.
Dirt Road Embers
by Ben Ditmars
Human beings are powder kegs Electric lightbulbs burning out and Waiting to explode; we carry on Please carry me I’m broken Caught between the gloaming Wine-stained fringe existence Broken places bleeding midnight On a savage rose where She is strong and I’m inhaling Smoke through laughter Birthing madness; nothing left But pulse and sadness slipping Into evening; we can’t lose.