illusions of
escape velocity
for us became
placebos like
a gentle darkness
gumshoes into
disarray.

© Ben Ditmars 2014

Seventy million light years away, my eyes fly

see two spiral galaxies collide and get distorted

taking eyes off from the telescope, I turn to  your face

where the impact of the collision is on graphic display,

in many colors of fury of a love gone sour, for no reason

we still are seventy million light years apart, my smile

a dove orchid, withers in this shower of inter galactic dust.

the laughter of a child
uplifted sounds
in their
sacred playgrounds
the sweetlight i found
fall upon the ground
just listen to
their joyful songs
their garden of smiles
stronger and stronger now
they play
together somehow
o Lord
the sweetlight i found

A bee with innards spilling
A lost tabby,
A blimp caught up in trees,
Tintern Abbey.

The gravestone of a lover,
A drowning ship,
An NHS delivery of
Fortisip.

A girl with alopecia and
Fungail nails,
A one legged pigeon,
Exploding whales.

Ivy choked churches,
Merlot tongues,
Parrots plucking feathers,
Marlboro lungs.

Girls locked up in attics,
*** toys.
Boys punching girls
And punching boys.

Babies crowning
Fussed about like kings.
Darlings,
You shall see such pretty things.

I shall dutifully
silently suffer.

To Valhalla  we go
Clash of swords, cry of battle
Old times long ago
Dead loves and dead hope
the withering leaf
The heart that says
"I will not surrender in death".
You can **** the body
but You cannot conquer the soul
swing open the door of  Valhalla
long fought for and long the strife
A lady watches, a lady waits
waits in vain
arms that once held a love so tight
arms that are now in the earth
A chair by Oldin's side
The earthly vessel is merely passing smoke
The spirit only truly lives
You can **** the body
but You cannot  conquer the soul
A chair by Oldin's side
Set the banquet, set it to overflowing
Toast You heroes all with Your wine so red
to a warrior's libation of blood
that stain the leaves so red
A chair by Oldin's side
Beat You on Your shields
Beat You on Your drums
Welcome him to paradise
A chair By Oldin's side
Can You see, oh can You see
those who truly live are those who truly die
Blood so warm and grave so cold
lips so warm and now lips so cold
The throat that shouted the angry cry
Rest You now, rest You in comfort  and rest You in joy
A chair by Oldin's side.