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The Bad Ex

A Poem by Ben Taylor

I always assumedbad people had bad intentions,that one could not accidentallywaltz through the gates of hell.But apparently, here I am.I wanted desper..

coming into focus

A Poem by Ben Taylor

if it was my faultthen holy fucki am so sorry.i tried sososo goddamn hard.so if it was my fault.i am so f*****g sorry.i turned everythingin your direc..

The Idea Of You

A Poem by Ben Taylor

I found a mountain,a scintillating tower,stretching up into the morning sunlight,defying all attempts to climb.I lived at the base,chiseling a cavernw..

Trimmed

A Poem by Ben Taylor

Warm rain in chilly Rochester,feta cheese crumbledon both of our meals.We share,as always -these things are bettertogether.Hospital visits,exhausting ..

With Distance

A Poem by Ben Taylor

I am sitting bolt uprightin my straight backed chair,wooden and unyielding.I am yanked outdoorsby the summer winds,by the creaking and groaningof old ..

Sorry To Bother You

A Poem by Ben Taylor

I am writing you toapologize, to acknowledgethe pain I caused you.A stupid boytrying frantically to avoidthe difficult thoughts,the desperate decision..

Wet Concrete

A Poem by Ben Taylor

iridescent oils play in gutter puddlesand parking lot ponds,fracturing and reflectingthe gaze of surrounding street lamps.a concrete desert,refusing t..

I Am Listening

A Poem by Ben Taylor

the sun fades to nothingabove our private canopy,until I can barely see youin the gloom -despite there being onehammock for us both.as the embers crin..

Bird's Eye View

A Poem by Ben Taylor

The great city below is a glittering crescent,wrapped around a bay of cobalt sea,water gleaming harshly in the heavy noonday sun.Sails bulge and rippl..

Sept. 11 (Bionicle)

A Poem by Ben Taylor

school ends early,parents are called.1st grade, Mrs. Muellerlooks nervous.I'm sent homewith parents,given a toy(the red and yellowbionicle frommcdonal..