A Poem by Ben Taylor

Summer has peaked,
and we are sliding inexorably
towards kinder temperatures.
The midday breeze wicks away
the toxins as I sweat them out,
liquor I drank in a desperate attempt
to be myself.
This groggy-head anxiety
almost feels like home.
You are an abnormally strong stimulant,
absorbed through the slightest
skin contact.
Twenty-four hours later, and sleeping
still doesn't seem like a possibility. 
I drank just to calm the jitters,
to steady my hands enough
to untie this knot I have hidden
behind my ribs. 
If I don't do that,
I know that
I'll f**k this up.

© 2019 Ben Taylor

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"Transdermal" is a brilliant title with all it conjures up! I love how your poem begins as if we are going to talk about the weather, but little by little, the real msg becomes clearer & clearer. You paint a delicious word portrait of the addled addicted desperado in a new light. The reader kinda loves this guy becuz you present his frailties so interestingly! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 7 Months Ago

The lover who being described here must be something else. That the speaker has to drink to calm down a day later indicates someone lit a powerful fire.

Posted 7 Months Ago

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Added on August 26, 2019
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Ben Taylor
Ben Taylor

Columbia, MO

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