Morning Smoke
by
John F Taylor ©

The stench of the
Wet ashtray
Crashed through
The Morning air as
I
Waited for you
At the bus stop

The couple next to me
Are like wild dogs in
Heat

He pulls it out and
Her scarlet lips part
Easily
Just as they had so many times
Before now

She easily accepts
It's stiffness into her waiting
Mouth

She notices me watching and asks
" Do you mind,
I
Ran out of matches."
by



John F Taylor
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John's self-proclaimed assault on the literary world can be traced back to his birth. John made
contact with a mentor who helped him to see the world as a poet, and more importantly, a
human that had something to say inside of him. Since that time he’s focused most of his
artistic energies into his poetry

John has written nearly One thousand poems and several short stories As well as Plays and
screenplays. He’s also been published numerous times on the World Wide Web at such sites as
Junkyard Press, Quantum Muse, Free-verse, as well as others. Taylor has Self-Published three
books to date and is currently working on a novel. He describes his poems as “emotional
tangents with a bit of social commentary thrown in for good measure."