If you’re in the mood for macabre, try The Armor Dims, my latest publication credit. This is a post-Iraq poem for me, but fits in with the theme that I’ve been working with in a work-in-progress, Rumsfeld’s Sandbox.

The bio that appears at the bottom of the poem:

Allen Taylor spent 2005 stationed in Iraq, dreaming of being back home with his wife. Upon returning to the States he promptly told Uncle Sam to go fuck himself and started his own business. He manages World Class Poetry and writes the World Class Poetry blog. He never shaves.

Other poems included in the collection have appeared in The New Verse News and a local newspaper, The Hanover Evening Sun.

And if you’d prefer the lighter side – try this one.

For a broadside of the poem “Cigar”, featured in The New Verse News in January 2008, get the World Class Poetry Toolbar.