Ben Owens Poems

Christine's nights of '96
kept her mind off
the horror of the
boogeyman, but still kept her awake
...

In reality
beauty is seen and heard
by many a people and then
interpreted differently by each individual
...

In the corner of a messy room
stood tall, a red vacuum cleaner
with bristles that looked meaner
than any old household broom
...

At the table I sit
drinking my green tea
from a stolen expresso
cup.
...

Pipe smoke was all I
could taste after the
door had closed
gently after me
...