Floyd Crenshaw Poems

I watched the Chicago skyline
Become bright at the height of twilight
On a rooftop twenty-nine flights
I felt the daily fight
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time passing
mass transit
break-dancing troupe
horn-honking hobo
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he thought he was -

after the bombs dropped
after the bullets dodged
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there is a hot coal in my father's palm
he takes them from our hearth
his hands unscathed to memory
scorched layers crust over once tender flesh
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the day wore on
time turned after noon
my shower is late
my clothes in the hamper
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interest rates
.325 percent.

next month
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today
i experienced
some thing.
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so let's all get drunk
and write pretty words
or plain words
or weird words
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the pool of vomit
over the curb
beside my right shoulder
my freshly skinned
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