Michael Pruchnicki Poems

to tell these poetasters and others
to button it about love and its langours
of which they know absolutely notning
not even the grammar of poetry
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Stosh awoke early with a hangover.
He usually slept in until the sun was high overhead.
He looked out -
the hot eye of heaven peering down at the shack
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Looks easy enough, I thought. A short day hike on a marked trail
over the high ridge down through the valley of the Rosebud.
Pitch tent near the lake at the foot of Mount Garryowen.
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when trees unleave
decent folk come to Macumera,
far from the raging storms and dark clouds-
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She said her name was Medusa, a mermaid true,
who lived with her clan in currents offshore.

'We sing and swim among azure sea-flowers,
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Gusts of wild wind rampaging!
Freighter plows through the inland sea.
Loud birds aloft scavenging,
Deaf to the the crew's silent plea.
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A sewing room ablaze with sunlight-
a woman sits, bending over knotted seams
auburn locks aglow,
she muses on her happy life
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Matinee on Saturday a dress rehearsal -
acrobats twirling and dogs on hind legs,
comics winging it on stage, dancers
tapping to tunes unheard,
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The streets of Washington are crowded now
with clusters of citizens waving signs-
legions untold of devout fans
chanting for a rock star
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A northwest wind was blowing that day
the Titanic of the Great Lakes
was coming back from mill in Wisconsin
with a crew and captain well-seasoned
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