24: 1 Poem by Floyd Crenshaw

24: 1

Rating: 5.0


smoke constantly
to pass time
in this bubble

over-thinking
analyzing
pointless

wasted time all wasted

for a few lines
here and there
some realization
i would otherwise
forget or suppress

if heroin were easily accessible
might i have attempted
some silly crusade
and become a creation of fire?

the supernova
ohh'd and ahh'd
into the atmosphere
but in reality a
bottle rocket
in an abandoned field

perhaps a sparkler
fading
a temporary tattoo
on the night sky...

it's that fast
within time's
inconceivable reach.

...flashes of pleasure in the darkness...
...chemicals interacting...
...energy displacing...
...atoms colliding...

like cells
dragged through a film reel
it goes.

Monday, April 14, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: addiction,death,drugs,life,self reflection ,selfish
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
R H 24 May 2008

'...perhaps a sparkler fading a temporary tattoo on the night sky' Love the imagery that runs through this cosmic poem where thoughts collide as time's 'inconceivable reach' is grasped. j.

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Abha Sharma 17 April 2008

its an exellent poem with fusion of diverse things and great imagery...well composed and interesting...

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LOVEFOOL Aka 16 April 2008

This is pure class, very thought provoking and really well written.I enjoy a lot of your work but this one is extra special Thank you Nik

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David Desantis 14 April 2008

whoa my pothead friend! I think it has finally allowed you to write the perfect poem. Sad, and distant, but at the same time really deep and in touch. I got a crazy cosmic vibe on this one. Also, the last stanza is effin awesome 'Flashes of pleasure' onward...really good dude, really good.

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