Michael Pruchnicki Poems

You ever get some morning
cloudy skies
and no job
no wife or family
...

Around here even the trees on the midway
have owls hooting all night long
right there off the lakefront
in Hyde Park close by
...

There is an old cemetery on the south side
where the casual visitor may happen upon
one of those old-fashioned gated plots
dedicated to a family of local renown
...

I'm sitting in Papa John's
when she sashays in.
Five feet two, eyes of blue,
silk blouse and snug jeans
...

Sun overhead blazing down
sand and biting flies
fear and diarrhea
and a shit-storm
...

Cook set a Gaelic table
in the mess every noon -
boiled potatoes and cabbage,
onions and corned beef -
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Day dawns
sky cobalt blue
cirrus clouds high
overhead -
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Like petals on a yellow flower
that blooms and grows
for both flora and fauna-
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He stumbled and fell
right there at the intersection
where Broadway crosses Clark Street
amid the turmoil and tumult that marks
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Wonder about the color wheel?

Yellow at the top - violet at the bottom
cool colors of green, blue-green, blue & blue-violet
...