Michael Pruchnicki Poems

INTERIOR kitchen of rustic cabin
in remote region of northern Michigan
wind howling snow swirling visible
through small window at left
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Battlefield prowess
clash of metal on flesh and bone
gusts of wind carrying the cries of young men
on the plains outside Troy
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'Yeah, it's a craft that you learn on the job,
don't you think? Like a carpenter learns
the ins and the outs of his trade.
It's not just puking up your guts,
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Consider the rules and etiquette
of love, Lothario and Lady of Shalott,
before you stick your head
in the kitchen oven!
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Let me show you this, he said
The Book of Forms by Lewis Turco
just picked it up at Barnes & Noble
it's worth perusing at your leisure
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She was not at the Little Bighorn,
though Colonel Custer and troopers
of the Seventh Cavalry Regiment were
that summer day in 1876
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The rains came as they do in March
and April. Rubbish and debris float
in the flooded gutters, autumn's leaves
and winter's residue sailing along
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We trod along the beach
beneath the stars - two lovers
hand in hand gazing at the sky
and the lights along the far shore!
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They will come

massed in ranks,
battalions and regiments,
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Summer just over there
behind those hills
lolling at rest
lying in wait
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