Floyd Crenshaw

An Avenue Of Alleys - Poem by Floyd Crenshaw

Just another day my friend….
One more and you’ll have yours….

But for today let me get mine.
Perhaps next Tuesday, if you don’t mind?

You’ve seen me in cartoons and alleys.
I’ve been to the alleys, the cartoon life.

Let’s be honest and
Admit to nothing short of everything.

Terms that the new generations bring.
Refuse, refuse, refuse.

New, once old, becomes lost,
But forever en route.

Cycled like dead men’s plaid and
Ten-dollar, wedding dress wet-dreams.

Editing is for the news,
Not for life.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 3, 2009

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