Floyd Crenshaw - 24: 1

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

a sulfuric apocalyptic
portrayal
with bottle rockets
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.

Floyd Crenshaw

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