with The Flowers of Evil,
favorite chair, best cognac,
reading-lamp the only light in an
this is as
good as it gets.
Back from a
jog, you silently appear,
cotton panties and gym socks.
I tilt the
shade like a spotlight,
maybe a little bump & grind,
drop to your knees—
more intense than
lewdly crawls across the Persian rug,
the goldfish gooseflesh,
No one could
make you up,
Kirchner is retired and thinks of poetry as hobo art. He loves storytelling and
the aesthetics of the paper and pen.
two poems nominated for the Pushcart, and has a book of poetry, Roomful of
Navels. He houses 500 books in his office and about 400 poems in a folder
on a laptop. These words tend to keep him straight.
writing hiatus he was recently published in Poetry Quarterly, Decadent
Review, New World
Writing, Neologism, The Light Ekphrastic, Unlikely Stories, Wild Violet, Last
Stanza, Unbroken, W-Poesis, The Globe Review, Skinny, Your Impossible Voice,
Fairfield Scribes, Spillwords, WitCraft, Bombfire, Ink in Thirds, Ginosko, Last
Leaves, Literary Heist, Blotter, Quail Bell , Ariel Chart, Lit
Shark, Gas, Teach-Write, and has work forthcoming in Cape, Scars,
Yellow Mama, Rundelania, Flora Fiction, Young Ravens, Loud Coffee Press,
Versification, Vine Leaf Press, Edge of Humanity and the Journal of Expressive