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Craig Kirchner: not even Baudelaire

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Art by Bernice Holtzman © 2024

not even Baudelaire

 

by Craig Kirchner

 

I’m sitting with The Flowers of Evil,

in my favorite chair, best cognac,

a small reading-lamp the only light in an

otherwise, dark room.

Early evening relaxation—

this is as good as it gets.

 

Back from a jog, you silently appear,

hip-cocked in the doorway,

dirty blonde shook forward,

framing Lopez lips

in an incredible ensemble

of white cotton panties and gym socks.

 

I tilt the shade like a spotlight,

thinking maybe a little bump & grind,

instead, you drop to your knees—

your reality more intense than

one could possibly write—

ever so lewdly crawls across the Persian rug,

 

gives even the goldfish gooseflesh,

and a hard-on.

No one could make you up,

not even Baudelaire.

 

 

Craig Kirchner is retired and thinks of poetry as hobo art. He loves storytelling and the aesthetics of the paper and pen.

He has had 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.

After a 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 Writing.

Bernice Holtzman’s paintings and collages have appeared in shows at various venues in Manhattan, including the Back Fence in Greenwich Village, the Producer’s Club, the Black Door Gallery on W. 26th St., and one other place she can’t remember, but it was in a basement, and she was well received.

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