Night Prowler
written by: Craig R Kirchner
New Year’s, feast of a crowd,
and that next new concept,
the one you’ve never known,
or to recapture forgotten vintage,
that next unique high,
the one you’ve never known,
or to be more precise
the you you’ve never tried.
Then through the clamor
of the Times Square crowd
of which you feel centuries apart,
a glimpse of some delicious past.
Emerald green hem in the snow,
a refracted shot of light from the
antique gem hanging erotically,
enticingly at her throat.
A face to covet unlike the many,
an entity that stirs the lust
of ancient and albinoed soul,
the adrenaline of the Infidel.
Craig has written poetry all his life, is now retired, and thinks of poetry as hobo art. He loves storytelling and the aesthetics of the paper and pen. The parallel, horizontal, blue lines on white legal, staring left to right, knowing that the ink, when it meets the resistance of the page will feel extroverted, set free, at liberty to jump, the two skinny, vertical red lines to get past the margin. He was nominated twice for the Pushcart Prize, and has a book of poetry, Roomful of Navels. After a writing hiatus he has recently been published and has work forthcoming in a dozen or so journals.
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