Apéritif
written by: Craig R Kirchner
Great art is inspired,
by the sub-conscious,
she nonchalantly mused,
lying naked on the pink comforter,
sipping Pastis and water,
head propped on her palms,
a tiny glowing sphinx reading poems,
with Cleopatra lips.
I half listen,
knowing the words,
knees at her waist,
molding child-like cleavages with id,
tracing illusions
in firm, tan, sand of spine.
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.
