Poems

Super Sunday

I could see from
the jeans-only outfit
and lewd licks on the longneck
that half time
entertainment was planned,

but could never
have predicted
that third down play
on your second half.

                

Afternoon Surf

Annette pouty-lipped,
tongue flicking,
slowly strokes those ears
announcing its
"Anything Can Happen Day."

Seinfeld and friends get naked,
Edith divorces Archie,
Buffalo Bob beats
Howdy Doodie's ass
while Claribel jacks off.
The Lone Ranger tells
Tonto he's gay
and Rin Tin Tin mounts Lassie.

After reruns
Dr. Phil is diddling Oprah
explaining the infinite possibilities
if one honestly opens their mind,
tells the truth to loved ones
and tunes in each
and every Wednesday.

                

The Reading

In the garden,
adopted, accepted,
the sun-flowers smile,
the reading went well.
The punch was spiked
quite nicely. Your friends
shared valium &
ate their word hors d'oeuvres.

We brushed touch,
my thigh, your ass,
no one noticed as they left
the grass perceptively growing
around a dead fallen oak
with one erect green bud
reaching for light
and denouement.

You came. Twice.
Put me in the tool shed
to sit in the dark and meditate
until the next pruning
or afternoon tea.

                

skull
job

knees
at your
ears,
nipples
just touching
the back of
my thighs,
it appears
as though the
tip
should be
tickling your
brain. --
and what a
mind
it supports,
this was
after all
your idea.

©2006 by Craig Kirchner

                                                                                                                                                                                               

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Craig Kirchner lives and works as a consultant in the Mid-Atlantic. Works have appeared in journals including Slow Trains, Lily, Erosha, Thunder Sandwich, 3 AM MAGAZINE, Adagio, Triplopia, Laura Hird, Clean Sheets, Astropoetica, and Zygote in My Coffee. His work has twice been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. See more of Craig's writing here.