GAS Featured Poet: Craig Kirchner

"I have been writing all my life and think of poetry as hobo art. I love story-telling and the aesthetics of the paper and pen, I’ve been 

nominated twice for a Pushcart Prize. After a writing hiatus I was recently published in Decadent Review and have a book of poetry –Roomful of Navels."

George Clooney

Driving west from the beach,

it could have been George Clooney,

head and shoulders draped 

backwards over a chaise,

napping and sunning at the pool – 

 

if it weren’t for the bus stop bench 

identifying itself as Bus Stop

and the Winn-Dixie cart

full of worldly possessions

sitting along-side – 

 

instead of the coaster glass top table, 

the morning bloody-Mary

and the designer umbrella.

 

George could most certainly 

look this content,

snoring, feet up, as though 

he had a Golden Globe

and owed himself this decadence,

 

if it weren’t for the holes 

in the muddied boots, 

the grease stains on the cargo shorts 

and the distinct need for a shave.

 

It seemed poignant that

the high-end condos just behind George 

most assuredly had the same sun, 

clouds and blue sky, 

as well as the same choreographed 

‘v’ of geese flying north overhead 

as his siesta stopover.