barbara w CC
Driving before dawn,
distant shadows slip
past radiant points of light
shimmering from an unseen horizon,
the darkness insinuating a dream.
The spiritual caffeine of insomnia
reflecting in your eyes.
But, still you smile
like beauty is creativity is madness,
echoing a trance
which used to be our romance
when once we were wild and young.
Now, the sadness of our silence.
The wilting of flowers, browning.
Conversation lost to a labyrinth of thought.
The mother of God,
you used to have a lot of sweet sugar
but there is less than a teaspoon left.
I used to be smooth, suave and spontaneous
not coiled, crotchety and cantankerous.
This riddle now insoluble
like a cryptic crossword puzzle.
Crossing the state line,
we haven’t talked for miles.
The void is unspeakable hunger
as we pull into Divinity's diner.
The parking lot glistening karmic jewels
in the early morning mist.
Truly we are blessed,
you and I,
though we cannot visualize
the sweet musings of memory
through the sadness of our sighs
as a tear emerges
from your cursed catatonic eyes.
I order an omelet.
You order coffee and pie
staring out the window at cars passing by
it would be a good time to die
like that fly
struggling in a puddle of ketchup.
Carl Kaucher is a poet, photographer, and urban explorer who lives in Temple, Pa. He is the author of two chapbooks, "Sideways Blues ( Irish mountain and beyond )"and most recently "Postpoemed" His work has appeared in numerous publications and online. The writing explores his experiences wandering urban spaces near his home and throughout Pennsylvania. Using his photography and writing, Carl has been exploring the overlooked places and documenting the chance occurrences that happen to him and by doing so gives us the opportunity to reflect upon those similar events happening in our lives also. More info can be found at https://www.facebook.com/CarlKaucher/ and on instagram @Carlkaucher.
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