Thursday 8 July 2021

Three Wonderful Poems by Scott Kaestner

 



SWIMMING 

 

I’m going 

for a swim 

not in water

but in my mind

consciousness 

a tide

pulling me

out to sea 

away from

normality 

away from 

acceptance 

and into

these words

this poem

questioning

the reality 

of reality.

 

I’m going

for a swim

across the space 

time continuum 

across the oceans

of possibility 

headfirst into

the unknown

curiosity 

by my side

an open mind

and the urge

I have to go

otherwise

I’ll never know

if I am

if this is

if we are?


 

DEATH OF A SALESWOMAN (IN WEST LA)

 

‘It’s hard to wake up when you’re dead’

is what she was thinking when 

the smell of espresso brewing 

snapped her out of her fog 

 

two cups later the marine layer rolled in

thru the open door and over her corpse

as she stepped out into the haze

into a ritual best forgotten 

 

she wonders why she gets lost everyday on the way

to her daily grave in a corporate cemetery 

but she’s too exhausted to care anymore 

now that she’s dead

 

numb angel of oppressive silence eats

her soul but pays her mortgage 

twisted tale expense account

funds first world problems 

 

the humanity of inhumanity saddest of all 

where how could we let this happen is

met with a shrug of the shoulders

and a glass of who gives a fuck

 

her co-workers no longer feel her presence

or buy her lunch or ask her to happy hour

she is but a lost dream

of an elusive woman

 

she is a whisper, a tide churning, wave crashing

smiling at her demise knowing the joke

is on her - she’ll have to wake up

and do it again

 

and again and again the clock is ticking

towards an ending that ain’t coming

because she died a long time ago

and no one seems to care.


 

TIME

 

Time is the vehicle moving us forth

it is never the right time

or the wrong time

it’s just time 

doing what

it does

 

all the time

every time.

 

And one day will come

for each of us when

we can no longer

go along with it

making time

precious

 

all the time

every time.





Scott C. Kaestner is a Los Angeles poet, writer, dad, husband, and owner of a minimalist mind that sees nothing in every thing. Google ‘scott kaestner poetry’ to peruse his musings and doings.





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