Wednesday, August 23, 2023

BLIZZARD OF OZ ‘23

by Scott C. Kaestner




Frostbitten existential mood swings
my fingers can’t feel my toes
numb 
        frozen
try to twist, try to wiggle free
nothing. My mind is a mine field
explosive blue diamond 
in snow drift icicle sky
and damn it gets so cold
when an angry sun scorches
everything in sight. The world is
upside down, reason I know
do you hear the shit coming out
of peoples mouths? The aliens
no doubt are bored with us and
have moved onto planets with
                intelligent
                                 life
something religion and politics
and 24 hour news cycles
eliminated from Earth
quite some
         time 
                ago
so here I am, here we are
freezer burnt waiting for the end
or a new beginning or at least
some warm socks to apocalypse in.


Scott C. Kaestner is a Los Angeles poet, writer, dad, husband, and an invisible man in plain sight. Google “Scott Kaestner Poetry” to peruse his musings and maybe even buy a book.