White Gold (A covid tale)
I was at Costco yesterday afternoon and what do you know... I stumbled upon
an entire row full of toilet paper. White gold, two-ply porcelain everywhere
the eye could see.
And we face-masked customers rejoiced into our own breath, so excited to wipe our asses without worry for a little while.
“I’m gonna surprise my wife and splurge for the Charmin Quilted!” exclaimed an old man as he quickly ran past me.
“Me too!” I replied.
One by one, we hoisted toilet paper into our shopping carts as if it were the
Stanley Cup.
These are strange days indeed and priorities have shifted, but at least some of us zombies will have clean assholes when the aliens land.
© 2020 scott kaestner
Mixtape
I am from generation
mixtape nation
where dual cassette decks
led to first kisses
in basement bedrooms
trying to not wake up parents
fingers pressing buttons
recording moments of bliss
music played past midnight
anthems to new experiences.
© 2020 scott kaestner
Stoner
You are what you bring
to the buzz
is not
just
sage stoner advice
but also
a way
of life.
© 2020 scott kaestner
Bio: Scott C. Kaestner is a Los Angeles poet, writer, dad, husband, and abides by the principles of ‘you do you.’ Google ‘scott kaestner poetry’ to peruse his musings and doings.
