Real Gone Poets is a collective of poets associated with poet/rocker Jerry Oliver that range from a wide variety of ages, genders, backgrounds and  beliefs but have one huge thing in common; a respect for and love affair with words, particularly poetry that speaks to the times and streets we live in. Kinda like good rock and roll, which most of us have in common too. 
     So far Real Gone Poets has been more of an idea than any concrete action other than my own poetry that has been published online, but there has been some slowly evolving collaboration going on that will start with this blog posting some guest poetry. 
     Almost a decade ago I was perusing the AllPoetry website and I came upon some poetry that hit me between the eyeballs. I mean... this stuff was not just graphic and filled with imagery that made you swallow and wonder why you were reading on, no... you knew why, you wanted to know what was coming next! Before I read a line of her poetry I was instantly taken by the name Abby Eyeball. The poetry and subject matter was quite mature even though the cultural references could be quite young. I knew she had to be a unique and eccentric individual, especially when I realized the poets Sidney B. Valentine and Rachel A. Love were part of her multiple poetic personality disorder. 
     These days she is known in the world of Real Gone Poets and beyond mainly as Abby Eyeball and we introduce her today with one of her most current poems. Watch for Abby, and perhaps her alter egos Sid and Rachel too, to be involved in some upcoming Real Gone Poets, music/spoken word poetry/video/art/photo,  collaborations.


it comes


impossible, it seems

to wake up without these fingers

being clammy