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
or shaky
my eye searches to the left and i go
back inside my brain to think of whether
or not i can get through it without
making a phone call
and using up my entire paycheck
before i even get it
and she yells at me like i'm 5
scolding me that i need to think
positive thoughts
i need to ride my bike
i need to take a walk
and then i hear nothing but the sound
of a the phone waiting to be
picked up on the other end
she asks me why?
why?
why?
why?
i tell her to ask someone who knows
the answers
someone needs to tell her to stop
talking to me
she's dug my grave
and i'm one foot in
another word with the phone
in my hand, and the voice on the
other end telling me the goods are in
i tell her again to ask someone else
for an answer
this has been the answer
and the grave is waiting
...impatiently
- Abby Eyeball (c) 2012 (p) oddrecords