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 Jan 2013 Kevin Eli
Erica Boyd
Do your scars ever insist
That you touch them?
Do they hover above your skin,
Just so you'll scratch them?
Like maggots
Crawling over a carcass
Wounds that will never close
The burrowing mouths
Leave permanent trails
Because the flesh is dead.
So contrasting,
The pink of healing
That was once an angry scab.
But you scratched at that, too,
Because it stuck to your body
Like some parasitic tick.
And I wonder now,
If the circles of scars
That trail down my forearm,
Are like a line of dark ants
That will follow me forever.
Or if in their ugly hatching,
I can see metamorphosis.
But in the corner of my mind,
I know
They will always follow.
And in the corner of my room,
I hear the buzzing
Of a fly.
 Jan 2013 Kevin Eli
John
In Vietnam
 Jan 2013 Kevin Eli
John
I was tripping, tripping
Over to Vietnam
Their hands were ripping, slipping
In hot blood
While I asked how many people they've shot
How many kids?
How many villages burnt with a fire so hot
So cold, the beers cracked open
Sweating like the citizens trying to stay alive
Rage trapped in their heart-like pig pens

I was told to take pictures
Told to record every explanation
Every lieutenant major gave a lecture
As calves were sewn to thighs
Thighs sewn, stitched
The thighs piled high
In buckets of ****** ice

I might have a son
I visited a madam
Down in la Drang Valley
Should've kept it in my pants
Now my sons running naked
Through streets paved in fresh blood
Pros ably pushing drugs or kidnapping women
Selling women
Because his mother was sold to me
In Vietnam
Had the weirdest dream last night. I was a journalist or a soldier/photographer in Vietnam in the late 60s. This is a product of said dream.
 Jan 2013 Kevin Eli
TJ King
Cold
Silent
Blue morning.
Overhead planes
Growling like scared dogs.
Smokey breath flies upward
And fogs up old car windows.
Children are on their way to learn
About Pilgrims, and loving alone.
 Jan 2013 Kevin Eli
Chuck
Spooncycle
 Jan 2013 Kevin Eli
Chuck
Cycling
High cadence
Low resistance
Tight corners
Horse class climbs
Mountainous descents
     Back up!
Horse class climbs?
At my current weight
More like fat *** climbs!

Cycling
No high calories
Low carbohydrates
Tight spandex
More practice climbs
Mountains want destroyed
      Go forward!
At my cycling weight
More like what climb?
This poem is inspired by Spooner but in noway a Spoonerism. It was also inspired by all the Christmas cookies. Haha
 Jan 2013 Kevin Eli
Anon C
When saved is not what is sought
bathing in and relishing the ignorance
blinded to words, numbed to compassion
it would seem every man for himself
none for all and all for none
they will eat me alive whislt cackling
while I lie drowning in tears
sinking deeper than the roots of the oldest tree of life
kneel down and lose the will to fight
pondering why it is I would cry
what would be the point of bounding through the fires of Hell
when they themselves do not seem to care
then a stranger smiles at me for no reason
and I remember
 Jan 2013 Kevin Eli
Sabotage
Complicated

It’s complicated…
Well I’ve said that before…

It’s complicated…
But I come back for more…

It’s complicated…
Don’t tell me any lies…

Yes it’s complicated, let’s just say our goodbyes.

…By the way, have you ever considered at length
How much simpler things might be, if you just had the strength?

Every night, every morning, and sometimes at noon
Opportunity’s pass like the phase of the moon

At the end of it all, or perhaps the beginning
We are not far from Charlie (he thinks that he’s “Winning”)

But I must now admit, I’ve regressed to the past.
Let us welcome each other, together at last.

Oh wait, never mind, as the moment is gone
But don’t fret "mes amie" I will see you at dawn.
 Jan 2013 Kevin Eli
Chuck
Man needs little to endure life's hardships
Gold, silver, and jewels plunder a man's soul
Water, food, shelter, and companionship
Despite life's conquests, must remain the goal
Water quenches what possessions cannot
A custom carriage fails as a life source
Nor does it quench when August days grow hot
Nor nourish folks when seasons fall off course
Look for umbrage, safety from barren land
Shelter to the pains of nature denied
Yet, man's elemental resource reigns man
The shipwrecked, fed and quenched, unsatisfied
Possessions, wealth, and even basic need
Can't provide the nourishment humans bleed
This is the first English/Shakespearean Sonnet in a sequence to my children: lessons from life.
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