by Kevin Eberhardt
Seems we’re gettin’ ahead of ourselves
Puttin’ the cart before the donkey endin’
Up right where we started ‘cause you
Can’t trust what you can’t touch it’s all
Smoke & delusion hearsay & rumor &
Hidin’ behind words to say what you
Mean with a mouth belongs to some
One else in the War of the Worlds we
Are the aliens & there is no secret
Weapon only an ‘on’ & ‘off’ switch
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“Radio” by Kevin Eberhardt used with the poet’s permission.
For more Kevin Eberhardt work, please check out his blog:
as well as http://agentofchaos.com/ke/index.html, various
issues of The City Poetry, and Crisis Chronicles Press’ Fuck Poetry.
His work can also be found accompanying images by London photographer Richard Byerley
You may contact Kevin Eberhardt at firstname.lastname@example.org.