The Random Life (by Kevin Eberhardt)

 

 

The Random Life

The words go in one ear &
Out the other streamin’ thru
Unconsciousness washin’
Away some memories I no
Longer need makin’ way for
New thoughts I no longer
Believe & pickin’ & choosin’
Ain’t got nothin’ to do with it
What I learn right now don’t
Help me yesterday always
A day short & a dollar late
Burnin’ shadows at both
Ends still don’t help me see
What’s waitin’ up ahead
Don’t matter ‘cause I can’t
Avoid it anyway trapped in
Illusions of destiny at least
I’ve had my say you can’t
Collect in Heaven what you
Didn’t bet in Hell too bad
The fortune teller’s closed
On Mondays

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“The Random Life” appears in KE’s chapbook Burnin’ Shadows [Crisis Chronicles Press, 2011].  Meet the author and pick up a copy at his art show opening, Saturday 21 December 2013 from 6 to 8 pm at JoAnn DePolo Studios & Gallery, 26719 Brookpark Ext., North Olmsted, Ohio.

Kevin Eberhardt is a northern Ohio poet who retired at the first of last year (2012) from one life into the next. He has been writing poetry since high school some 40 years ago. Lately, he’s tried his hand at found/primitive/folk art; this has consumed most of his time. His poetry has appeared in ArtCrimes, The City, the Deep Cleveland Junkmail Oracle, Fuck Poetry, and the Cartier Street Review. His chapbook Transitory Innocence was published by NightBallet Press in early 2013. Explore more of his work at octoberconspiracy.blogspot.com.

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On becoming a friend (by Kevin Eberhardt)

On becoming a friend

Casing yesterday’s dream
Like a cello on a rainy day
Scraping the pavement for
A bit of inspiration a foot
Print left undisturbed in the
Cement duly initialed and
Paraphrased of sentiment
Hopefully heading in the
Right direction asking the
Right question of a stranger
You just met for the first
Time & will never meet
Under that guise again 

KE

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“On becoming a friend” (c)2011 by Kevin Eberhardt, used with the poet’s permission

Kevin Eberhardt is a northern Ohio poet whose work has appeared in ArtCrimes, The City Poetry, the Deep Cleveland Junkmail Oracle, Fuck Poetry and accompanied images by London photographer Richard Byerley. He is a featured artist at www.agentofchaos.com.  His chapbook, Burnin’ Shadows, was published in 2011 by Crisis Chronicles Press.  You may contact KE at ke767@hotmail.com.

Natural selection (by Kevin Eberhardt)

Natural selection

The world’s incoherent
Everything’s all reality
That just ain’t real only
Muggin’ for the camera
Then grabbin’ the cash
Violence is the new art
& actors can’t act only
Look good when they
Get their heads lopped
Off or get bit on the neck
By a beautiful vampire
Can’t even touch music
No more comes thru a
Computer can’t recall
Any memorable tunes
Since John Martyn died
& it used to be ‘I don’t
inhale’ now it’s ‘I don’t
swallow’ & a gallon of
Gas costs as much as
A can of coffee used
To cost / screw it / I’ll
Go buy me a bottle of
Water with maybe a
Little left over for air 

Gettin’ back to this

KE

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“Natural selection” by Kevin Eberhardt used with the poet’s permission.

For more Kevin Eberhardt work, please check out his blog:
http://roundingofthestone.blogspot.com

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 at www.richardbyerley.com.

You may contact Kevin Eberhardt at ke767@hotmail.com.

Not Quite a Koan (by Kevin Eberhardt)

Not Quite a Koan

Writing a poem’s like doing

Origami bending the paper

To your will not with fingers

But w/ink fashioning a some

Thing out of a minute ago

Nothing a brief bit of time

Out of a life unaware of how

Little is left / leaving behind

More than a pool of fear

Inspired piss or violence

Inflicted blood more than

The vomit of late night’s

Revelry or the tears of a

Much dreaded diagnosis

Almost as much as a stain

On a sheet where love had

Recently lain & wallowed

In the shadow of Zen 

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“Not Quite a Koan” by Kevin Eberhardt used with the poet’s permission.

For more Kevin Eberhardt work, please check out his blog:
http://roundingofthestone.blogspot.com

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 at www.richardbyerley.com.

You may contact Kevin Eberhardt at ke767@hotmail.com.

The Tree (by Kevin Eberhardt)

The tree

No wisdom
Just luck &
Fertile soil
& the care
Of a woman
& sometimes
I cry for her
But not for

The tree

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“The Tree” by Kevin Eberhardt used with the poet’s permission.

For more Kevin Eberhardt work, please check out his blog:
http://roundingofthestone.blogspot.com

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 at www.richardbyerley.com.

You may contact Kevin Eberhardt at ke767@hotmail.com.

Radio (by Kevin Eberhardt)

Radio
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:
http://roundingofthestone.blogspot.com

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
at www.richardbyerley.com.

You may contact Kevin Eberhardt at ke767@hotmail.com.

Quake (by Kevin Eberhardt)

Quake
by Kevin Eberhardt

The world’s getting tired

& blaming it all on us the

 

Cracks in her façade like

Makeup on an old whore

 

With blood on the thighs

Of innocence & tears in

 

The eye of the storm &

Nothing left to sacrifice

 

To the violence in our

Prayers

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“Quake” by Kevin Eberhardt used with the poet’s permission.

For more Kevin Eberhardt work, please check out his blog:
http://roundingofthestone.blogspot.com

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
at www.richardbyerley.com.

You may contact Kevin Eberhardt at ke767@hotmail.com.

the least of me (by Kevin Eberhardt)

Kevin Eberhardt

the least of me:

snowflake
echo
 
sacred
whisper
 
broken
reflection
 
grain of
glass
 
scarecrow
soul
 
windswept
lightning
 
choke vine
song
 
second hand
salvage
 
crippled
stone
 
sunflower
heart

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By northern Ohio poet Kevin Eberhardt, used with permission.

For more Kevin Eberhardt work, please check out his blog:
http://roundingofthestone.blogspot.com

as well as http://agentofchaos.com/ke/index.html and
various issues of The City Poetry (www.thecitypoetry.com).

His work can also be found accompanying images by London photographer Richard Byerley
at www.richardbyerley.com.

You may contact Kevin Eberhardt at ke767@hotmail.com.

Frost sighed (by Kevin Eberhardt)

Kevin Eberhardt

Frost sighed

Walking home late one night
Took a shortcut thru the wood
Saw an old man sitting on a
Tree stump starin’ straight at
Me ‘til I got close enough & he
Turned away revealing a hole
Like a window in the side of
His head admitting me into
His myth of life as an ancient
Vision of the world of an old
Woman rockin’ in her chair
Forming words w/out meaning
& yet I understood & I noticed
I was crying & I noticed I was
Alone walking home late one
Night my breath collected
Forming galaxies of
Understanding

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By northern Ohio poet Kevin Eberhardt, used with permission.

For more Kevin Eberhardt work, please check out his blog:
http://roundingofthestone.blogspot.com

as well as http://agentofchaos.com/ke/index.html and
various issues of The City Poetry (www.thecitypoetry.com).

His work can also be found accompanying images by London photographer Richard Byerley
at www.richardbyerley.com.

You may contact Kevin Eberhardt at ke767@hotmail.com.

Not yet dead (by Kevin Eberhardt)

Kevin Eberhardt

Not yet dead

So much still excites me
The hint of a breast with 

Holding breath the sound
Of pleasure cupped in  

Nervous hand the touch
Of an autumn wind on a  

Summer cheek the blush
Of embarrassed longing

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By northern Ohio poet Kevin Eberhardt, used with permission.

For more Kevin Eberhardt work, please check out his blog:
http://roundingofthestone.blogspot.com

as well as http://agentofchaos.com/ke/index.html and
various issues of The City Poetry (www.thecitypoetry.com).

His work can also be found accompanying images by London photographer Richard Byerley
at www.richardbyerley.com.

You may contact Kevin Eberhardt at ke767@hotmail.com.