Magnetic Notes from a Refrigerator (by Kevin Eberhardt & Co.)

Northern Ohio poet Kevin Eberhardt, sans Co.
Magnetic Notes from a Refrigerator
[a communal poem by KE, his friends and family]
Talk like mad fish
A hair could make her scratch boldly
Never see sleep
If in it is or is an up
Let not which feed trick us
Mischievous feet would meow wildly
Always hunted at night
Every pounce knows
Nip hisses at him
Chase special affection
How tail was so cool she asks across pillow
I ate his sweet old balls
You lick my furry little pussy cat
Of bird no sense
Here I am through pure will
Doing above with be & by
Kiss the frisky soft kitty like a warm but face
Why then use care and when
Striped heaven quiet
Though we did drink in a mouse bowl
Our litter the gift
Pray for dead mice
Soon he lived life
There have said no more
Used by permission of Kevin Eberhardt, who retains all rights.
We gratefully acknowledge Admit2 , an online magazine of collaborative writing
who originally published this work in their July 2007 issue
For more Kevin Eberhardt poetry, please check out his blog:
http://roundingofthestone.blogspot.com
as well as
http://agentofchaos.com/ke/index.html
and several 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.
Contact the poet at ke767@hotmail.com.





Cool poem! The lines "I ate his sweet old balls/You lick my furry little pussy cat" reminded me of a poem I wrote about four years ago:
NATURE LOVERS
he breathes in the warmth of
her firm pink mountains
their ripe round fruit
like full moons shining
happily he undoes his fly
and out bursts the thick long
trunk of his joy
turned on
she holds it in her hand
sweetly and slowly
making him so hot
and then goes faster
saying listen big boy
climb on
and we can come all night
(This poem was written entirely by using the Magnetic Poetry Garden Kit-- I bet they never envisioned it going in this particular direction!)
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Like children we play
Amongst the words
& succumb to our
Own invention
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