Bob and Alex Eichen
Bob and Alex Eichen Poems
|81.||The Banner Knight Ii The Knight And The Devil||6/11/2007|
|82.||The Hardest Trigger I Never Pulled||9/29/2008|
|84.||I Remember Well The River Lethe||6/13/2007|
|85.||An Ode To Bacon||1/31/2008|
Comments about Bob and Alex Eichen
I'd appreciate the angel more
If she'd stolen the memory with the man.
I can just see-
No distant glares at our places;
The pallisades and tennis courts,
The road at 3 AM.
No blood drawn lip at pictures,
No pounding on the mirror.
A shadow space of air at every anger...
A look-away at every laugh...
In place of memory, a sunlit lake-
A time I stood in thought...
With no idea of what was lost forever.
(This poem was written by Alexander Eichen)
Owed To E. A. Poe
Oh the red, red red, red
It only hurts when I laugh.
I try not to laugh.
It hurts when I move my arms.
I try not to move.
It hurts when I move my legs.
I try harder not to move.
It hurts when I breathe.
I try not to breathe. Oh, but I must breathe!