The Collected Works of Alex Finkelstein and Clifton Boyd

Alright adoring fans! Today we are going to have our second photo post. I’ll post a photo and you post a poem about the picture, and, if you’re lucky enough to win, your poem will be posted on our blog for all eternity. Eternal glory belongs to the person that wins this conest!

-Alex & Clifton      

I hobbled over to the kitchen to grab a drink. My wife was sitting there weeping. “It’ll be alright” I said, over and over. She looked up into my eyes, and I could barely stand to see the tears in hers. “What is it?” I asked, after she had calmed down a bit.. “You’re just not the same Ted I knew.”
          “Of course I am, just minus a part or two.” And I tried to feign a giggle. She looked down. “No, Ted, You’re just not the same. After the explosion, it’s like you lost a part of your personality after you lost your leg…”
Eighteen Weeks, Two Days
The sun shined bright into my eyes, and I was baking in all this gear. Willis was squishing me in a bit too close for comfort, and I could feel his breath on my cheek. “Um, Willis, good buddy. Can you please move your huge self, so I can have a little personal room?” I said to him calmly. “Whatever you say Sergeant,” he said in his booming voice.
          A crackling voice came over the radio. “Joker, you there?” it said, interrupted by radio static. “Yeah, it’s me, Gold Leader.”
          “Dangit! How many times do I have to tell you!? It’s ‘Firesnake!’ My codename is Firesnake!”
          “Whatever, Gold Leader. What’s up?”
“Well, it seems that we have a fleet of Iraqi insurgents heading your way fast. They’re almost to point 1491, where you’re stationed.”
“Umm,” I said worriedly “I thought you said 1381.”
          “Hold on a sec, lemme check the map to see where you are,” he said quickly “Oh, crap. According to our latest news, you guys are right where a sniper is. Don’t move.” Too late.  “No sniper is too much for me,” Henson yelled, and with that, ran out with a machine gun, shooting every possible sniper outlook. “Get back here! You’re going to get –” Me and my now nine man squad watched in horror as Henson was pierced through the torso with a bullet. He fell to the ground and screamed. Blood gushed out of him, turning the dust around him into thick red mud.
          “We have to go get him!” Jelmar yelled and ran out from behind the crumbling stone wall. “You people just don’t get it.” I mumbled to myself. I looked out, and Jelmar was running toward the body furiously. Suddenly, a shot rang out, and I looked away, afraid to see what had happened to Jelmar. He was standing there triumphantly, a smoking gun in his hand. “What the…” I said. “I GOT ‘EM!” Jelmar yelled loudly. “You son of a dog!” I yelled, proud that he was in my squad. I turned around to congratulate him. I ran to him, and hugged him tightly.
Eighteen Weeks, Three Days
I woke up, our commanding officer yelling “C’mon ladies, Rise n’ Shine! Time for a new day!” But no one responded. “There are women in bikinis outside waiting for you!” and at that, everybody’s eyes sprung open, as if they were spring loaded. “That’s the spirit, ladies! Now, lets get ready to rumble!” and with that last word, everybody let out a war cry, and put on their game face.
I was in the armory, putting on all my gear, when Jefferson, our top machine gunner, walked up to me. “Hey Ted!” he yelled. I turned around to see him standing behind me. “Watch out for mines today. I heard a real nasty sound, sounded like a tank planting ‘em.”
          “Thanks for the heads-up, Jefferson.”
“No Problem.”
Me and my squad walked out and looked at our hummer. “Good lord!” I said in a British accent “Is this a limited edition 2003 army style hummer? Well, I must have it. twenty million, give or take.” That made them all laugh. I hopped into the driver set and we were off.
We were all cracking jokes and nobody was paying attention to the road. I glanced to the corner of the road and saw a small lump. A rock maybe, but it was too flat. Then I realized what it was, but by then, my tire was inches away from it, and there was nowhere I could go.
I woke up in a hospital bed, my squadron surrounding me. “Hey guys.” I said, a raspy tone underneath my voice. “Ted, You saved our lives.” Said Willis “when you saw the mine, you turned just enough for the driver compartment-you-to take the full impact of the blast.” I closed my eyes. I wiggled my fingers and my toes. Wait, something didn’t feel right. I looked down. A bandage was wrapped around my leg, or at least where it used to be. My head fell apart. “Well, that’s a twenty million dollar investment you just blew up.” Jelmar said in a British accent. I laughed, and used my intercom, to tell the nurse to bring me more water. “Tally ho! Who’s up for a game of croquet?” I said. They laughed, and some of the dust off Willis’s outfit fell onto my sheets. “Eww.” I said.
 

Nope…

OMG guys! for my weekend project, i may just pick my ass up out of bed and finish my short story, ”dog”! (maybe)

I see you every day

maybe every other day

I don’t keep track

I am too distracted

By your radiant beauty

Maybe tomorrow, I’ll say “Hi!”

Or work up the nerve

To sit at the end of your lunch table

And dare to move a couple seats closer

and have a conversation

about art club

or about how I hate queen

Maybe you’ll accept me

once I tell the truth

But that is doubtful

as you will

Reject Me