Best Dead Eye Poems

Obliging black arms, 
crooked fingers cut freezing 
as they reach for winter 

greys, blues of sky- 
The trees are framed within
her eyes green as last

Summer's...

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I hope worms devour me, cross my heart and let it be that my coffin lid lies loose. 

Lovely little bird, I don’t know if...

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As morning glowed pale light over the town of Soup Creek,
Jenna woke with a start when she heard a floorboard squeak.
She raised her gun and...

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I embrace the nocturnal shade 
coiled beneath tangerine lamplight 
on the corner of the street 
in case a certain little lady walks by. 
I am...

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Ah, faith! Golly gosh, life in the city!
Hustle and bustle n' a big metro wander
Exhaustion, life, anger and pretty gritty
Misty, grimy lights loudly grab a...

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Riding the quarter slot pony
at Woolworth’s five & dime
Would send this half pint cowgirl
back to another time

I was Calamity Jane riding hell bent
to bring the...

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A Little fish

I opened a tin of sardines in olive oil for my evening meal. 
Headless and nicely packed they were except for one that
...

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here be layin mean en evil tombstone jack
they done shot em six times in the back
they was afeard of his dead eye aim
that gived jack...

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customer service is not an alluring activity 
a dissatisfied customer is like Chucky 
their disguise is sweet 
until they speak, it's evil energy 
returning or...

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Love is overrated 
Misunderstood, miscalculated.
It is the morning mist,
A dew rested on the grass.
In the warmth, it ceases to exist.
with the heat of the sun,...

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The Church Parsonage on Church Street the old Methodist Church where eye 
used to go to church it Burned down.
My mother died a horrible murder...

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attracted to her fingers
and slippery as an eel
its one dead eye stares at her
— the silver dollar

lonely child spoons dirt over
the sandwich bag zippered shut
there’s...

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Wonky is nature's norm!
Our obsession with straightness,
conceived in arrogant innocent bliss,
kowtows to a belief
that adroit straightness
following straight lines,
somehow makes things stronger, smarter,
more eye-pleasing and ever...

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A Brisling (King Oscar sardines)

I opened a tin of sardines in olive oil for supper
Headless and nicely packed, except for one
that had a head and...

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A perfect triangle
As he stood in the shadow
Of the dead eye windows of his home
His face alway up
Stars or cries of cloud
his theatre
The sounds that...

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