Best Dead Eye Poems

...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 took aim at a shadow near the door,
"Hold it right ther......

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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 ever watchful 
in the telephone kiosk bathed in smel......

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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 beggar

The sidewalk shops like a col......

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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, it's gone.
Love demands caring, ......

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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 US mail,
Annie Oakley, with de......

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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
 had a head on and was alive. I filled water in a glass jar p......

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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 his well knowd name

but now they kin jist call em holey

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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 evi......

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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 death.
My broth......

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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 naught burial at sea
—......

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...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 carpet.
Embroidery of native......

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...Palindrome Limerick:

High "Noon"

A gun duel set for high "noon"
A noisy crowd gathers round soon
See Dead-"Eye" "level" his gun
Against the quick, evil "Nun"
Then the "pop" gun went, Ka-boo......

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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 you’ve heard that I found you dead by my front door. 

No more chirping, ......

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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 based from his neon lit blue ears
He ......

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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 strong......

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