Best Dead Eyed Poems

“ANTE BELLUM”


BEIGEBest served where it can’t be seen
On Stirling Silver platters
With redruM narcotics
Delivered by sharp Blood-Red
Well-mannered talons
Strutting in sleek wet rolling tight-skirted
Long French Silk Stockinged legs all the way down to 
Lethal Six Inch stilettos -
Manolo Blahniks -
Shiny Pearls of cream glisten
Around the Chanel Milk...

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Still frames with dead eyed memories.
Magic marker’d promises;
open ended lies
that I can’t seem to forget.
No matter how far I bury this thing
inside my closet. You always find your 
way back, with a smile blooming
like a drunken rose. 
Fingers run to the edge
of our little world’s...

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The grandfather on my mother's side was a cheapskate. 
A real cheapskate.
One Christmas, he gave me a used paperback book.
Something like “Jimmy Plays Baseball.”
It was written for a 7 year old child, and I was considerably older than that.
Still had “5 cents” written in pencil...

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A fine mist of rain falls silent 
on his thin, sharp-angled face. 
He picks up the pace and tilts 
his head to the wind. He walks 
through the plundered slumber  
of crumbled poverty, abandoned, 
in human acclimation to feral 
creatures who crawl and scuff...

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This is where you opened my naked soul
The dark cold river in within the dead eyed fish
The black swans eying the lonely moon
You rise like a spear clutching a gun... my gun
The gun that burned stoned woods with the heat of my love
The gun that...

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A light mist of ethereous rain falls 
silent on his thin, sharp-angled
face. He lengthens his stride and 
leans toward the wind. He walks 
through plundered poverty; crumbled
by the weight of exodus. Abandoned
to the blood-rough nails scratching
on the concrete diasporas of multiethnic
history.

Past the playground echoes of...

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Brave hearts beat
Hidden in silent men
Boots hide exhausted feet
Yet no complaints tumble with their tears

Brave hearts beat
Chasing death on foreign soil
Targets placed on dusty streets
Hollow death parched days on end

Brave hearts beat
Dodging dead eyed schoolboys' guns
Nightmares of red defeat
Yet waking to go back again. 

V...

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The maddening click of key strokes
The shrilling of the phones
The crunch of crumbling paper balls
Slices to the bone
The dull humming of the copier
Four million paper clips
The smell of tacky wite out 
So sick of all of it
It's like sitting in a coffin
This tomb with three...

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spring melts into summer’s light
proving wrong that still despair,
chilled in winter’s heart,
has corroded to the marrow

for even poppies bloom
in broken fields and shell holes
bones blanketed in shrouds of moss
trill of larks cross no man’s land

as pollen floats out lazy over fields
fuzzed with sprouts and turned...

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I
How long have I been doing this
Throwing my time & money
Into a hole
Filling up notebooks
Mining overheard conversation
For lines
Squeezing the sponge
Of my wine soaked
Mind
Into the bucket
Of poetry
And now here we are
Gulping down the
Lead tainted water
Like Romans
Romans
Forced to eat
Wooden fruit
To amuse a mad
Emperor
Isn´t it time
To call it...

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KNOGOBBLER
For the direction of a dark star
Forever in the wind of a casted shadow
Sacred powers of ascension and will
Severed from natural designs.
Brought forth to the will of new times

New Mechanisms and masters
Great prowess of the wastelands
Gracious mother to us all
Wrenched into another machine
We are spoiled...

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Choice?
There is no choice
We just follow
We shuffle on.
If we stop
We die.

We sell ourselves to servitude
We thrive on meaningless slogans
We stock the tables of those who shatter our hopes.

We are the sad, the hollow, dead eyed
Standing in dust at the side of the road
Staring unquestioningly 
As...

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Molly II (Madeline)

Madeline helped Molly stand,
On her own,
She was too weak…

They gazed at Sara,
In pools of blood,
Lying at their feet…

SHHHHH

Speak not of me,
And do not laugh,
Cast your stare aside…

From behind the pads,
Of darkened room,
And leather jacket tight…

Molly focused all her thoughts
On days,
That lay ahead…

She nodded...

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SHADOWS

Actors on a dimly lit stage... 

SCENE 1:

dead-eyed audience
whispers behind the black curtains
plastics smiles
reluctant hands
chained feet
pouted lips ...

SCENE 2:

...  arctic hors d'oeuvre
copious food
wines, beers - pride Irish!
trivial tattles
inebriated
blank heads...

SCENE 3:

... crawl upstairs
darkness, touch and feel
snores, toss and turn, toss and turn …
cock craw
morning …
a...

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Men of affairs, scientists, gentlemen collectors,
researchers, technicians, plankton detectors.
Ladies, when permitted, provided manful help
Wading shorelines intrepidly for variegated kelp.

Be-whiskered men off charted shores 
their Science to be applied. 
From blindest depths defy stern jaws 
to reveal a great divide. 
Thus predate all faith - shift...

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