Long 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...

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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 smells of...

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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, 
Demands nourishment,
The constant attention of 5minus4...

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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 tugged at some...

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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 exchanging without a receipt 
chalks-up a storm of dead-eye mis-fortune...

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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 cold surround
Hot action, big ole'...

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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 was alive.
I put the live one in a glass jar;...

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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 dead eye aim,
shooting lint specks off...

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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...

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Evidenced
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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 brother died in a car wreck.
We used to fight...

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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 better in the long run.
But entropy knows better than the...

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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...

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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
life. Mulish winds sweep

lands...violence loved,
admired. A milled earth
is...

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