Dead Eyed Poems - Poems about Dead Eyed

...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 c......Read the rest...

...The best part of a hopeless war is when it begins. Under new helmets the hapless and the brave are trained to die far away from patriotic eyes. Mothers are sacrificed to blood oaths, the ......Read the rest...

...Slow flames under the blacktop, simmer-ghost rise from the sloughing road. Rubber scorches its skin shedding blackened snakes. It's a hot day, creeping turtles fill pot-holes with their ho......Read the rest...

...The electric daffodils have dimmed now Orange tulips back their guest arrival, mechanical stem's,how they glisten The arcane Robina tree is stet no leaves this spring Autumn is a long way off B......Read the rest...

...The moon was big and lit-up, so of course, some local dog was barking like crazy. I got up, it was half past the tic of time and way deeper than any sunken face. I was a little wasted; I ge......Read the rest...

...Heroes are masked, monosyllabic but super. The rat gangs obviously are bad news and apparently loose and reprehensible, most are irredeemably dead-eyed. It's on! Action demands reaction, b......Read the rest...

...Back to back we stand staring into the future. The moon loves us for it is dead-eyed and alone. Long or brief all days dwindle, while nights row us back over that vast seas we arrived from. Fac......Read the rest...

...Faults draw their battle lines, fingers point to all and nowhere, the powerful seize their dishonest moments. America still has its lights on but those lights are dead-eyed, they stare like th......Read the rest...

...Snow sprays off crow wings. Flurries drift like torn lace curtains over the blacktop. The porch rocking chair is draped like a madhouse ghost. Nobody is going anywhere, the side-roads are ge......Read the rest...

...Up in the above roof gardens pluck air out of thoughts. Changelings run between brick walls one is dead-eyed and evermore shall not see yet it grows itself upon a dendritic tree to hear what th......Read the rest...

...Daylight Saving time again. I guess we have never had to make egg sandwiches, at 7a.m. deep in the dead-eyed dark of night, then run out of must have mayo, drive to the edge of a pale-faced lig......Read the rest...

...The blacktop is uncovered, yet the road has a moving face. Wind-drifts sketch fleet features then sweeps them away. Lawns and fields are snow encased every blade an icy spear; much is buried,......Read the rest...

...People are duck-walking, The ice has stuck, only the sky just above my top lip is melting. I move forward by counting the parked cars on this side of the morning. A bundled-up woman I knew......Read the rest...

...The longer you live the smaller your circle is. Remember those family gatherings when you were in the mix now your pushed to the periphery invisible The young could care less about old people a......Read the rest...

...There are five likely females (not counting the barmaid), plus a few calculating men. There are others, dead-eyed drinkers and such, who don’t count. Time to figure odds. T......Read the rest...