Unblinking Black Eye

Unblinking Black Eye

By: James Dubeau

The unblinking black eye watched me.

I thought about the size of the holes

It would put into me.

I thought about the quick death

He could grant me.

I thought about the death he brought

Upon my beloved.

I thought about the weight

Of my revolver at my side.

I thought about the days

I spent as a young man

Practicing quick draws in the mirror.

I thought about the aches

In my aging hands.

I thought about the slowness of my revolver

Which had not been fired

In many years before this day.

Half Asleep

Half Asleep
By: James Dubeau

Long
Slow
Lazy
Movements
One
After
The other
Plodding along
To
A steady
Beat
Only
A half-step
In front
Of
Restful
Sleep

Plodding Herd

Plodding Herd
By: James Dubeau

Plodding herd
Slowly stumbles
Through savanna grass
No beast
Of hoof or claw
Can make it through
The massive bodies
Clogging the valleys
Meaty bodies
Shrugging off
Predator teeth
With labored huffs
As the herd
Slowly plods on

Slow

Slow
By: James Dubeau

Slow
Every move
Every action
Every thought
Is slow
Plodding along
Not bubbling
To the surface
Until it is too late
Much too late
For anything to be done