the murder of an eyeball and freaky things like italian cheese

poetry

people put eyeballs in the middle of
a hand – evil eye they say will get you

i’d be much more afraid of an evil
chainsaw or perhaps an axe of sorts

run i would from an evil sasquatch carrying
a crossbow and chewing some copenhagen

even a statue of him would strike a healthy
amount of fear into the naughtiest of small

children. but an eye of evil seems a
haunting tale made up by a child of

only five years. choose your fears wisely
because an eye in a hand is a problem if

the hand closes, or the eye itches or i take
my spear and stab the eyeball out of the hand

leaving it limping on the floor like something
dead from a sad movie about a family named

adams.

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