GUN MOLLS
You can love those sweet young things,
their dimpled chins and fluttering wings.
I want a dame who can handle a gun
and laughs when the trouble bell rings.
She’ll stick by her man ’til the crime is done.
Help him plan jobs; polish his Tommy gun.
She knows each scam; doesn’t fear any cop.
Her life is full of excitement and fun.
She’ll return fire when the bullets pop,
soul mate for man on his way to the top.
She believes her lover’s no common crook.
Oh, molls love their work; their crimes never stop.
For a moll has a code, though it’s not in a book,
She knows when to smile, when not to look;
She’ll kiss her man bye, then pocket his roll,
and leave him before a judge throws the book.
Spare me the ingénue playing a role.
I want a girl who’ll split money we stole.
Hard like diamond, my moll’s colder than ice.
With her, my crime life feels like paradise.
Peter's YouTube reading of "Gun Molls":
Peter confesses: I memorized Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” in fifth grade. I knew I may never write a poem that great, but I realized recently that I could write one with the same format. I thought about film noir, and this poem just seemed to write itself.
PETER M. GORDON is an award-winning poet with over 200 poems published in various journals. He's authored three collections, and is a founder and past President of Orlando Area Poets, a chapter of the Florida State Poets Association. Peter has taught workshops on writing and publishing poetry in several Florida cities. He teaches in Full Sail University's Film Production MFA program.
The Five-Two
Crime poetry weekly
Monday, October 26, 2026
Monday, October 19, 2026
David Anson Lee
SKIN IN THE GAME
The captains inspected every life jacket
with the tenderness of people
who will never need them.
They tightened straps, issued forms,
circulated safety memoranda
written in calm ink.
Their own jackets remained locked
behind glass doors
in offices with carpet thick enough
to muffle consequence.
From the bridge, the sea was theoretical:
a diagram of possibility,
a risk-adjusted horizon.
Passengers attended seminars
on resilience, preparedness, personal responsibility.
Some learned to float.
Some learned to disappear quietly.
Some learned the mathematics of blame.
When the storm arrived,
it arrived without consultation.
The captains stayed dry
long enough to explain
that water behaves unpredictably
when observed from above.
Gerald So's YouTube reading of "Skin in the Game"
David confesses: "This poem examines asymmetries of risk and accountability in institutional decision-making, where consequences are often borne by those least able to influence outcomes. It asks what it means when exposure to harm is unevenly distributed."
David Anson Lee is a retired ophthalmologist, educator, and poet born on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota. A former endowed chair and professor of ophthalmology, his poems explore medicine, ethics, identity, history, and the hidden costs of institutional life. His work has appeared in numerous literary journals and anthologies.
The captains inspected every life jacket
with the tenderness of people
who will never need them.
They tightened straps, issued forms,
circulated safety memoranda
written in calm ink.
Their own jackets remained locked
behind glass doors
in offices with carpet thick enough
to muffle consequence.
From the bridge, the sea was theoretical:
a diagram of possibility,
a risk-adjusted horizon.
Passengers attended seminars
on resilience, preparedness, personal responsibility.
Some learned to float.
Some learned to disappear quietly.
Some learned the mathematics of blame.
When the storm arrived,
it arrived without consultation.
The captains stayed dry
long enough to explain
that water behaves unpredictably
when observed from above.
Gerald So's YouTube reading of "Skin in the Game"
David confesses: "This poem examines asymmetries of risk and accountability in institutional decision-making, where consequences are often borne by those least able to influence outcomes. It asks what it means when exposure to harm is unevenly distributed."
David Anson Lee is a retired ophthalmologist, educator, and poet born on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota. A former endowed chair and professor of ophthalmology, his poems explore medicine, ethics, identity, history, and the hidden costs of institutional life. His work has appeared in numerous literary journals and anthologies.
Thursday, October 15, 2026
This is Probably the End
Blogger is updating its content policy effective December 16, 2026. Updates include prohibition of criminal acts and, while I don't think poetry about crime equals crime, The Five-Two's goal is to look unflinchingly at crime. The only way to do that is to mention crime fairly directly, maybe too directly for a Blogger blog.
Blogger allows artistic and entertainment portrayals, but what distinguishes crime poetry is its reality. I aimed to show crime as it is, what it genuinely brings out of poets, not to desensitize anyone by making it more entertaining, more palatable fiction.
As editor, I tried to keep the poetry non-graphic, but Blogger's content reviewers may disagree with where I draw the line. In fourteen years, I've received one notice of a post being put behind a senstive content warning, but I was unable to determine which post. I don't want to run into this problem with future posts.
I'm not seeking a more permissive platform. I've had my editorial say on all manner of crimes, and I don't feel the need to continue for my own gratification. That's why Blogger's policy change may be the best time to end.
Thanks to everyone who's contributed to the site in any way. I need to accept five new submissions to make it to Monday, December 14. Send 'em. Let's go out with a bang.
Blogger allows artistic and entertainment portrayals, but what distinguishes crime poetry is its reality. I aimed to show crime as it is, what it genuinely brings out of poets, not to desensitize anyone by making it more entertaining, more palatable fiction.
As editor, I tried to keep the poetry non-graphic, but Blogger's content reviewers may disagree with where I draw the line. In fourteen years, I've received one notice of a post being put behind a senstive content warning, but I was unable to determine which post. I don't want to run into this problem with future posts.
I'm not seeking a more permissive platform. I've had my editorial say on all manner of crimes, and I don't feel the need to continue for my own gratification. That's why Blogger's policy change may be the best time to end.
Thanks to everyone who's contributed to the site in any way. I need to accept five new submissions to make it to Monday, December 14. Send 'em. Let's go out with a bang.
Monday, October 12, 2026
Tonia Kalouria
SOME EASY MISDEMEANOR IDEAS FOR THE CRIMINALLY-CHALLENGED
(Just be sure you are in the designated states)
In Alabama, drive blindfolded: It’s illegal.
Perhaps they fear you’ll hit a lonely, lost, Bald Eagle.
In Arizona...Put your donkey in the bathtub,
and leave it long enough to fall asleep.
...I’m guessing that it also is illegal,
with cat, dog, bird, giraffe or even cows and sheep.
In California...Just Whistle-up that lost canary
before the dewy, legal, hour of seven.
Don’t wait to blow your legal lungs out later:-
say, at eight, nine, ten, or even at eleven.
In Delaware...Just try to sell illegal cat or dog hair.
It makes you wonder, too, if you…might hawk illegal hare there.
In Idaho...They’re quite gung ho the roads stay clean and neat.
So, tidy up real nice then…dump the rubbish on their street.
In Indiana...You’ll be in trouble when your steed speeds over ten.
It seems they think of M.P.H. as some folks think of Zen.
In Kansas...Make your tires do that loud, ear-piercing SCREEEEETCH!
You’ll get hauled off in no time for Disturbance of the Peace!
In Louisiana...It’s Harrassment to gift a “Pizza (Pie) Surprise.”
Who knows? The shock of such goodwill might cause someone’s demise!
Gerald So reads "Some Easy Misdemeanor Ideas..."
Tonia confesses: I was truly inspired after running across an article about weird laws still on the books in many states. My Satire gene became so restless that I just had to assuage it with a good dose of humor, snark, and sarcasm.
Tonia Kalouria is a former Spanish teacher and soap actress whose poems appear at “littleoldladycomedy.com,” “poetsforscience.org.” and “Literary Veganism,” among others. Anthologies include: A Glass of Wine With Edgar, Evermore, Quoth the Raven, Yonkers, Love, V4, Striving, Poems From the Lockdown, Purr & Yowl, Nothing Ever Happens in Fox Hollow, Cosy Romance, Tails From the Bedside, and Waywords: Habits, and Classical Poets Society, Vol. X.
(Just be sure you are in the designated states)
In Alabama, drive blindfolded: It’s illegal.
Perhaps they fear you’ll hit a lonely, lost, Bald Eagle.
In Arizona...Put your donkey in the bathtub,
and leave it long enough to fall asleep.
...I’m guessing that it also is illegal,
with cat, dog, bird, giraffe or even cows and sheep.
In California...Just Whistle-up that lost canary
before the dewy, legal, hour of seven.
Don’t wait to blow your legal lungs out later:-
say, at eight, nine, ten, or even at eleven.
In Delaware...Just try to sell illegal cat or dog hair.
It makes you wonder, too, if you…might hawk illegal hare there.
In Idaho...They’re quite gung ho the roads stay clean and neat.
So, tidy up real nice then…dump the rubbish on their street.
In Indiana...You’ll be in trouble when your steed speeds over ten.
It seems they think of M.P.H. as some folks think of Zen.
In Kansas...Make your tires do that loud, ear-piercing SCREEEEETCH!
You’ll get hauled off in no time for Disturbance of the Peace!
In Louisiana...It’s Harrassment to gift a “Pizza (Pie) Surprise.”
Who knows? The shock of such goodwill might cause someone’s demise!
Gerald So reads "Some Easy Misdemeanor Ideas..."
Tonia confesses: I was truly inspired after running across an article about weird laws still on the books in many states. My Satire gene became so restless that I just had to assuage it with a good dose of humor, snark, and sarcasm.
Tonia Kalouria is a former Spanish teacher and soap actress whose poems appear at “littleoldladycomedy.com,” “poetsforscience.org.” and “Literary Veganism,” among others. Anthologies include: A Glass of Wine With Edgar, Evermore, Quoth the Raven, Yonkers, Love, V4, Striving, Poems From the Lockdown, Purr & Yowl, Nothing Ever Happens in Fox Hollow, Cosy Romance, Tails From the Bedside, and Waywords: Habits, and Classical Poets Society, Vol. X.
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