Eyes

Eyes

I have two smallish hazel eyes.
They are not extraordinary in every way except...
They cannot lie.
HOW I DESPISE THEM!

They leak, when I need them waterproof,
Glare when I need them gentle,
Roll into their skull when I need them alert.

They breathe fire.
Smoldering for hours as I lay in bed,
Thwarting my every effort to make them behave.

They give me away at every opportunity.
Forcing my head down to pray to the sidewalk gods,
conversing with the cracks of my mind.

They seek out their fellows.
clamping onto visages,
searching for the kindred soul.
grasping, reaching , longing,
belching out romance at the top of their lungs.

Oedipus I do not pity you,
But rather long for cool pools of darkness
that leave you lost to the terrors of the night,
as you sink softly down beyond the reach of the savage eye.