Oct 2019
AN EYE FOR AN....
And every night he
would fall asleep in
a tatty and torn
Victorian armchair
a terrible monstrosity
his left eye
in his right hand
losing his grip on it
when he began to snore
so that that eye
with a clunk fell
rolling under
the out-of-tune piano
beside the forever sleeping cat
who accepted as a nightly fact
that maybe all humans
do that
and so the eye
saw the dawn
tip-toeing in
the French windows
as the cat woke up to go
asleep again
giving the eye
a cursory lick.
Godfrey falling
on his knees
screaming to nobody:
"Where's my blasted eye!"
The cat yawning.
And every night he
would fall asleep in
a tatty and torn
Victorian armchair
a terrible monstrosity
his left eye
in his right hand
losing his grip on it
when he began to snore
so that that eye
with a clunk fell
rolling under
the out-of-tune piano
beside the forever sleeping cat
who accepted as a nightly fact
that maybe all humans
do that
and so the eye
saw the dawn
tip-toeing in
the French windows
as the cat woke up to go
asleep again
giving the eye
a cursory lick.
Godfrey falling
on his knees
screaming to nobody:
"Where's my blasted eye!"
The cat yawning.
A day in the life of a glass eye.
Godfrey who used to say "Call me God!" used to put his glass eye into someone's pint and also say "Yer not gonna drink that are ya?" Then he would drink it eye and all and then pop the eye out of his mouth! When he was procrastinating and we would miss our train and one tried to hurry him up....he would yell "I'm coming...I'm ****** well coming!" and down the stairs would come the eye by itself...step by step.
Godfrey who used to say "Call me God!" used to put his glass eye into someone's pint and also say "Yer not gonna drink that are ya?" Then he would drink it eye and all and then pop the eye out of his mouth! When he was procrastinating and we would miss our train and one tried to hurry him up....he would yell "I'm coming...I'm ****** well coming!" and down the stairs would come the eye by itself...step by step.
