cyclops

it's time to throw this dog a bone
in a rush of pure testosterone &
all emotions quick to flare
his name is famous everywhere
slightly shallow on reflection
he ain't got no depth perception
he's a warrior beneath the cloth
& he just can't take that helmet off

he says "I've got my eye on you
I've got my eye on you
you know this to be true
I've got my only, lonely eye on you"

the images that find him wanting
dreams he'll spend a lifetime haunting
fantasies on which they play
turn toxic in the light of day
enlightenment has never beckoned
no third eye without the second
& still he cannot see beyond
this puddle seems to be a pond