If my eye

If my eye could eat
It would eat a hole in this fit dusk
crunch fibres annhilate them and spit the whole husks

My eye eats
No shame no timidity
My eye full of itself the extroverted humidity

My eye dares to chomp
Intentions toward loitering hooliganing
and the all enticing romp

My eye has an apetite
Getting fat in summer
and glummer in the cold winter numbness

My eyes dart and catch curves
After my just deserts
What the bee makes after the birds