a few things about my eyes I'd like to change

there is this cylinder shaft that bends around like elbows
starts an eye to watering

a cool tube of liquid salt. it parts like seaweed,
a sea's hand combs through it

the tunnels of water are tall enough to surf on
and block the view

this eye, a gelled pad. it floats in its wet socket
unplugged and circuit-free

when frightened, eyes curl up into little cats
and wind themselves tight to hollowed strings

balls like this apple I hold in the palm of my hand
which is my eye. it is small like an eye and fits into the cupped space as it should

the apple is hard and does not melt, even though I know it to be soft
and smelling sweet

the eye like a wet sort of flesh against the tongue