The Gene for Blue Eyes

It's true you know, I can't see, oh,
I've been told about
all sorts of things,
they get pointed out, eventually
Say, snowflakes skittering on the steppes
(though that's a film)
And how Blue Bali Girl (the puppet,
she clacks her rods
to Kinks songs
if you pass too fast)
Has only got one earring.

I suppose it's helpful.
To be told these things.

One summer, I went to Sicily
A pointless duty visit (Vera, Chris and Leonardo,
that was a time, I can tell you) and
We sped through banks of dust
Lying piles of yellow lemons
With greenish, blackened nobbly bits,
Like spare toes
Or ganglions.
Ganglions.There's a word.
Words are something I can deal with.

Driving, he's in those silly Raybans, you know,
they make you look like the Space Bug,
And he turned on me, quite suddenly
his eyes were spitting
mouth stretched north and south and east

And screamed like the Vampire
I MISSED VESUVIUS!
I DROVE STRAIGHT
PAST VESUVIUS!!

I balanced my espresso, blue tiny paper cup
- but it's only a mountain
except for the boiling lava ???
- oh dear, did you mean
the one with the boiling lava?

And as the coffee sloshed over my leg
I thought,
Oops.

He stopped the car.
It shook and rattled,
Like a milk float.
Nervous.

He screamed again, a buzz saw
He wept: I HATE YOU!! You see nothing!
You are Completely Self-Obsessed!
Tell Me The Colour Of My Eyes!!

Blue, I cooed, they're blue, they're blue
(blue is the dominant gene for eyes
so added up to
an over 50%
probability).

I have never seen him since.

A pity.

So you see, I don't see,
I can't see things.
I only know they are there
if people tell me.
And by that point, too often

They're gone.