The True Story of a One-Eyed Kid

A doctor saved his eye then he took it away by hiding it from the boy’s face. His hands were puppy dog tails wagging blindly. He played a game of Scrabble with a Brail alphabet as his only guide He would enter a schoolroom through a hole in his mind, peering curiously into a strange fishbowl world. He was a one-eyed peeper, a tunnel stalker walking through a tubular world. When the patch came off reality took on the shape of a prison warden. One eye had to work hard, the other got a life-sentence reduced to time already served as the cell-mate of a cyclops.