A Likely Story

[heslopian]

I see your eyes dart
down,
to the left.

I was born
infinite yesterdays ago.

You will be able to fool me
when you can catch a fly,
with chopsticks,
on your first try.

Grasshopper, grasshopper...
Your eyes are translucent.
I hardly need to sqint,
to see exactly what I'm looking for.

A bluff.

Go ahead sir.
Buy some more chips.
I'll be here all night.

I am a nocturnal shark,
and you, sir, are a sleeping tuna.

I must confess, I don't know what this poem is about. I have an idea that it's narrated by a predatory character who's about to close in on a target, but that's it. It has, however, an eloquence which I appreciate. Your lines are crisp and straightforward. I'd suggest adding more literal imagery (I feel like every image in this poem is a metaphor for something that hasn't been shared with me), or maybe just more objective narrative: explain what's literally happening, who's who etc. Critique is JMHO. Cheers for the read