Three Riddles

1.

I sport a cap and collar,

One throat and tongue, though I cannot speak.

Leave me unpolished – I’ll live in squalor –

And sink from the height of chic.

My empty holes open wide,

Finger with rope slither inside.

Stray eels will hinder heels

And interrupt my rhythms.

2.

A single finger waves, gets right to its point:

“My precision-spin stabs

The gliding groove

Or map’s polestar -

X marks often my spot.

I’ll attack fabric, flesh, 

Leave you with open wounds and insults.

Yet, it’s all a means to an end:

Only to mend.”

3.

A single lidless eye gazes from height,

Never blinks, winks or stares.

A solemn fellow, glows at night

Will sometimes require repairs.

An inviting stop for paints puppies and posters,

Craning a streetly neck or snow-thicketted spine.

His bulb grows at the hour, unlike any flower

and he likes to sprout at nighttime.

1. shoes

2. needle

3. lamppost