An Eye

An eye

an eye an eye.

Cats eye, oh, at seven.

Lost

lost and found.

Found.

You stare at me

with that shift from left to right.

Was that right?

Did I do this right?

This in my womb

my catacomb.

This cats eye watches me.

These cats eyes.

Your cats eyes.

Right to left.

You left.

And all I know,

is that I don’t know.

And that’s a song I heard

past seven.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.