Kitty's Eyes

Cat's eye on the edge
Of a serrated memory,
Sawing at your thoughts
Like a woodman in his labor days.

Unaware...

You're losing it.
Out of control; Calm,
Collective, speechless
And you burst into laughter.

Fragile fingers criss-cross
On the rivers of your arms,
Focusing in on the beat,
As the current stays at pace.

Vacant, dusty plains
Of meaningless encounters
Plague your overbearing mind,
Clouded thoughts develop into chaos.

As you start to hear them...

Playfully they whisper,
But will you not answer?
Then they start to yell;
Why can you not answer?

Fear.


Indian Comma Bean