am eye

when i close my (i)s
the mysteries
unfold around me
in one big gate-mouthed
SMILE
they are written
in a code
i have yet to
decipher
so i follow the floss
and pick up tiskets
along the way
once in a while
i reach for the wrong thing
and i get pricked
but the smell wafting toward me
pink and hypnotic
tickles my nose
and whiskers
so i sit
and huff
and scratch
i may be a slow-ride
but im not an idiot
(may be a lunatic)
am eye