there are some eyes
there, beyond the shade
counting the hairs
on the back of my hoodie
i turn my back
to the eyes in the shade
i'm moody
this corridor keeps stretching
(A, B, C, D, ..., E...FINALLee)
the small, round, blank fisheyes
see me passing like a .MOV
old time B&W, i move fast
away from the belly of the beast
the one who takes me high and low
decorated with more
bigger, bulging, blank eyes
and a reflection of myself:
we don't see eye to eye
with each-other
so i shut close mine
tell me,
would you go up
in the belly of the beast with me
and tell me what my other self
is doing
while i'm not watching?