Gentlemen

I walk in to every room
with my eyes clasped
tightly shut.
In silence I listen to the
cluttered noises in the room.
I see the images of mine mind
whirl about me in
vibrant streaks.
I open my eyes
and live only with
my images.
Yes, I sometimes stop
and smell the roses
but I seem only to appreciate
the echo of their fragrance
in the mirror of yesterday.