Little circles
turning round my head
like wheels spinning
like a line reread
clicking and clacking
ticking and tocking
overwhelming
yet comforting
a race never-ending
a space never filling
circle, circle, circle
dizzying in its
repetition
like a roundabout
hold on tight
or let gravity
have its part
turn, turn, turn
painted smiles
spiral down my face
laughter
hidden in that disgrace
STOP
and no more circles
just straight lines
give me a push
I’ll take the spin
a line is just a line
but a circle leaves a grin.