Tilt-a-whirl
i stand amid strangerspressed two-dimensional
against the cylinder,
beauty and answers
dance before me
i strain
and scream
and sweat
as i reach out
inertia’s my chains
but i will break free
laws are made
to be broken
darkness settles
warm and damp
casually revealing
your face changes
into thousands of forms
and colors
like a kaleidoscope
still you can’t fool me
i taste your perfume
and smell your desire
we won’t spin forever
so tease if you please
Orlando, Florida '84