STUCK IN SPACE

I'm skating a stiff legged walk on a slippery floor,
Being taken for a ride, tucked tight, in  a fixed revolving door.

See my, mesh mash mask, form to get by?
Big brown holes, for eyes,  misshapen mouth asks why?

There are no rules written on the walls, nothing to guide,
Only infinite circles, its a predestined, ride.
Events outside the gleam of glass, seem disjointed, out of order,
What, or who, can explain, this warped state, of disorder?

Above my head, I hear a soft sigh, then a hiss,
I start to cry and laugh, until I begin to fit,
under its spell, hysterical from the sly laughing gas,
I spin, my own noose, tie myself in knots, prepare to crash.


Tushie   1974