i am spinning like
a hot pink aster windmill
in an arrangement just for you
i certainly don't know why this has happen
but it has and i roll on, writing another poem
that seems to have it's own rhythm
like a strobelight pulse on your dance floor
i am spinning like
an arching ping pong ball
as it bounces and kicks left
and i kick left to let you know
i enjoy the pleasure of your company