We are in circles
In circles we go
Too late to go back
Too soon to throw
A caw and a cluck
The feathers they fly
Amid two-buck chuck
All high in the sky
The sand and the click
The tick and the tock
The pages they stick
They roll off the dock
A crunch and a hole
A rock rolling by
Instead smoke a bowl
Let the dirt pile high
Nowhere to go
No steam and no flame
No way to say no
No time for a game
Taste the ashes and smoke
The cackle of poison
Just one hit of coke
Go ahead fake the motion
A circle, that circle
Is all that you get
Take a good look around
Now place your bet
Too late to go back
Too soon to throw
Sit back or attack
Now where will you go?
02.27.12
Find CIRCLE again on the POEMS page.
