never been fond of
revolving doors
dizzying circles
of disorientation
where in meets out
simultaneously
and one must guestimate
when to enter the spin
in perfect-timed step
keep the pace just right
watch out for the rush
of another person
coming the opposite way
keep in slotted sequence
one person per quarter
pushing the turnstile
slave ponies at the fair
if youre not careful
a wall of rotating glass
slaps you in the face
and knocks you to your exit
the single unit of mechanism
hinged on a simpler principle
and traffic flow
more hospitable for me
if people were meant to be twirled about
like whirling dervishes
we'd all be tops