Spin Poem by Wendy Videlock

Spin



I've a friend in possession of
a philosophic spin;
if should I speak of art,
theology,
the universe,
or whim,

he thinks I speak of him.

This enduring tic, indicative
of universal spins,
theology, art
and whim,
nonetheless
makes

conversation grim.

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