Harry Atkinson

Vicious Cycle

A whole week 

In one day

Just one day

Some day

This Sunday

 

Often I wish

For five of the seven

Instead of two

Merely breaking the surface

 

Come closer

Get closer

Maybe a little closer

Almost

In arms reach

Tickling the fingertips 

Of those who desire

 

Whichever exit

Of this roundabout I choose

Will make my worn tyres worth it.