Praying For a Flat

The wheels in the brain and round go round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round o O and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round go round and round in the brain The wheels Honourable Mentions Worth Mentioning Poetry Contest Sponsored by Richard Lameuroux This piece, I believe, is my finest shape poem to date. However simple, with the wheel there is an implied spinning motion, the hub providing a sense of a third dimension, and together they create the impression of an exasperated face~ stuck, in the "round and round and round..." of obsessive thought patterns.