Spontaneity

I’m a whirling
Windmill
Full of
Cinnamon and knives
I’m a
Absentminded
Hurricane
Full of
Dividends of lives
Riding by
the
Kangaroo
Station
and smoldering hotels
Inciting eyes
that
Travel sideways
over
Blurring roads
Light leaks from cylindrical
Containers
Reminiscent of
iron eyelids