the globe

As I sit in the Globe, I paint

And I spin

My brush has become my point of axis

One stroke to the next

Each meaning nothing in the end

God bless this Globe

God bless the Globe that gives me pause and escape

I drink and watch them chatter

I’m home

But I am spinning so I can’t be home

I recognize the words, I recognize some tastes

But I can’t set my head straight

Chain the dog, because I am not going anywhere

At least not yet

I need to spin a while longer