“For a few years, I managed to eke out
       a meagre living as The Human Yo-Yo.”
But I tired of the unnatural activity,

arms folded, legs tucked, head bent,
      going toward the sod like a Duncan Imperial
(those expensive blockheads.) Once oriented,

you cannot imagine the effort to reverse direction,
      rotating still, sometimes fighting
nausea, straining to rewind, to rewend

my way back. My act was revolutionary,
      but it made my head spin. And he who sent me
reeling took glee in casting me out faster