Turn Styles

Turnstyles
I'm caught in
I'm brought in
You go through
Your wide hips too

Turnstyles
Smack my spine
Eat my dime
Whirl me round
Slow me down

Turnstyles
Parting hands
As the box demands
Subway tokens
Sentence broken

Turnstyles
Spikes that grasp
Doors that clasp
Lead me near
To you my dear

Turnstyles
Send me home
Body alone
Lead me out
Hide my pout

Turnstyles
Upon this hook
I Catch a look
As I go past
It is my last

Turnstyles
Lead up to a pause
End stop: death
You are the cause
Finally I can take a breath.