My mind is always spinning.
I’m a fuckin’ whirlwind.
The curved air rolls with the force and speed of the images produced within my consciousness,
Third eye, dizzy –
Hitting all corners at least twice before realizing I’ve been spinning.
A grand, rotating revolution, spinning is the problem – and spinning is the solution!
Just endless spirals, lights of the night go round and round,
Images, viral, reaching right into my retinas as I recall the square frames
as I endlessly scroll down –
A regurgitation of recent memory, trains of thought criss-cross-crashing, flying off the rails,
airplanes flying, shooting my thoughts up high while spilling out white streaks of racing-thought chemtrails
SPINNING around, my point of view’s on ballerina style, just a Whirling Dervish,
morphing, contorting – an 18th century French poem, written in cursive – a lightly used, Hello Kitty themed furnace,
a concerned Greek chorus, singing, trying to warn us – a rebellious sect of spaghetti, bobbing and weaving away from a fork –
it’s, a natural force of the mind, subliminal– it keeps [spinning] it goes so fast, unpredictable,
Mind’s eye like a set of 24-inch Sprewell rims from 2003
a wheel within a wheel, a Mayan calendar of an experience
sPiNnNiNg I change channels in my head
From Tik-Tok clips to Cher’s greatest hits to random scenes from Eddie Murphy’s ‘Delirious’
I’m serious, just kaleido-scope into my third eye view, and see whatever comes to;
Mind you, at times its not intentional, the way it aligns, but,
nevertheless, I’m usually just a happy, little mess;
Rotating revolutions, all mixed with randomness,
Self-entertaining, that’s what my mind’s eye be like, fam;
If you catch me laughing to myself, no te apures I’m doing just fine!
I just paused on something funny I saw on my internal screens, and just had to hit re-wind. . .
Because, you see, my mind is always spinning.
I’m a fuckin’ whirlwind. – RSM