What I’m Doing Causes Whiplash.
What Was I Doing? It Gave Me Whiplash.
When stuck inside a labyrinth, turn
what takes you over into nonsense—
one way out is via laughter. But laughter
is unpredictable and impossible to
elicit (without bias) predictably. Who
sees eye-to-eye? The vectors between
each of us always evolve and slope.
And with such shifting gradients, any
attempt at locking eyes with yours
gives my eyes spasms, causes gnarly
head[aches]trauma. So then what, be
elitist? Submit? Absolutely! Scrape
those bloody knees and elbows clean!
(I’m not quite sure if I am even joking.)
