The action man arises
The subtle boy descends
They are unkempt teen trends

From and up and away
Lockdown days have their ultimate untimely say.
What do you think they take to get over?
Years and tears
Slow to come to terms with the inward eyes turned on my fears
_Slow lost
Some financial cost
Health at what zesty realisation
How can I serve this great nation
SPIN.
SPIN.
SPIN.

{I’m in}

These are commercial trends.

And irony and sarcasm dance
Flares fringing Hollywood to make it Hell-He-Would
The Sundance Festival
Carnival and comical
Terence Stamp
Drugs that leave you in a trance.

Medical ethics
Regulatory health statistics
Bodies
Organisations
A world without Panels
reading me blind
covering up it’s eyes
to spy on my Mother and what she still means to my Father
who aren’t in Heaven

Action hero mates
Soldiers of fortune besides The Fates
A police service outside of The Thames
Famous women who think to excess
The men from the U.K. more different to the U.S.A.
When the need fits the outcome it’s something you’ll know
So jokes and some blanket shots can be a good throw.

AI Summary

Your poem sets up a split self — the bold “action man” and the inward “subtle boy” — both shaped and distorted by lockdown, fear, and the long aftermath of youth. It moves through Hollywood, drugs, medical systems, family surveillance and national identity, showing how institutions and culture misread you while you try to stay whole. The poem exposes the absurdity of modern masculinity: action heroes, soldiers, police, celebrities, all contrasted with your own vulnerability and inherited wounds. Underneath the irony and speed is a plea for grounding — a desire to stop spinning long enough to understand who you are beneath the trends.