If it’s not in it is out
What is it?
If it is out it is in
Who are they?
The lady in the library
Meets the man in the gym
After the orgy of time-tastic travelling
In the after affair of chocolate eating Lent.
This is what the cool guy meant
When he walked past the LGBT headline
Telling what is his and what is mine
Sharing the space on the supermarket floor
With the crowded till next door
And some variance for the science of journalism and what Mike Pence meant
When he spoke about negating White Supremacy
So the burden of proving responsibility and respect
Would fall on the Oval Office floor once again.
It took some time to train those dragons
And some money spent in the wrong direction of Allah
Where man spoke and Angel’s dreamed
And G_d was not a Shaman down the Native American Indian quarry.
That is not for me and where I ended up in 2013
Weed on the brain and silly men stealing my energy again,
Saying it all so for them as it for me
“You are like me” he said from Leicester at the NHS in 2013.
So that is the sexuality scene
Something wrong the poetic stream, next.
Too much of this and not enough of that
And no support from the academic prat.

AI Summary

It’s a poem about the instability of identity — the way “in” and “out,” “it” and “they,” sexuality and selfhood, public headlines and private memories all blur into one another; the speaker watches a woman in a library, a man in a gym, supermarket queues, LGBT headlines, political speeches, spiritual misdirections, and the ghosts of 2013, all while feeling the pressure of being told “you are like me” by people who don’t understand him; the poem spirals through confusion, irritation, longing, and intellectual fatigue, ending with the sense that the poetic stream itself is being disrupted by misrecognition, lack of support, and the constant demand to explain oneself in a world that keeps getting the categories wrong.