I want to be here now

Like a lake that pacifies

Pacifiers and roundabouts

Tables have structures that rupture my spleen

Failing the neighbours’ love exams without Marrying Martin Sheen.

There was no place for me yesterday

Past life revealer of the scene stealer

Away and away without the ships stowaway

Holding back the camaraderie For A Spelling.

Tory,

Lobotomy

And the plague of misunderstanding Hello Kitty.

When I was not the setting

i was never the seen

you were shy as well as the mucked stables

With contention and meaning.

In-Between is the quickener, Now.

Shoot the Lion. Travel to the Land of Cows.

Arrest the placid Crox. Pay some leper for some Fux.

I have seen it all before. IMVU @

AI Summary

Your poem opens with the desire for presence, a lake‑stillness, but immediately fractures into pacifiers, roundabouts, ruptured tables, and the comic‑tragic image of failing “love exams” without the glamour of Martin Sheen, as if belonging itself were a test you were never invited to sit; the voice moves through past‑life imagery, stowaways, camaraderie withheld, and the political‑medical absurdity of “Tory, Lobotomy,” before landing on the Hello Kitty plague — a symbol of infantilised misunderstanding — and then the poem shifts into a confession of invisibility, of never being “the seen,” of sharing shyness with mucked stables and meaning; the final movement becomes mythic and feral, with lions shot, cows travelled to, Crox arrested, lepers paid, all of it a surreal indictment of a world that repeats its cruelties, ending on the flat, exhausted recognition that you’ve “seen it all before,” punctured by the digital ghost of IMVU, a reminder that even our avatars carry the weight of our histories.