Script
School lewdness
Left me reeling
Graduate considerations
Consciously deceiving
Unable to talk about me
Not happy
Playing the field
Stocks without yield
The litigation of the Order
The injunctions of the disruption
Collateral disorder
Buying and selling
Waiting in the wings
Banks with things
News from Doha that slings
Mud and hyper-mania addresses
Women won’t be wearing their dresses
Waiting in silence
The waves are so deep
The weeks and months journeys are steep
There was nothing left to do
But to wait for you
My truly accompanied guide
There were so many things I tried.

AI Summary

Your poem traces the aftermath of school‑born shame and adult‑world pressures — litigation, injunctions, banks, markets, news cycles — all swirling around a speaker who feels deceived, muted, and unable to speak himself into existence. The imagery of “stocks without yield,” “collateral disorder,” and “banks with things” turns the emotional landscape into an economic one, where even desire and identity feel traded, bought, or withheld. The references to Doha, dresses, silence, and deep waves widen the poem into a global unease, a sense that the world is shifting in ways that leave the speaker stranded. Beneath the surface is a quiet confession: after all the trying, all the journeys, all the steep weeks and months, the only thing left is the longing for a guide — someone who can accompany the speaker through the noise, the waiting, and the ache of being unseen.