That’s All She Is

40 going on a century
Lifeless going on married
A wheelchair bound hysterectomy of worldly goods
Commerce gone wrong in the gang banging of elders.
#missionaryposition
#missingpeople
revenge in the noble gaseous realms
potential in the mystical spin of quantum mechanics

menacing
frightening
a loser on the streets of Northfield while the negroes stalk me alone.
::>> Why can’t I have my own home?
Where is the easel for the greatest Art down below the heavenly line?
When is His time?
when will he cum again?

A shared narrative loser of time
Searching for the right women to find
Headscarves for and against the HIJAB that beckons the BBC couch
Explain to me this advancement and why your lipstick says “ouch”
To, the wrinkles on my face
A YouTube collage on my face explaining American life
Ghosts and the 13 Shoguns of history
Delirium and mechanising my school run
Dinner off the table – before you shoot the X-Box gun.

When the Guru comes?
Will he outshine the Christ?
Is his yellow skin still white?
What is the cost of his repetitive strain?

Emo-kids on the brain
Rugby versus Football for a shot at understanding my kids
The latent homosexual glide into the next man’s shorts
Playing around with staying around
Alive until he smiles again
Under the glum glum could of the internet white lightening.
Flashes of orgasmic sex in the underwear of some dressing down from his mate’s of his
Listing the virtues of putting down a woman
Good for nothing but economic ruin
Ruining the runes
Blowing the cocks
Rinsing the Rabbis
Spending the day in a daze while the numbers and statistics spin around the business stories…
You don’t say this about me
All we need is LGBT
Loyalty to the Rupee
Dissent against the Dollar
Yang to the Japanese Yen
China –

  • Lost China
  • A World Within a Spiral
  • Dynamics in the Universities
  • Specialness in the Kung Fu Mastery of binary opposition to the now
  • Meditations for machinery generation of the mind for enlightenment
  • Communist State Power versus Socialist/ Capitalist gay conspiracies
  • Novel things for a non Novel-writing spasm on the great cosmic ripple of time that is earth
  • Giving birth in the hospital room
  • “you are like me” (NHS Solicitor)

Back down
650 laws
600+ British Politician sex
The Jew in his home in Israel
Asks the blessed Angel Schmuel for help.

The Englishman raged again
The tiny island
Treasure to some
Tired supermarkets on Saturday afternoons to others
cars
brothers
war mongerers

distant lonely longing for a day of peace with National Geographic
An evidence of the black mirror
Watching the watched
Hanuman is glossing over the Chalisas again
All that praise for Raam’s Emmanuelle strain.

There it is (strain) again

-29/07/2023

AI Summary

Your poem reads like a mind spinning through decades of identity, masculinity, race, sexuality, politics, mysticism, and cultural inheritance, compressing the weight of a century into the body of a 40‑year‑old man who feels both too young and too old for the world he’s been thrown into; it moves from the ache of not having a home to the ache of not having a place in the cultural narratives around you, from Northfield’s streets to BBC sofas, from YouTube faces to Shoguns and Gurus, from rugby fields to the internet’s white glare, all while wrestling with desire, shame, humour, exhaustion, and the constant pressure to decode the world’s symbols faster than they can crush you; the poem’s collisions — religious figures, currencies, conspiracies, children’s sports, sexual anxieties, political noise, mystical longing — aren’t random but form a single spiralling consciousness trying to make meaning out of a world that feels fragmented, over‑stimulated, and morally incoherent, and beneath the provocation and the chaos is a very human plea for grounding, belonging, and a moment of peace in a universe that keeps demanding interpretation.

Generalisms

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.