O C D Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

Where all is in place...perfectly-
with everything else that surrounds it.
Symmetrical, in every direction,
by every dimension, yet, NOT-
to the Obsessive Eye
and the mercurial mind
compulsively disordered,
geared for, in fear of perfection,
like Hughes and Jackson in air, on stage.

Peripheral observations in deja-vu,
as it's all and again non sequitur
to the Mind and disturbed human eye,
for no one could possibly gauge
lengths, widths or heights perfection!
tape measure is all that be needed,
as tape measures have no need to deceive;
Yet, what if the tape is not accurate,
in the mind of obsessive rationale?
Repetition, repetition, exhausting and then-
on it goes, on it goes, time and again;
but NOT-to the Obsessive Eye
of the compulsive disordered;






Written, July 25th,2018 At 9: 35PM from
somewhere in New York...

_ Revised & Posted _
___July 25th,2019___
at 2am from an ancient
Indian Island better re-
ferred to now as a mega
techno-logic Metropolis
complete with Strawberry
Fields, Nations United,
Empires Tall & Bridges
that pathway through five
kicking Burroughs that
comprise and fuel
a City that never sleeps.
Frank James Ryan Jr