There's An Ingrained Panic Poem by Jim Boone

In living outside the box
Going against the norm
Trying everything
At least once.

The senses are a-spinnin while
The non-senses are too willing
To take it to the depths of humanness
With Spirit rising and trying to spark a notion
To get a point across without being obvi0us.

Being Gay and OUT, still makes me want to shout
After 74 years of give/give, take/take: “Hello! ”
“Do I matter? ! ” “Does anyone care? ”
There’s a little Jimmy craning his cherubic head
To see if I get an answer this time, and a James
Holding his hand over my one good ear
To maintain, what ‘he’ believes is in ‘his’ control.

“Gotta move, got to get out” has been my battle cry
From birth to then, now and now what? And the
Places have cha/cha/changed like box cars
On a freight train with an undisclosed destination.

I keep floating these notes and hoping someone
Whose artistic work I admire will find one
And ask for more; will have their imagination
Sparked and clothe my life in relevancy.

Yeah, I will take this one to the next
Meeting I have with Dr. Freud.