The Neon Isle of Inner City

I will arise and go now, and go to the inner city,
And a large skyscraper scale, of tar and metal made;
Nine accountants will I have there, a hive for the worker-bee;
And live alone in my flat, well-paid.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes fleeing
ennui –
Fleeing, – quick!- the veiled morning to where the typewriter
sings;
There midnight’s all a simmer, and noon a man-strewn sea,
And evening full of up-to-the-minute things.

I will arise and go now, for always January or May,
I see neon light flashing with fleet hue by the sill;
While I lay prostrate by the door, or lost beneath the Birch’s sway,
I see it in every maddening daffodil!

By Max Lewy

Max J. Lewy (1983-) was born in the ex-coal-mining area of the South Wales valleys, U.K. to a Jewish father and English mother, and is now a recovering patient of Mental Health System abuses. He studied Philosophy at Warwick Univeristy, undergoing a spiritual transition & potential breakthrough which was aborted and derailed by misplaced ‘treatment’. He spent 6 months living on the street as a runaway from NHS ‘services’ in Brighton. He self-published his first book of poetry, “Madness: a form of love” last year, detailing his ordeals as a form of therapy (#PoetryNotPills #MeditationNotSedation) and defence, and is the winner of RealisticPoetry’s 2018 “Perspectives Of Love” Poetry Contest for the poem “River Of Eternity (For R. W.)”. While currently spending his time writing poetry and philosophy about Mental Health, he is also considering re-training to work in the field of Artificial Intelligence (although, as he says himself, his intelligence is already highly artificial!). In his spare time, he plays tennis, drinks pure cacao sweetened with Manuka Honey, a long with various other herbal remedies and holistic health rituals, and avoids Dr.s at all costs. He is currently working on his next book.