fairy wails

Vacationing again
Alienated from the world
In my world
Condemned by years of dissolve
Detergent days filthy with bleach
Excess fun with extra foam
Damn near perfect cycle
Twirling to a dizzying stagnation
Not stench but stale
A quick draw with a dull wit
To unattached to be together
What Freudian Pavlovianness is forthcoming to this conclusion?
Why continue on this cycle?
The deadhead Peruvian dance
To the beginning!?
If it all foreshadows Peter Pan
Then shed a little light on my darkness
Where my outside hides