I wouldn’t say it is a passion.
It is an obsession
which will rule my life
for the next few years.
Then my focus will shift
and I will find a new artistic outlet.
Until then,
I will enjoy the forms I currently create.
Parcel Thieves
To follow the delivery van
and snag the boxes left on the doorstep
is a horrible crime.
Unfortunately,
prevention is a hard thing to figure out.
It is like the mail thieves
who follow the postal worker
and steal birthday cards
and government checks.
Electronic devices only work
if they are equipped properly.
Otherwise
they will get stolen too!
My Parents
They did the best they could
given the resources and knowledge
they had when I was growing up.
Money was tight
but mother loved to garden
and so fresh, frozen or canned
perishables were plentiful.
My dad worked shift work
and always tried to make time for us
if we showed any interest in what he was doing.
Still, if they had known about Autism
and the signs to look for
I may have had a much different life up until now.
I don’t begrudge them for the past.
It is the current state
where their opinion
is I am faking my diagnosis.
Slipped away
The perfect three line poem
came to me while driving.
Alas, with out pulling over and writing it down
it has slipped away
into the annals of forgotten intentions.
The frustration left behind
is merely an aggravating byproduct.
Late nights, early mornings
Troubles start
Wandering around the store
Bumping into things.
Apologize even though no one is around.
Fix the displays.
After leaving the store
Realizing security had been following you.
They probably thought I was stoned
When it is merely lack of sleep.
Updo
The difficulties with long hair
Runs a very long list.
Still I like it.
So in this blistering heat
All I can do is sweep it up
Into a messy bun
Or ponytail.
Memory Loss
Things appear differently
when you find something
unexpectedly in your soup.
Was the fly minding its own business
before you swatted it?
Or was its constant buzzing
what made you forget
the meal you were preparing for lunch?
Just don’t tell the kids
about the extra protein added
and maybe they won’t notice.
No Support
Sometimes it feels good
to let your parts be free.
Hang where they wish
or flap in the breeze.
Though other times
you feel uncomfortable
and that is when
free time is over
and the supports are needed.
Hiding from the Sun
Heat overwhelms me.
I feel woozy and feverish.
I crawl inside.
I hide from the sun.
I curl up with the curtains closed.
The fan is on high.
If you need me, don’t expect me to answer.
I will avoid the brightness for as long as I can.
I have my bowl of water next to me
and here I will be for the rest of today.
Energy Intensity
Anger that builds for days.
Aggression redirected.
The losers wonder why it happened
and the bully sometimes feels sorry.
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