The Autistic Experience - by
Who said it was for you to choose
How I cope with the world?
Who said it was for you to choose
How I cope with the world?
I still believe my eyes
can hold a solar system, catch all the lights,
deliver to the doctor alphabets
as small as atoms.
My boy is painting outer space,
and steadies his brush-tip to trace
the comets, planets, moon and sun
and all the circuitry they run…
What’s beautiful in Sign,
Is boring in a line,
What’s pretty in a line,
Is confusing in Sign.
Brief missteps, falling out of the bath, up / the stairs at the train station as commuters / climb over…
(The Dark Side)
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/ My mind goes back to Fumin Wood, and how we stuck it out,
/ Eight days of hunger, thirst and…
A cup capsizes along the formica,
/ slithering with a dull clatter.
/ A few heads turn in the crowded evening snack-bar.
/ An old man…
This morning I am ready if you are,
/ To hear you speaking in your new language.
/ I think I am beginning to…
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