WORK/SONG IN PROGRESS (NEEDS LOTS OF WORK)
(ANOTHER AUTISM POEM/FOLKSONG)
note to me: chorus ?
Things that aren’t there
Life often unfair
Reverse imagination
An unaware incantation
Impossible at times to overcome
For some of us on the Spectrum
note to me: do I want to rhyme the verses traditionally or chaotically?
Can’t make myself
Get on that train again
Happened months ago
Can’t let it go
Thought I saw a small trash can
Next to coffee shelf
Tossed my uneaten sandwich
Porter flipped out, upset my mental health
Can’t make myself
Get on another plane
Body search in my long dress
Made me feel like an embarrassed mess
Can’t go around huge crowds no more
Walked into an ad board not on a door
How’d it get there, I asked, rubbing my head
Knew I should just stay in bed
Can’t cross streets, haven’t learned
To watch for cars when talking
Friend saved me when we were young
No one there now when I’m walking
chorus
Things that aren’t there
Life often unfair
Reverse imagination
Is an invisible conjuration
Impossible at times to overcome
For some of us on the Spectrum
Autistic brains can perform magic
An unaware incantation
I’ve taught myself to think first
And not lose my concentration
There’s a secret door to the attic
Dusty, yet brimming with bling
Often difficult to let it shine
But I know the effort is mine
What came first, I wonder
The Princess or the Pea
Mounds of moldy mattresses
Brain on Silly Putty
The pea’s an irritation
Like pearls to the oyster
Sensitivity crazes me
Just lock me in a cloister
I guess I want you all to know
Autism comes in many colors
I’ve shared mine with you today
It’s sometimes painful but mostly okay
chorus
Things that aren’t there
Life often unfair
Reverse imagination
Is an invisible conjuration
Impossible at times to overcome
For some of us on the Spectrum
(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: CS & fallen Florida Black Vulture perch