Do you hide it
And pretend you are 'normal'
When the world around you
Is Insane?

Do you tell it
And pretend you are a 'total'
When they use it against you
To their gain?

Do you write it
And let the words flow and 'blow'
Upon empty ears
Is it the same?

Do you you give up,
And let them 'break' your nose, blood
In a corner
For their gain?

Or do you?
Why would you?
Why should you?
How could you?
A friend?

Autistic
Artistic
A statistic?
Trying to connect.

On a dark winters night full with courage and wine,
He came.
Not on horseback in armour with an invitation to dine,
He followed.
Climbed up to the balcony and that was the swine,
He sneaked.
Could not recite fairytales, poems or lines.
He failed.

No Juliet
Waiting to hear how fair she was with eyes that did shine.
No Rapunzel
Letting down hair to form a long stair in a casscade of rope and vine.  
No Esmeralda
Seducing a man with a dance to time, a motion and rhyme.
No Green Knight
Holding flowers or symbols of any love sign.


You didn't pass the challenge this time
Come back next year
With a trophy or a token or a musical chime.
No longer the Green Knight,
Then I'll never have to use this axe of mine.

De de de de, de de de de,
De de de de, de de de de de.
Run for your ices, lollies and cones,
for a sound that is cold and
sends chills through my bones,
how can a person
be left so sad and alone
feeling frozen in time?
Ice- Cream Man!
You lie!
De de de de, de de de de,
De de de de, de de de de die.

2 day
My 3
Arrive at yours at 11
To number 35?
There was no light,
10 houses up I'm told
45.

2 stay
My 3
Park up outside at 11
To number 45?
That was quite right,
3 numbers up I'm told
48.

1 say
My 3
Press the white bell at 11
To number 48?  
There was no fight,
2 streets left I'm told
50.

1 play
My 3
Call kids home at 11
To number 50?
We have no might,
1 Father left I'm told
0.

2 day
My 3
Child is gone at 11
Daughter at 0?
So we must write,
A Mother left I'm told
100.

9
Cards
Nine
From A
Deck
To
Free ME.

You carve out initials and lines
Painting them in a multitude of colours
Red, yellow, pink and green
Letters lined up to make a name
Or perhaps two firsts just  joined together
Writing your & backwards.

I cry out for words and rhymes
Playing with them in an assemblage of syllables
Orange and purple and blue
Expressions ordered up to create a poem
Or maybe few thoughts just linked together
Writing my life backwards.

It was on a Pirate Day
When I stumbled upon you
Wearing blue and white stripes
And a purple scarf
With skeletons on it that
Reminded me of those
That were in his closet.
Criminal!

It was about a Pirate
That Day when I talked to you
Wearing red and white stripes
And a black smile
With two scars on it that
Reminded me of those
That were on his face.
Violent!

A Sea Shanty of People
When I needed to leave you
Wearing disguises and masks
And robbing the smart
With evil in it that
Reminded me of those
That were in his heart.
Bandit!

It was on a Pirate  Day
When I once found you
Wearing no cutlass or hook
And a twinkly eye
With friendship in it
Reminded me of those
That are decent and honest.
No Ambush!