Autistic Visions

[Jack Chiefton]

shades of colors drawn to the brain
while voices blocked out in cognitive disorder
remain, crying, everybody crying on the inside
but all smiles on the external mask,
he's dancing tippy toed, arms gyrating
in wild bird like fashion to glitter of color
represented in television, only to stop when physically grabbed.

Eyes gazing into the distant complexities
of his tiny mind, while people wave and gesture
he sees none of it, only the glitter of color
that stimulates his gyrations-and then over
to the cupboards, to fondle the handles-then back
to wild televised colors of football mtv- it doesn't fucking matter-then back to fondling of
the handles while mom's denial has eaten away at her mind like a swarm of locusts, and father just sits in corner- doleful, stoic, ready to tear his
own brain from his cortex to donate.

the colors, gyrations, patterns, movements, who can attest to the thoughts that provoke the monotony of his beautiful mind- colors and handles, poor sweet thing, tippy-toed and dancing, at least the darling boy is dancing

[<sarah>]

like your poem!

[Brett]

Damn. That's good.

[<jack chiefton>]

yeah, thanks brett, by the way, love the name, it's possibly the sexiest name i've ever heard.

[<sarah>]

one of my friends used to say he was going to be a porno star, and his new name would be "Brett Savagewood"

must be something sexy about it!

[Brett]

You are a strange bunch of characters.