The Beauty of Autistic Knowing

The way of learning pace
was how I learned to string
words the way language paths 
and makes meanings the way
jar of thinking was really

bathing in brine wanting to
for readers to understand
but the management of
language at ABA schools
was demanding speech and

because I couldn’t speak
I was going to the lines of
watchful therapists that tried
the same words over and
over again so I wasn’t

able to express myself
in the ways they thought
I should and that was awful
for me so I want the world
to know that autistic language does a bathing talking feeling

and seeing that immerses
everything and the bathing is
the beauty of autistic knowing.

Tall Ideas

are the open way of thinking
that use the patterns of the way
I motion with language

breathe like the way I amass
sometimes air
in my insides

carry heavy weight
like the having to good
ideas write

don’t like boy’s really
moving body of questions
that form tower of answers

eagerly want
to beat
the others

forge
toward
others

go
yonder

hang

impact
the wanting
words

jump from one
thought
to the next

kettle
like
fish

lavish like talking
people if they doctor
the words

master
language
openly

navigate
words toward
meaning

operate the machine
landing the thoughts amazing
that they don’t fall apart

pave
the wanting
road

question
wanting

really ask
more
questions

slant
with peeving
typing

tire to something
that rolls
with the road

use
people
to answer

vortex the void
and assembles
gathering words

water
thoughts
like rain

exit the door of cold
raying water
other is the way

yesses
the yonder  

zoning the word and
uses the idea
to language everything

In Way of Music Water Answers

Like water I am eager 
Like water I am thinking 
Like water I always move 

Like water I am thinking time 
open and following eager going 
pathways and open going nowhere

I boat on the way water the way I want to talk 

Roaming the Forest of Eager Talking

The eager clattering singing wastes my listening 
and I am over 

ready to run breathing the ways the 
sticks invite my wanting 

I want to think in feeling ways the talking thinks 
in moving ways the sticks invite 

thinking answering their questions 
the eager clattering singing does 

always interrupt the sailing play 
the play is the questions the sailing 

is the tears I know the tears 
will overfill ready to become 

a thinking and feeling I am 
ready to become a loving man