echolalia of the unexpected

slight return,

wardrobe.

oil extraction,

floor drop

plucked pleasure

tucked, verbal

hangover synching

chew fat with the inmates

so this month i correctly counted that there were 13 post days in the month yet only wrote 12 bits. but luckily, i wrote some spare poetry in june 2024. you never know when you will just need a line or two to get you through a fallow patch.

i’d been sick with autistic burnout, i wasn’t exactly cured, but i knew that my problems weren’t going to go away and i needed to find some energy to get out of the hole i was in.

things are going good now though.

ecolalia iii

back is the pope,

undead

and me for plugs

i already had

my curly wurlies

turned to crunchie wunchies,

hocus pocus

popery, perhaps

i sit at my piano

mild in disbelief

as my fingers

gain unexpected

competence

and i wonder

who will win

when the purple

people-eaters

fight the purple-people

eaters?

down the manhole

there may be

a meat flower stramash

quiz the life autistic

with loafer luke

and the gang

two things.

one. i haven’t looked this up. or asked as ai. i think it’s important to contribute to the cultivation of folk lore but just saying things sometimes without checking. but hocus pocua, that what magicians say, originates from mockery of the latin used in catholic masses and as a criticism of the pagan elements, rituals and idols of catholic orthodoxy, which protestant reformers though contradicted the instructions of the bible. so that’s a fun phrase.

two. if you practice or learn before bed, then sleep well, you should try practicing again in the morning as the brain keeps learning while you sleep.

echolalia

echolalian

echo-location

finds me where?

a lack e acumen;

black pepper and cumin

or is it turmeric?

i use all three for safety and

dod on and dod well,

two is too many bills

moving like a statue,

a foot-soldier,

mystified and amused

das kapital

to cap it all

ex marx the blues

a lot of my poetry comes from echolalia. daft little phrases just get stuck in my head and i want to say them just for the pleasure of the words moving through my mouth.

moving like a statue was a funny thing i heard in a podcast. the speaker meant that they were moved to an emotional response, like they might have on seeing a great work of statuary. but i heard it literally, and my brain said no, statues do not tend to move.