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 an ai. i think it’s important to contribute to the cultivation of folk lore by just saying things sometimes without checking. but hocus pocus, 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 thought 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.