The Autistic Blues

(dedicated with love to my Mom Kathy)

The Autistic Blues
has the loneliest hues:
the kind you try so hard to
just can’t seem to lose.

Cause there’s no minding your Ps
when it seems there’s no cues,
and if it gets deep in your heart,

It’s a bad kind of news,
just like a dangerous mystery
with the scantiest clues.

Cause each passing face
seems to have it out for you
and each opportunity
gets to itch of a ruse

And how can you leap with faith
when many a bully has shown you a noose?

Then maybe you crawl into a bottle
to all day gaze at the stars
or every Saturday night,
dance with the near-perfect patterns
of the parts of the cars.

And they all think you’re something
when you get it to start,
but it’s a roar without spirit,
a Sad cry in the dark

So please don’t speed full throttle
down that blue highway
cause believe me
it takes you only too far:

Away from your family,
and the friends of your heart
til you only remember...
who you even are!

See a few times I been there
on near and faraway sands;
couldn’t count what simple, true beauties
I'd let slip through my hands!!

So, please dear reader, TRY to believe
that it’s not just a blue world,
but has green, maple, and red,
as well as lilac, orange,
purple, and pink…

And sometimes they're brightest
Where they rarely see daylight…
Deep in blue kinds of people
where one never may think.