Here is another draft poem – again I am interested in any comments.
In case you’re wondering, the extra spaces are intentional.
:autistic meltdown ground zero
Think of hemispheres: Western, Left;
the wind-flows that connect them; the currents of sea; of electricity.
When was it that your frontal lobe
Cauterized itself against your will
leaving you endless atomised local storms
with no way to blow them -selves out?
The last words you said before the clouds came
stutter on your small tongue;
settle in like cat-and -dog rain, the syllables
hammering down, fixing one thought with a dozen stabs of lightning.
The miracle is not that it stops, but how afterwards you can be so calm and charming
– and puzzled that the rest of us still drip and shiver from the rain.