Neurological Poetry

Here's a couple more poems related to my disability. I have been told these are my best (the ones about my disability) because my heart is in them.


If I Were a Word

On the clean white page
At first glance you’d think you knew me
Monosyllabic, straightforward.

But upon closer examination
You would see dyslexia
Letters in reverse.

And when you gaze upon the lines and circles of me
Letters would bob up and down
On the horizon.

If you uttered me out loud
Your pronunciation would fracture
Like clashing notes
On a discordant scale.

Dissecting my phenomes
Will not help you label:
Noun, verb or adjective,
But if you must
Go with gerund.

Once you have stored me
In your linguistic lexicon
Will be afflicted with anomia
For I will have wormed my way into your cortex
Burrowing deep into Wernicke and Broca.


Neural Auras

Go tell tell Theresa of Avila
To tell Jean D’Arc to tell
Hildegarde that
Pablo has been here.
Rearranging photos
Again.
Why else
Would that dog
Have his wide smiling mouth
On the side of his head
Like a pink glistening wound?
There’s a small cobalt spot
Blinking off and on
In my right eye,
And here’s a lovely
Gold firecracker burst.
At night ghosts
Float and dance
In my headlights
And I slam on my brakes
For what really isn’t there.

There's more where that came from, if anyone is looking and likes them!