i.
apparently,
on the spectrum-
lack of eye contact
gave it away
years ago.
ii.
nervous tics-
always tapping feet,
moving fingers to
unheard melodies.
iii.
buzzing ears,
sweaty palms-
got it all
for the low price
of overstimulation-
crowd control,
i pray to you.
iv.
worries about
the rest of eternity.
doesn’t plan for it.
v.
irrational,
loud music blocking out
the simians
and their rules for survival.
vi.
cut my nose off
just to spite my face-
ginger-haired temper,
hailing from
blonde-dominated sweden.
vii.
poses as the rebel,
misunderstood reject-
an overused excuse.
viii.
varying from scarlet to mahogany,
sweet-smelling acid
in a box labeled
fade-resistant.
ix.
just an artist playing punk.
–
written m18jul2011.
two things have changed since then:
-my hair has now been every color of the rainbow.
-i’m a real-ass punker now.
prompt: nine things about you.
–
idiography 