Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i am starting to talk outloud to my self
like my Downs son Nathan, who talks to all his selves loudly

does he care what people are thinking when he exclaims
"Hey! I like this magazine! You do? Yeah!" in the bookstore
everyone is polite, or just stares...does he care, hardly.

i am starting to talk outloud to my self
very boldly in my yard for all the birds and neighbors
i don't wonder what they think (the neighbors, not the birds)
not anymore

Mr. Gonzalez, who lives to the East and toils all day in his shed
hardly glances my way as I exclaim, "Hi birdies!"
i talk to me, i talk to the birds, the dogs and the passing clouds
yes, for crying outloud

the folks on the West built a high wall, trying to hide
the plastic swimming pool, the neglected pets, his children
but the kids talk to me, Rosarita, Lolita and Fernie
too small to think the old lady next door is crazy

the children over there cling to the fence and smile
ask about my dogs, black Annie and big Yogi
i talk to them in my limited mexican voice and smile back
until their Daddy notices and calls them in

i greet the sun each morning in my loud "Howdy sun!" voice
i whisper to the moon in on those full moon nights
i talk about the weather, the pomegranate trees, the work
my upstairs deck is my podium

i don't care anymore what anyone thinks
i want to be mentally challenged like Nathan
i talk to myself outloud...

I talk to myself when I write

It is a still quiet voice almost a whisper

Maybe that is why I write things like

Know thank you.

And I no that is true.

This text is read.

Sometimes I how at the moon.

My site is good enough to see this web sight

I have a disconnect between writing and speech

I am wired weird I suppose

I think we all have our gifts to give.

I believe there is an upside to downs.

The myth of the bell curve

(Jackie, I think I posted this poem in the wrong-ass place but you did a mighty fine job of replying...)

you write outloud
thoughts willy nilly
words become wordy
you write right outloud
red is read
how is howled
you know No
you write outloud

you claim bad wiring
a brain misfiring
you write outloud
and i am listening... er, reading!