Autism on Demand

Paul was walking up and down the corridors of his space station. He was certain he had forgotten something, but he couldn’t remember what.             “Are you sure I remembered everything?” He asked his assistant a short woman with thick glasses. She didn’t really need the glasses. She only wore them because she thought they made her look more intellectual. “Yes, I am positive.” She said struggling to keep up with him. “Everything is in place. You’ve got more than enough oxygen, the engine is filled to the brim and the team has made sure that the ship is flight-worthy about ten times now. No, there can’t be anything that you could have forgotten.” Paul sighed             “How long before the tourists arrive,” he said His assistant checked her watch             “ In about five minutes.” “Well, then we’ll j...

Nonsense Poem   Would you compose mad stories! Like every full wet cloud Just poring dark ice Covers all the air A slow cloth Fall to heaven A sun will ever fade away Completely Celestial bliss Embrace my deep love Forget your strange universe Lift an eternity Would you compose mad stories! Like every full wet cloud Just poring dark ice Covers all the air A slow cloth Fall to heaven A sun will ever fade away Completely Celestial bliss Embrace my deep love Forget your strange universe Lift an eternity copyright reserved  © Autism on Demand 2024

  Inches from salvation   his breath was heavy and his legs were leaden but still he carried on he was only half a mile from the border with the enemy following his trail a trail of red running through the icy forest covered in a blanket of white from behind he heard harsh voices of men led by the sound of barking hounds his scent heavy in their nostrils the only thing between him the border and freedom he limped into a clearing where his eyes were met by a frozen lake the border his freedom he was a mere fifty feet from his freedom his heart pounded with fear and with joy only fifty feet until his salvation forty five feet later his pursuers had found the end of the trail he felt the metal of the bullet biting into his back sending him tumbling down his hot blood mingling with the icy snow there he laid still a red river running from where the bullet had entered his body he stretched his hand out and continued crawling for...

      My Hovel   In my putrid hovel the fire burns low For sustenance I have a pressing need This wrenched meat has died days long gone But I am starving, therefore I must feed   This bloody war has drawn on far too long This horrid thing has robbed me of everything Where are my sons, so youthful and so strong They, struck down by a wretched ox hide sling   Armed with copper spears we marched off to war I had never made it to the battle An illness struck me, I could fight no more Left behind, my people slaughtered like cattle   All because they don’t worship the same gods as us Now who cared, the gods have forsaken us copyright reserved  © Autism on Demand 2024