I miss ice cream, having lots of lego, being really young. The lack of lego leaves my brain without keeping…
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David talks to Ann-Maree Long, and shares a bit about his life and plans.
The colour of love
My body is my best feature as my brain is yours for the taking. My body can fly because it…
Voice
My voice is the sound of the sea at the falling of the moon, restlessly lapping, boring, then whispering quietly,…
Sofa
I am a sofa Not a nice sliding sofa with a bed incorporated. Not a sleek steel and leather recliner….
Storm
Whoosh, roar, thump, splash. Trees singing war chants before pistol cracks And people scared on screens which encase drowned road…
An Obituary
2005 I, David Goldsmith, died peacefully at the age of five hundred. Having educated the beings of this amazing planet…
Storm
Great smash of rain on my window tap dancer in stiletto heels trees flying smells clean.
My Family
Pop understands my ways, he never forgets cool songs. Uncle Rocky hops around and gets on the booze. Dad has…
Sandwich
A monster, Lots of peanut butter, loads of chocolate sprinkles, lots of slimy, nourishing blobs of mango.
Visit
The exquisite pig Went to visit the queen He rode his motorcycle It made his heart glisten.
Sex
Non-existent, my world does not allow for it. My world has no place for it. I gave up long ago,…
Bones
My bones bend under the weight of my food temple, but they carry me forward to the next meal of…
Body
My body is a temple to food in all its glory, food in filthy dirty glory food like the menu…
Hope
Hope is a path. My feet skim it. Autism runs my life, And my body is soothed By my spinning…
Body
Seaweed on a wave, dancing, drifting and stranded. A cloud of molecules in red tubes and cream hide. Lovely and…
Bones
My bones throb with life – living tissue with strength. My bones hold my head and define my heeled feet….
Walls
The walls around me are taller than sky scrapers The walls are up, up, up From down here on the…
Love
Flow wind flow beneath my heart My heart beats like a sad fool’s Down in the depths of my heart…
Body
My body is even like lust My body inside is like a monster My voice wakes everyone up in the…
Breakfast
I’m sitting at the table by a window in my home. The sunlight streams across the weave of the cloth…
You make me real
I miss my grandma. I miss the freedom of choice on personal ideas. I miss being me. I miss the…
Autism
A world view without compare The smooth sparkles But the rough glows with apricot softness. No projector needed It has…
Shane and the monsters
Shane has monsters inside his brain Shane has demons inside his brain Shane wants to be able to fight off…
Wind
The wind is like a ghost, Stripping leaves from the trees, Scattering the rubbish down the road. It is a…