Chris Grundy Poet Bio

Social Dyslexia

The ocean of life, enriched,
Then drained. I wish I could have..
My life, full of unfinished ventures.
I never explored the wonderland,
Through the fog of my confusion and
Ended up smiling in the mirror.
The only true friend shimmering back,
He twinkles from my heart,
Into the lucid environment of the languid.
Where’s my ambition? I ask. 
In the hands of the sacrificial lamb, 
Reflecting out of windows. Unhappy
With myself. Falling apart; my bone 
And flesh. Mentally mercurial. There 
Is no point, I find as 
Shakespeare wags a knowing finger. 
The mighty hawk, reduced,
Now, to austerity plus the 
fear of the posterity as it
Struggles, wheezes because the stairs 
Are too exhausting. The opaque
Elevator fails to work under 
These Conditions. Bing: “next floor demise”. 
I can run, free as far as I can figure, 
With the streaming winds, breathing
New life into the bingo wings of my soul,
Crashing into darkness, drinking 
A coke and a knowing grimace
Welded onto the contours of my face.

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May 23, 2017 at 7:34 PM look up the Scottish Rite organization to see if they are in your city or town. They offer FREE phenomenal weekly tutoring using the gold standard method of teaching and aiding dyslexic readers (Orton Gillingham method). I have a dyslexic son and I also used to tutor with them. Free if you have a formal diagnoses of dyslexia. (register with your school to get that testing done) You may have to get on their waiting list but is well worth it. Will give you great skills and self confidence galore!