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September 25th, 2009
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Flopping with the wind
to tremendous effect
a kite losing distinction
falling
I still think of you
I still think of you
lost to me forever
I still think of you
riffling through my brain
repetitions of stimulus words
perseveration
lack of inhibition
voluptuous thoughts
fill me
’cause you are here
frozen in time
panicked
looking for a place to hide
in the middle of a field
full of you
space of my enemy
I’ll reach out and touch you
a small gentle touch
warm, soft, lasting
but dispassionate
the connection severed
leaving
no solace for a lonely world
speech confusion
ideation floundering
the directing idea
gone
violent excitements over nothing
parade around me
we must ask
where the ordinary crosses over
to the unordinary
I’d grab you
hold you near
but you’d scream
bloody Mary
and the world would shatter around us
brilliant shards of glass
sparkling
associative clauses
small nothings leading
to violent excitements
absolutely incongruous to you
absolute darkness
batty, hell’s bat
coming down from up on that cliff
flames in his after flow
he’ll rip me into shreds
and leave me with nothing
but the fading thought
of that brief touch
I stole from you.
– Kasper Tannen
June 1st, 2009
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Dry riverbeds wait for rain
as I ask you to come
and make all life green again
free my heart from kd lang’s
season of the hollow soul
I craved you
I craved you unnaturally
I craved you with abandonment
you will never know how much
I craved you
you see, there was this other girl
and I had I told myself
I would not give up this time
I would write *her* note after note
and poem after poem
I would call her every day
I would give into the darker nature of my soul
and I would pursue her however I knew how
and then surely
and then surely …
and then … surely … what?
maybe I wanted purity
I needed acclimation
I needed restitution
I wanted purity
crawling back into the womb
Freud’s death wish, Thanatos
whispering gently but persuasively
into my ear
yet there you were
out of nowhere
out of chance
an angel of Eros
… or a demon
yanking me out the box
by the scruff of my neck
blinking and scrambling
back to life
before you
always that other girl
always only a friend
me the nice guy
me the quiet one
me the one to talk to
to confide to
to confess to
when the boyfriend cheated
a misery of my own making
I suppose
my friend happily abused
and she doing nothing about it
maybe even savoring it
me watching on helplessly
totally alone
and wondering
what was the sense of it?
separate life missions
unspoken boundaries
even a lack of passion
kept us apart
I could never lie to her
or to myself
just to make it right
or couldn’t I?
enough became enough
and I made up my mind
to alter the plot
to lie to the fates
to lie to myself
to force the issue
to refuse to submit
to set back the hands of time
to alter the fabric of reality
to undue destiny
and to let Thanatos
lead the way
I quit my dreams
I quit my hopes
I quit it all
I got an apartment
I planned a strategy
on a day off from work
I sent flowers to her there
let others say what they would
I’d take whatever came with it
I even attached a poem
not worthy my honor
and this was all only after
I’d already secured
a promise for a meeting
and planned a speech
as best as I could fake it
my mind was set
and unmovable
I’d gone as cold as Thanatos
and I was fading fast
tomorrow was the day
when I would see her again
and plead my case
mea culpa
fate sealed
destiny calling
a switch play
Eros came for Thanatos
and all out of no where
that destined day never came
for that evening
a could burst
lightening struck
and drops began to fall
coming home to my new apartment
my first night there in fact
(ha, even a new pillow case in my shopping bag)
I saw you there
sitting on the stairs
lightly clad as if for summer
white polka dots on yellow
large eyes and a body long and lean
a magnet for my eyes
a perfect femme fatale
yet me below your radar
or at least so I supposed
but minutes later
my contact lenses removed
scrambling for lost glasses
the door bell rang
and I found you at my door
asking for my help
first to use the phone
where you talked and cried
your cigarette dripping ashes on the carpet
next to your tears
your former employer
telling you not to come anymore
and me, by then,
I was already hung up
just over the sound of your voice
what was that night?
first a little job hunting
at seedy dives you wanted me to take you to
places I’d have never gone before
never even dreamed of going to before
I waited patiently in the car
watched patrons go to and fro
as well as the dancers in their costumes
while you negotiated inside
for a job you’d have been better off without
with that done
a long drive back
you talking incessantly
your life story told to me
at breathtaking speed
your voice a croon
that melted me
we found a late night shop
a waffle house
and grabbed a bite to eat
bacon and eggs on dark toast
then back to my apartment
… as you’d no where else to go
at least so you said
the truth being
you didn’t want to leave me
or to be alone
you wanted me
needed me
and who was I to say no
what followed was
a slow motion mutual seduction
played out in the wee hours of the night
slow soft inquisitive touches
leading to a natural order
fear mingled with curiosity
an ending so powerful
that it left us
clinging to each other
shutting all else out
and being reborn
so that when the dawn came
it was a new world.
– natsukashii at shadow of iris
