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Ataxia

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

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    the dawn after the rain

    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

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      poem: waiting

      Your time is limited
      fingers slide over a keyboard
      searching
      wanting to move
      to type
      anything
      just so as to feel the pressure
      of your fingertips against the keys
      to hear the mashing sound
      click, click, click
      but the vision has not come
      it’s fog
      it fights to surface
      something else pushes it down
      a contest between inner
      and outer soul
      a vague form
      you cannot see it
      not yet
      something becoming
      an idea not yet formed
      for now you must wait.

      – matt at shadow of iris

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        poem: where have you gone?

        You offer me the the entire world
        i say nothing
        you respond to my silence
        with a scream
        angrily anticipating unsaid scorn
        we argue, i scream
        i’m sick and tired
        sick and tired of you
        you go to the vanity by the window
        away from me
        you brush your hair
        pretending not to see me
        then the explosion
        a car crash
        an atomic bomb
        with fear i turn away
        and it washes over me
        over my back
        blindness saves me
        it’s over and i look again
        and you are gone –
        out by the window
        a spirit flits by
        but returns
        to pause but for an instant
        and look directly at me
        as my heart stops
        as tears well up in my eyes
        i want to ask
        where have you gone?

        – matt at shadow of iris

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          poem: baby tears

          A baby crying
          what troubles you ?
          what draws your tears ?
          in twenty years
          more or less
          you’ll have an explanation
          it’ll all be understood
          those tears will be gone
          and you’ll wonder
          what they were for
          you’ll miss those tears
          and
          you’ll want them back.

          – matt at shadow of iris

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            poem: last moment

            Life has frozen around me
            there isn’t the slightest sign of movement
            a new form of life
            still life
            mannequin life
            everyone a mannequin
            this is what the world will look like
            when the bomb explodes
            you frozen in eternity
            with mouth hanging open
            one leg swinging back
            arms a flutter
            all ready to topple over
            and shatter
            into a thousand fragments
            at the last moment.

            — idol wannabe

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              poem: dreamless

              Less his dreams should escape him
              less his hopes should desert him
              he shuffled them all together
              and neatly put them in a box
              he sealed the top carefully
              and wrapped it all up nicely
              he hid his boxed dreams with great secretiveness
              in a place where no one would ever find them
              but where that place was
              still as of yet
              he has not remembered.

              – matt at shadow of iris

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                poem: a song on the radio

                World changing
                staying the same
                childhood fears
                sore stomachs
                strange things
                a soft and gentle song
                begins
                another world
                hope
                tinged with melancholia
                the song finishes
                sirens
                babies crying
                cars rushing past
                heat that holds me.

                – matt at shadow of iris

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                  poem: where dreams have gone

                  Words fell from his lips
                  imaginary things
                  but to him
                  real
                  small seeds
                  desperate for soil
                  and water
                  desperate for life
                  he watched them grow
                  he saw
                  the pains of their birth
                  the glory of their blossoming
                  the awe of their final maturing
                  and
                  the void left at their passing
                  searching for the place
                  where dreams have gone.

                  – matt at shadow of iris

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                    poem: hear the sound of thunder

                    Hear the sound of thunder
                    wait for the rain
                    call out
                    and listen
                    only your own voice returns
                    cry a tear
                    stop the world from turning
                    stand and shout
                    nothing changes
                    sit and ponder
                    dreams undreamt
                    stories untold
                    faith unanswered
                    listen again
                    a small voice
                    a whisper
                    a message barely heard
                    of places far off
                    and magic trees
                    things i cannot see
                    but perhaps through you eyes
                    i can catch a glimmer
                    something beautiful
                    it must be
                    i want to see you
                    and you’re not here
                    so i sit
                    and wait
                    and hope
                    and see if
                    faith returns.

                    – matt at shadow of iris

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