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2008-07-23

"Chemical Peaks disOrganization" by JTK.CA

"Chemical Peaks disOrganization"
by JTK.CA
Copyright © Jonathan Tad Ketchen (JTK.CA)
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I sometimes put a parenthetical "Her song"
under the title of a poem when I'm attempting
to write from a female perspective. Originally,
this first poem was written by one of my fictional
characters, Suzanne Kelleigh Parsons, in one of
my short stories, "After the Rain."

It's a story about Suzanne and her
partner Abbot Creighton, who run a
creative writing group strangely called
"Chemical Peaks disOrganization." Suzanne's
poem, "Cliché Danish Surprise," is about
her ex-husband, not about Abbot.

The second poem, "Fair Suzanne," was originally
written by the fictional Abbot, in my story.

A friend once asked me if I'm ever in an
altered state when I write. I responded, a
more accurate question would be to ask if
I'm ever not in an altered state.



"CLICHÉ DANISH SURPRISE
(Her song)"
by JTK.CA
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Sitting alone again,
Free from that human I knew so well
but didn't know at all,
Somehow he slithered,
through my longings and endless regrets,
back into this room
And offered me a Danish.
"Better safe than sorry," he said.
"We have each other.
Love is a many splendoured thing!
To be or not to be; that is the question.
It'll be alright."
And then, he offered the worst cliché of all!
"I love you!"

Somehow he slithered back into this room,
through my endless longings and regrets,
And offered me reconciliation.
I "just said no."

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"FAIR SUZANNE
(A fairy tale)"
by JTK.CA
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She tumbled forward
Into a vat of molten snow.

And young Abbot,
Fair Prince of Breckonridge,
Strode forward fearlessly
To rescue fair Suzanne,
The maiden of his dreams.

Through serpents of fire
And their brandished fangs
And dragons—taloned, shielded, and flaming—
Falling from molten clouds of fire above;
And through primeval, burning land,
Young Prince Abbot strode forward fearlessly
And rescued fair Suzanne,
The maiden of his dreams!

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