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swish, 801 (a poem), by kah

by kah Thu 25 Jan 2001 13:15:43

<br /> *swish*<br /> "Seven-hundred ninety-seven."<br /> *swish*<br /> "Seven-hundred ninety-eight."<br /> *swish*<br /> "Seven-hundred ninety-nine."<br /> .....<br /> "Seven-hun- -<br /> ..wait a minute!"<br /> <br /> seven-hundred ninety-nine<br /> let the cat *swish* one more time - <br /> it's jet-black tail 'cross my back<br /> to make an even 800 track.<br /> <br /> i starred into unblinking eyes:<br /> filled with anger; love; surprise.<br /> i knew then what it could see - <br /> the inevidable stream of antiquity.<br /> <br /> the cat and i sat back to back<br /> as the cat's long tail had swished away it's track<br /> seven-hundred ninety-nine,<br /> oh, let the cat *swish* one more time.<br /> <br /> o, cat! o, cat! o, kitt-y cat!<br /> *swish* your tail across my back!<br /> maddening eyes, smirking face - <br /> with time there now shall be a race.<br /> <br /> i felt that i was going mad,<br /> but what the cat felt was only sad:<br /> the loss of his friend with the iron shoe,<br /> the loss of his brother in Timbuktu.<br /> <br /> i wasn't thinking clearly; straight -<br /> all i had to do was wait!<br /> wait for the impossible fate..<br /> not six, or seven-hundred, but eight!<br /> <br /> i longed to say the words out loud<br /> and imagined my body within a shroud<br /> eighty years later, buried with the cat<br /> still waiting for the feeling of that *swish* across my back.<br /> <br /> it seemed as if the cat was trying to decide<br /> whether to let out the *swish* it was hiding from inside..<br /> or to make me squirm with pain and agony<br /> as it purred with pure pleasure and stupidity.<br /> <br /> the cat's long tail flickered and flicked,<br /> it looped, it curled, it fluttered and thricked.<br /> one could not hope for only one more;<br /> one more *swish* to add to the score.<br /> <br /> then the cat's black tail came closer to my back - - -<br /> o! the even eight-hundred track!<br /> could it be... would it be?<br /> could it? would it? could it be?!<br /> <br /> the golden eyes i looked into, <br /> and then i knew it would be true...<br /> the cat's tail swished one more time!<br /> farewell, seven-hundred ninety-nine!<br /> <br /> with an annoyed look the cat tucked up it's feet.<br /> o! delicious moment when flesh and cat fur meet!<br /> i was free from the torure, the madness, the pain..<br /> and what did i lose? (but what did i gain?)<br /> <br /> "800, 800, 800 times!<br /> Eight-hundred, eight-hundred, eight-hun - -"<br /> <br /> ONE. EIGHT-HUNDRED AND ONE.<br /> <br /> i screamed with anguish, for then i knew<br /> that *swish* could not be erased untrue.<br /> and then with a grin and a yawn so deep<br /> the cat shut its eyes and went to sleep.<br /> <br /> (written by me in 8th grade)