Poem Set in Black and White with a Line from Bruce Bond

  

You walk through the window of a lonely movie and the line youíre meant to deliver is

To grow huge in the mind is a fundamentally human enterprise, to grow

intrepid and tireless.  And then a flowerpot falls on your head.  At the crew table

youíre seducing a watermelon and the crew member cutting it.  And seduction

always feels like falling in slow-motion through a waterfall, like sliding into the icy ocean

after bonfires and vodka in Long Beach.  My grasp of abstract realism

will never be enough to love you, says your character in the subsequent scene.

You puzzle over how and why the character delivers this line

with an origami octopus taped to his head.  You puzzle over the efficacy

of the heroís soliloquy which blames the spread of nuclear arms on one of the producerís

upstairs neighbors.  But what Michael Bay wants, Michael Bay gets.  And no one

has ever lauded entertainment or America for its credibility, the producers remind you. 

In Lebanon, a boy whoís also your son walks through the lonely movie of his life. 

He canít remember the line heís meant to deliver, but you do. 

And you desperately want to whisper it from the audience.

You desperately want to sprint into the shot and hold him so close he canít breathe

before the giant octopus is lowered, spraying this whole scene with ink.           


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Kyle McCord the author of three books of poetry: Galley of the Beloved in Torment (Dream Horse Press 2009), a co-written book of epistolary poems entitled Informal Invitations to a Traveler (Gold Wake Press 2011) and Sympathy from the Devil forthcoming from Gold Wake Press in 2013.  He has work featured in Boston Review, Columbia Poetry Journal, Catch-Up, Gulf Coast, Volt and elsewhere.  He co-edits iO: A Journal of New American Poetry and teaches in Denton, TX.