Film Theory or I Miss the Way You Kiss
The magical power that is attributed to taboo
is based on the capacity for arousing temptation …
– Sigmund Freud
We killed a lot of gutter,
took hectares of blank space,
chopped up the I and you.
There wasn’t much between X and Y,
just a lucky line that waggled through
crisp points on a reasoned grid.
Like poison’s cure,
a ready-made story arc –
as if garlands of rose petals
redecorated the script
devolving from a set of probable causes
to a lazy desire for order,
razor ribbon fencing a glade
where lutes play, the prince reclines,
IEDs pop, blood-splatter browns
the long grass.
She says: “The days tasted of almonds.”
He says: “Like smoked trout on a salted cracker.”
Jump-cut to credits writ in jerky white:
the gun ma blonde
the car mon chum
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Published in Rampike Vol. 21/No.2 (Poetics: Part Two)