Maybe you have an empty room to charter to
his likeness; but you do not know this Gerald by whom I am enthralled -
because he renovates my mind with his very presence like a hardback
anthology of insights I dip into whenever I am bedridden by a head-cold.
And unfortunately asking him about it is out of the question.
Maybe you have a missing button that fell into the bouillabaisse; but
you do not know this Gerald whom I cannot stand - for the esoteric
arrogance of his every utterance is like a vital ritual in an obscure
and terrifying religion. And unfortunately he is not here to defend
Maybe you have exaggerated the dubious moral relativism of your
township’s museum; but you do not know this Gerald to whom I am
indifferent - for his trespasses have come to disappoint me, like the
overstated hallucinogenic properties of a harmless dried root. And
unfortunately I have spent all the money intended for utility bills.
Maybe you have recorded an album with a caged seagull and two
agnostic percussionists; but you do not know this Gerald whom I love -
for I have known the fiscal security of his patronage like a doctor’s
hand against my heart. And unfortunately he will not extend the same
courtesy to you.
Maybe you have manufactured and sold a range of oblivion-flavoured
sweets; but you do not know this Gerald whom I loathe - for I have felt
the humiliation of his scorn like fat spitting from a frying pan or
fireworks in a celebration against me. And unfortunately I was too taken
aback to retaliate.
Maybe you have had sex on a bicycle without sustaining or bestowing a
single injury; but you do not know this Gerald with whom I am currently
eating a hot dog - because we are both hungry. And unfortunately I have
dripped mustard onto his copy of The Cloud of Unknowing.
Maybe you have sought his face in cross-sections of courgette; but
you do not know this Gerald to whom I am currently dealing little deaths
- because I trod in dog excrement on my way back from the post office.
And unfortunately I am wearing shoes with an especially deep tread.
Maybe you have skipped across the rocks and broken your leg on an
abandoned rowing boat; but you do not know this Gerald to whom I feel
superior - as, for all his intelligence, he has forsaken his humility
and humours my ideas like a cat toying with a shrew. And unfortunately
the irony of the situation is lost on me.
From The Harbour Beyond the MovieShortlisted for Best Collection in the Forward Poetry Prizes 2007
Luke Kennard is an award-winning poet, critic, dramatist and research
student at the University of Exeter. His first collection of prose
poems The Solex Brothers was published by Stride Books. He has
worked as regional editor for Succour, a bi-annual journal of poetry and
short fiction and as an associated reader for The Kenyon Review. He won
an Eric Gregory Award in 2005.
Web page and podcast of the poem available at Salt Publishing
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