Question & Answer 2 – Stu Watson

Question 2

I could pull a cart with balloon strings
attached to three thousand flies,
and live in the back as a static memory
of all of God’s failed jokes.

Do you ever feel like your heartbeat
is always the lowest common denominator?
I salt the numbness with the infinite sun
and the cancerous growth on the edge

of my shadow, reading the dreams
of Murakami’s broken unicorn skulls.
Every day from July I will fight the robots
who plan to steal my daughter in endless dreams.

I could pull a cart with balloon strings
and a few dozens owls – but what good
would that do to stop me from staring at the ground
from the edge of a Spanish balcony?

– Aaron Kent

Answer 2

As a teenager I used to think
so frequently of crowds of bats
assuming on synchronic wing
that laughing shape, a human face;

but now I think instead to hear
fine rhythms cut in air by wings
and from that score to force a voice
a noiseless signal which will sing

of maudlin things like Henchard there
upon the bridge just looking down
infamy spread across the town
just staring at his reflection when

appears as if on cue an effigy of him—
what I would not give to be
a swarm of bees or locusts then
to witness that strange fictive man

confronted with the image of his sin—
how might hive-minded hearers turn
the moral of his story round
within the natter of their teeming brains?

– Stu Watson