Question & Answer 4 – Anthony Desmond

Question 4

I roomed in the stare of the house,
following demons through mirrors
into Constantinople. The family
spun gold coins, silver Magyar
stamps and shattered knee caps
in a recreation of Acton –
home in Redruth.

Our house was infinite, Anthony,
and lay dormant in the fields of Cairn.
Have you sat in the neighbours kitchen
and watched them reenact a TV family?
Known that yours is drawn straight
from the well? We kept crutches
to remind ourselves we could be our father

if we had the right group of friends
to show us the wrong blood fjørd.
I still draw pictures of a loft
where the mice wore tap shoes and bedsheets,
and a child peered over the top
of a wardrobe swearing he’d bash our skulls in
if we ever bought the demons to his nest.

– Aaron Kent

Answer 4

Television is where family
is more than just a word;
it’s a fantasy that makes me sick
to my stomach, almost leaving a
taste of jealousy in my mouth.
Bloodlines are riddled by things
left unsaid, a darkness over
houses where no child should rest.
Behind a door, that when unlocked,
a cup of sugar is offered to every
neighbor with a smile as bright
as the morning sun, so no one dare
believe in thy sinful ways.
Thus, why the closest resemblance
is nothing compared to who’s really
there for you. There are jackals
amongst a pack of wolves and
sheep with shaved lambskin
wearing someone else’s coat
until it’s worn out like an old
pair of jeans you wore that night
the first time you fucked.
These are memories.
Memories that are ripped away
by the very people you’re willing
to lose sleep over.

– Anthony Desmond

Question & Answer 3 – Anthony Desmond

Question 3

We could do 30 of these Anthony,
or 60, or infinite, or pi (and I stop point
one four through this poem). Or
try to re-enact the Fibonacci sequence
by doing question 1 twice, then 2, 3, 5,
8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144 until we collapse
into an exquisitely formed perfect spiral
and decide to agree that we’ll call it all
a metaphor for art, and then spend
days trying to work out what the metaphor
is: cyclical? Repetitive? Downward fall?
What do you think?

– Aaron Kent

Answer 3

The metaphor is a flushing
of innocence from the
purest forms of speech.
A statement can become
convoluted like twisted
empathy from the mouth
of a belligerent child
or clear like the river
I use in a lot of my pieces.
But, we all see differently:
some look in the mirror
and see all the things
one wishes they could change,
while the other—drenched
in a pool of self-acceptance
like a reflection in a lake
where the water is completely
still.

– Anthony Desmond

Question & Answer 2 – Anthony Desmond

Question 2

Did you know
there is evidence of salmon
with the rings of trees?
And you could swim upstream,
Anthony,
declare a war against
the currents – tides are suggesti
ons not reason to follow rules a
nd regulations. Break the dynam
ic of the twenty four hour news
cycle. Our ears are not trained t
o kill the demons of other peopl
e.

– Aaron Kent

Answer 2

I also mimic a bear—
knowledgeable of
the remnants of fish
amongst my progress.

The smell is pungent
like the breath of those
who smile in my face
and talk shit behind
my back.

– Anthony Desmond

Question & Answer 1 – Anthony Desmond

Question 1

You and I both spent time / walking the boards of internet / chat room /poetry shops / where I could never grow/ because of the sycophantisms / a long kino with no soundtrack / we declared our homes / nuclear-free zones / and ate in carved granite halls / where each wall reflected stunted growth / and no hope / and like for a like please / do you think you found something in the comments of blogspots / or did you just delay the beauty I find so strong in your work / I leave a broken cigarette in a figure 8 by Michigan Avenue / and know it’s ok to embrace your idols / but not to inherit your friends

– Aaron Kent

Answer 1

Like a fallen tree floating
downstream–
no will no curiosity
no force, yet moving
forward with nothing
to look forward to.
This was my position:
on the edge of splitting
with no one to count
my growth rings.

– Anthony Desmond