All we shared was a love of the movie “Zardoz” with Sean Connery and Charlotte Rampling and directed by John Boorman, the guy who made “Deliverance” and “Excaliber”, and how it’s story of Eternals and Brutals could be seen as a metaphor for modern life and that all of us who wanted the world to change but never did a damn thing about it, were really the Apathetics and that everything, absolutely everything, always leads back to the Wizard of Oz and I just want to go home I just want to go home and though sex hung in the air between us like a Zeppelin you could see it you could touch it you could almost watch it go down in flames we never shared more than this but what would have changed? what would have been different? had we fucked instead of Zardozzed? where would we be now? and who really is the man behind the curtain? who really is? Maybe what you’re looking for is at the bottom of a bottle you forgot to finish, or crushed in an ashtray along with all the others you never had much use for, or maybe it’s stuck to the shoe of the one who could have been your everything but has turned their back and is walking away and, earlier this week, I read another poem that mentioned “Zardoz”, and I thought to myself, “What could its writer and I have shared, had we crossed paths?” and what would have changed had I merely looked under the bench, instead of standing up and getting on the bus or was the thing I’d been looking for really just inside myself the entire time?
Max Mundan, What You Are Looking For Lies, Discarded, Under a Bench at the Downtown L. A. Greyhound Station
© David Rutter 2016
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