I am a major fan of Kyle McCord’s beautiful-unusual poems. His two ILK poems led me to picture and imagine and remember many strange and gorgeous things. So I thought of trying to pin down some of those many things. I don’t really know why I thought of what I did where I did; I just did. One of the many things I love about Kyle’s Sympathy From the Devil is how many various, deep, and ineffable feelings it gives me. Where I have linked to poems, sometimes it’s because the linked poem has a similar topic–but usually it’s more like the poem gives me some whiff of a similar feeling.
So without further ado, I present to you, the Lucy Hypertext Version of Kyle’s Sympathy From the Devil.
SYMPATHY FROM THE DEVIL
When you laugh at Satan, the Lord laughs also. But Satan does not laugh
entering and exiting the community college, the snow-mustached sedan
with the conscious math of a man counting every step till April. I wish she’d died
I’m not especially convinced, but it’s not totally critical. When you deny
Satan it’s not like confetti falls or heralding trumpets sound. You go on
relishing your Cobb salad on the promenade. I’ve never wanted to be an alien
more than that moment, to waltz around on that iron and nickel orb. No one
to bring it by. You’ve been away from the world too long, he says.
I know a girl. But I’m lost on the moon already, where you can never
say the same thing twice. No one can look in the mirror or speak above a whisper.