Watchin' Melville
						
			Directed by John 
			
                    Huston,                        screenplay 
					
                                           by

                             Ray Brad-
                                      bury
         age six,           at

The Bronx Opera House,         Saint Ann's Avenue, 

            New York City   I watch 

(the races of all men)               SHIP-OUT 

             on cinematic-ocean      hands-to-hands

turning                    MAST-to-MASS

             (in search)         of something . . . 

HUGE,        something     WHITE

      (the camera goes across . . .)

                            waves/sky 

      taking me . . . 

  like a flower . . . against 

            its strong     current/lens

  (i can only pretend that i'm there with other eyes 

          or that this wave 
rushing us all out into ocean deserts 
          will return 
somewhere sane and 
          familiar, somewhere we'd like to go 
but the sky is full of wavering 
          debris sparkling 
of failed enterprise 
          new leviathans  
reconfigure currents and 
genetics . . . abort seasons
perception and 
                    roll us 
end over 

end 

flower falls 
     onto white page 

first blood 
     opens into night 

sound moves 
     under water 

sky breaks 
     through her eyes 

paint brushes 
     against sea bottom 

whale surfaces 
     speaking the mother 

     tongue    lips    skin 

we live 


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