Three Poems

THE CHALAMET COMPLEX

The first time seeing you

was like the first time seeing the

Call Me By Your Name trailer

sitting in the front row of the

sixteen-seat theatre under the library

where Timothée took my breath for the first time

& I thought who the hell is that

I was nineteen going on twenty

& it was a whole fresh wave of beauty

ground-breaking space for idolatry

new figure for the fantasy

curiosity calling me back that January

to Italy & eighties & nostalgia for things I’ve never had

seeing you was like that

it was like asking again & again

how in heaven can anyone be so

god-shamingly beautiful

you put the sun & moon to bed

with your celestial fingertips

with your eyes telling silent stories

you were unreal from the start

intangible as Chalamet

just a handful of stars

in my vision’s endless sky

just an angel making music out of miracles

see I never expected to find you grounded

to meet you on the plane of social exchange

I never expected to actually be friends with you

& god knows I acknowledged the blessing but

all of a sudden it was so much harder to revere you

so much harder to see you as a dream

& I stumbled over words that seemed unsatisfactory

struggling to string them all together right

speechless & starstruck & overly sentimental

looking for metaphors when you weren’t fiction

when you weren’t literature

when you weren’t imagery

which I couldn’t see through my Hollywood eyes

my perception of everything as pure story

see the thing that’s so good about Timothée

is that there’s no way to love him but in detached ecstasy

in dramatised glorification

in a vision that’s a perfect untruth

& the thing that’s so bad about you

is that that wasn’t the way to love you too.

 

IF YOU ARE EMPATHISING WITH HOMELANDER PLEASE GO THE FUCK TO THERAPY

You know, there are all these people on the internet & stuff 

with ridiculous opinions about art 

like ~ ‘every superhero movie is the same’ (???)

& ‘Ms Marvel is too woke’ as if other cultures are inherently political

or just straight up empathising with Homelander as if 

The Boys isn’t an intensely dark & deeply satirical commentary 

on actual current modern America which I find 

so fucking hard to watch cos it’s too real 

if you are EMPATHISING with HOMELANDER please go the fuck to therapy

& you know they say things like ‘everyone has an opinion!!’ 

which is of course true but theirs is just shit 

I think there’s a difference between saying 

‘Multiverse of Madness is the worst Marvel movie cos the 

writing is a juvenile travesty & the plot sucks & they 

vilified a traumatised woman with an entire developed character arc & the 

CGI’s frankly embarrassing cos the studio doesn’t respect VFX artists’ 

& saying ‘I hate this movie cos they 

diverted from the source material & added a QUEER person’ 

as if altering things from an era where 

LGBT & POC characters were either token or not there at all 

is a bad thing?? 

frankly I have seen enough movies about white men 

Iron Man Iron Man Iron Man Captain America Captain America Thor Thor Thor 

Black Widow wait no just kidding about that last one 

didn’t happen till 2021 

& then! the irony! of these white men! 

being UP IN ARMS when a brown Pakistani teenager gets her own show 

they won’t even give it a go cos they’re not the ‘target audience’ 

boys let me tell you if I boycotted everything with a white man in it 

I wouldn’t have much left to watch  

please just call yourself a racist misogynist & be done 

with these frail excuses 

you know I think the thing about art 

making art, consuming art 

is that it requires empathy 

& if you don’t have any empathy it’s gonna go 

so far over your head cos it wasn’t intended for you anyway 

& you’re there tryna watch this feat of majesty 

from the gutter of your own bigotry 

& sounds to me like that’s

just a shitty view. 

 

I DON’T FUCK ON THE FIRST DATE

We are in the cinema watching Multiverse of Madness

& this movie is unexpectedly trash

but what isn’t trash

is us, sitting interlinked in the third row

cackling uproariously over these shitty one-liners

me laughing at you jumping at the scares

your hand on my thigh

& I, just a little inconveniently horny

like excuse me don’t distract me

from what is supposed to be a good Marvel movie

It’s not very good but that’s ok

cos it’s entertaining in like, a comical way

like a B-grade horror from the 80s

& we roast it as we walk down the Brooklyn hill

in the solitude of dusk

& I don’t wanna ask if you’ve got anything to drink at your place

cos it’s too early to introduce you to

my mild addictive tendencies

but then we walk into your place & your flatmate’s all like

hey wanna drink?

I have a lot to thank this flatmate for actually

cos she introduced us

& she gave me a drink

& she shares her vape with me

but anyway this poem isn’t about her it’s about us

& we sit side by side on the couch

drinking wine & listening to 2010s bangers

but like, the actually good ones unlike

the rest of the 2010s ‘bangers’

it’s surely not that embarrassing to admit that I still fuck with

Good Night by Reece Mastin

& I fuck with you

but I’m not gonna fuck you

cos I don’t fuck on the first date

but then it’s 7am

after a night pressed together & sweaty in your single bed

& I’m like

[insert thirst emoji]

so we fuck, because I want to

because I’m practically begging to

& all the rhythms & angles are just right

just cheeky enough

& in my throes of passion I pull the

single sheet right off your single bed

Inspired by:

The Chalamet Complex - Call Me By Your Name (2017) - The growth & maturing of love 

The Boys (& other superhero media) - The growth of the tv/film industry to be more inclusive & the incapability of dudebro nerds to keep up with that change

Multiverse of Madness (2022) - The growth of a relationship

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