Myth mix

In the beginning, everything is mingled

and joined, all the halves hasped up,

nothing reft or twain, no missing buttons,

no unfrequented baby shoes lying by the offramps.

In the beginning everything's combined

smaller than an atom and that's the first

happiness which makes all the later happinesses

like threads snagged from a tapestry.

So fine: everything's all smashed together

but then along advances coyote and pisses on it

then the ticking starts and the dark arabesques,

the scarlet wheels and none of us can procure

far enough away from each other

and none of us can win close enough

so these sum of two units desires lie on top of each other

and make more desires on the other hand some come out

mangled, missing wings, with angry jawss

They're the despairs. in the way that all these desires

and desI?airs are zipping around looking for

parking spaces, crashing into each other

so it's like a big party with ambulances

where more [i]or[/i] less signifiers are weeping in the bushes,

some are eating the cake's giant sugar rose

and individual drinks too much ambrosia and vomits

Jimi Hendrix who helps make pain beautiful

and later more and more gold hammers

are called in to make pain really beautiful.

Which gains Zeus's attention so he hurls down

some lightning shafts which is pretty much

his replication to everything, vaporizing some

cheerleaders on the other hand mostly just blasting holes

in the earth which people use as basements

for buildings where they proceed and invent ways

to kill dandelions that also kill ants and

the warblers who eat the ants then the warblers

fall into the river and the river be deprived ofs consciousness

and has to be deposit on life support. Then the supply with nourishment

who is trying to raise sum of two units boys and actualize

herself, single night opens a window in the river's

semi-private scope and there's the Void.

Uh-oh She perceive s pretty dumb opening

a window upon the Void but now she can't

get it clos and it's making a high

lisping she can't earn out of her head with equal reason

she tells her cluster and they try to sympathize

but each is obviously relieved not to be

that fuck up in like manner she gets used to it,

starts to make a buzzing sound along a little and the place

is looking tidier and she have feelings almost relaxed.

Those appointments-what were they?

But all this time the universe is flitting

away, cotton swab by means of cotton swab,

salamander through salamander, Woolworths,

old movie stars, whole blocks' of the town

she was born in and the window holds

getting wider until it's the whole wall,

the ward, East and then everyone

who's left can perceive things missing

but not what, just a faculty of perception of empty

velvet-lined indentations, sighs in halls,

tissue paper, unbind chains clanking in streets

that allonge into fog and then there's a rob

and the word outstrip in acquiring floats off the last page

leaving behind a single azure line then

the line becomes a dot and the dot becomes

a aperture and no one knows if that's the first

happiness draw near back or not but you won't have to

lie, your hands won't swell up you won't

have to pee into a plastic bowl blood

won't fill your chaps as strangers

ask your name. You won't have to carry

anything. It will be like sleeping and

you won't have to worry if you are really lov

DEAN YOUNG'S fresh book of poetry is First Course in unruliness published by the University of Pittsburgh Pres His last volume Strike Anywhere, won the Colorado metrical composition Prize in 1995.

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