[New-Poetry] Dean Young Through Mists

[TheOldMole]

Thumbs up for this. There are very few poems that I won't give up on 
reading after I get to a phrase like "When my father died," but this one 
carries me through.

David Graham wrote:
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> *We Through Mists Descry*
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> So much energy. People buying watermelons,
> boarding airplanes, watching their parents die,
> and writing poems about it while above throbs
> the celestial. I love how sadness can turn
> celebratory, the childlike apocalyptic.
> Bees return to their hives, freighted
> with nectars. Shadows rise from the mud,
> flinging back their wet hair and even though
> this seashell is very small, it's still singing
> about the void. Often great tension arises
> between sincerity and rhetoricity imposing
> vague profundities. Outside a man is failing
> to push-start his car, albeit a very polished car.
> Remember how rash Apollo was even while inventing
> calculus? He did it to impress some skinny kid
> milking a goat after all. Let's not forget
> the head in the furnace, how burning is
> laughing and laughing is also crying out.
> When my father died, I saw his spirit snag
> in a tree, a woman running across a parking lot,
> windows full of smoke. When my father died,
> his spirit snagged in a tree then left behind
> its last body of plastic bags. I saw the sky
> wring its blue until it cracked and oils
> leaked out. I thought I was seeing everything
> and could turn off the white light with a switch.
> Satellite dishes in every yard, shiny shiny stars.
> I'd like to be completely free but I want everything
> to belong to me. You fall upon the roses of life
> and bleed and people think you're a fool. But later,
> at the cash bar, the disputants are transformed
> by the lips of their eyes, the sex organs
> of exhaled cigarette smoke. Even if it's only
> skin-deep, once you derive the area, consider
> how the skin goes into the ears, behind the eyes,
> down the throat, that's an awful lot of beauty.
> Once someone told me I should live by water.
> Once someone sold me a surge protector for every room.
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> -- Dean Young.  /Skid/.  U Pittsburgh, 2002.
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