Myth

Myth

It is not a biblical garden, or even a biblical sea
More like a kindergarten, and a mommy’s or daddy’s knee
Nor is it ambrosia, or any miraculous brew
It is television and radio, not what you know, but who...
and you, and you, and you--

Start with the sun,
And proceed
Moon, water, earth
A dry, crackling birth
Of trees already turning
Even as your eyes first open

You know there's no
Time left for learning
When the tree falls dry
As a pond in late summer

Only toads know the roads
That remain
Open beyond the first full rain

I'll make a myth of you and you,
Make a myth of Mom and Pop,
Of brother and brother and sister,
And cats in the neighborhood.

You and you and you,
Nogod.

I don’t forgive you all
I don’t forgive myself


Make a myth to wipe it out
Make a myth to keep it new
A myth of me, and you, and you
Them and those, what no one knows
I'll make a myth out of truth

I’ll decide for you, and you.

If you grow wings
If I am feline
That's not white, but fine
And flying too -
Maybe me, surely you, and you.

You'll know about sungods,
And catgods, and drinking
You'll know about pain,
An onus
Of too much thinking....
Some love, some laughter may occur too -
If not to me, surely to you, and you.

Suburban sets and oddball
Families...

gods are never normal.
Cats are never mere,
But what they mean is true.
So am I, but are you, and you?

Football in the street:
Straps bragging breasts
That weren't really there -
Nicknames that hurt

More than a tackle on the hardtop
An even exchange of eye for tooth,
Everyone as bloody as you and you.

Some kind of communion
In a suicide's trailer
Our sin turned in
To apples in the garden

Witless we drank
Like the mothers before us
The lushes,
The luscious for nothing -
The cheap thing
The forgetting
The death of our fathers
The turning of our brothers
Into dead fathers too -
What did we miss, me and you and you

There are days spent
Parentless -
White days of lonely cats
Looking for home

Provisional days, days in cars
Where you and you
And even me
Began looking otherly,
Not mythical but real
At least to me:
Mommy and Daddy and Grandma too -
And you, and you, and you.

It was the other side of the freeway -
Bodies lay
All guts and yellow tarps

We were safe
In our fifty seven ford
Immaculate
A way we'd never been before--

Those spirits crossed
In our eyes we turned away
We were all blonde and
Better than brave
We were safe to assume
We'd remain, me and you and you.

Time speeds the wheels
That turn
Truth into a myth
Love dispels time
And decimates death
So what is true?
But me and you and you and you?

We're all gone, we don't
Need to admit it -
Evidence suggests we never were
Our darkened hair
A furry tongue
Cats on tenth lives explain
There's no room left
For all the blame
The pain of birth is
Giving and taking
What you're not allowed to retain
Give it a name,
Don't destroy it -
Every day is never new
Unless I'm near you and you and you.

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