Dean Young

Why I Haven’t “Outgrown Surrealism,” No Matter What That Moron Reviewer Wrote
October 13, 2013 Young Dean

Why I Haven’t “Outgrown Surrealism,” No Matter What That Moron Reviewer Wrote

 

I still love the sound of breaking,

the tearing of the page, fruit that splits

when it’s ripe. Not sticks and string

or a 30-page instruction manual

when I need a kite, when I need

a dragon in the sky. More and more

only the irrational holds me

to this earth not that I need Apollo

knocking off my helmet to tell me so.

Give me a bird crashing a window

in the darkness of daylight, a red

wine stain on my good white shirt

and a dog-park where we scatter Chloe,

some blowing back on our shoes in a very

Chloe-like manner, two living dogs

coming up to us wagging hard enough

to levitate in recognition. The body

is a vessel of flames flickering

and even in  dreams I say my love’s

name so picture me for verisimilitude

made entirely of sunflowers but keep

the long scar in the center of my chest,

under it a grim doctrine frolicks

on a dissecting table. I who have been

restored by cardiac shocks, dropped

into morning wanton and struck.

Dean Young’s next book, Solar Perplexus, will be published in 2019.