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Troy Younts, firstborn of three boys, entered the world via the rural landscape of Oklahoma two years before the Summer of Love. He watched the moon walk and the fall of Saigon on televison and wanted to be an astronaut. As a daydreamer gifted with a powerful imagination, Troy was enrapture by poetry at an early age by the works of Percy Byce Shelley, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Walt Whitman Emily Dikinson, John Keats, Lord Byron and Robert Frost. He discovered the Beats late in life and was thrilled will their emancipation of the poetic art. Adding Ginsberg, Kerouac, Ferlinghetti, Dianne Di Prima, Amiri Barakka and others to his favorites, he began to practice the ... more »
Troy Younts Poems
A skillfully loosed dart
flies from my bow-strung tongue
straight through your heart.
More sure than Cupid's arrow long ago... more »
Right now
I have only this ache
in place of a heart.
I watched as it formed... more »
The human genome machine betrayed me.
It got me drunk and horny and seduced me
with Life's burning need for itself
and I've infected my wife with my seed.... more »
Two.50 calibre rounds destroyed the old man's head
there was nothing left in the space
where once eyes, nose, mouth had lived
his face was shredded... more »
I watched a painter at her work
dipping and swaying before her canvas
brushes and pallette in her hands were
transformed into magic wands and pentacle.... more »
This world does not mean
what you think it means
So whatever dreams
whatever fantasies... more »
Beautiful Alien
The human genome machine betrayed me.
It got me drunk and horny and seduced me
with Life's burning need for itself
and I've infected my wife with my seed.
Together we were duped by DNA
and my wife gave birth to a beautiful alien today.
It was barely free of the womb
when stark amazement seized me as
I looked down to see my own eyes gazing back at me.
Then, with tiny wrinkled fingers
she reached up into my boney cage
pushing past connective tissue,
beyond stomach, liver, kidneys and lungs
probing for the warm, pulsing center of me.
Finding it ...
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