Biography of Troy Younts
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 art of poetry himself. Troy is still perfecting his poetics studies and skills and has not published believing that his talent is not yet ripe enough to charge a price.
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
Right now I have only this ache in place of a heart. I watched as it formed
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.
Two Fifties And A Tomato Cart
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
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.
Ghostly But Not Undead
This world does not mean what you think it means So whatever dreams whatever fantasies
I have only this ache
in place of a heart.
I watched as it formed
in your azure eyes
brimming up to spill
down the perfection of your cheek
and fall across the gulf between us
with a sigh as sad and heavy