~ I watched as my numbers tumbled and fell, out of potential, the actual devolve, down to the ground like the rain on a wall, there from the late stage where old age can tell a past, as if cast – an inviolable spell. ~ Had I only seen what I could have been…. Oh […] Continue reading
Tales of the Tribe http://wp.me/p102ON-E6 Synopsis: Society creates the stories it tells itself: factual, specious, apocryphal, dishonest; by any rendition, according to Wallace Stevens, will still be a fiction. Myth wears the clothes of its culture, will always be a social fact, and those who would eschew these basic facets of humanity, will prove […] Continue reading
An abstract journey through concrete Americana with a lagniappe through the “Great Discussion.” From serious humor to light-hearted gravitas, this is a trip you need to enjoy. Poetic postcards of Americana will be provided for. Our trip commences upon your arrival at Union Station, and continues until we arrive at a Paradigm Shift – […] Continue reading
~ Out! Out! Out with the rain! a man and a dog traverses. The water rolls off, and more follows down, falling to fill up more spaces. Cur! Cur! both dog and man! They curry to each other’s favor. One leads the way, the other one follows, slogging through weather, together. None! None! there’s no […] Continue reading
~ Farewell to the ocean, the notion of fun; warm days and sun rays, California sun. Goodbye to the patrons who wished for us well; Farewell to the chevron, two years of hell. Comes now the moment, we knew that it would, lying once latent, it shows when it should. Adios, mis amigos; adieu, everyone. […] Continue reading
…. And now, I am done! I’m way past my Prime. Whatever was, happened – All now lost thru Time. All that which was given, striven, made mine – Time hath re-taken. Time takes its Time. Time, Great Time – Is this thy design? For […] Continue reading
So there you still go now, So once the young man! Now broken and beat up: Is this how you end? Once we were special! Or thought so, back then – Immortal! we thought us! Such powerful men. Nothing would hurt us, On this we depend: Invincible cowpokes, Of the Rio Grande. To think that […] Continue reading
~ There is in this Flower – The Flower of Youth! Good for an Hour – One Hour of Truth. Then, Done! with all Laughter, Gone! in Disaster, One Hour thereafter, An Hour, forsooth! Deflowering follows An Hour of Truth, And all those who follow […] Continue reading
~ Sometimes I go out, my fly, wide open; most times, I won’t catch it, at all! ~ perhaps, it’s a stretch of old imagination, or hoping, it’s a Freudian Slip – not Fall. ~ But aging is different, by old and tired bodies; raging Young archetypes spring forth and then fall. ~ And a […] Continue reading
Each time the mirror mirrors his face, the old man inquires his ominous fate – How has this come, from young to undone? How have I come to this time in space? Time has just taken my life away in drips and drab trickles and plopped down in place This Face! This Face! The face […] Continue reading
How! Thou art strange! One day, sound fabric; Another day, change. Some say by havoc Brought out in fringe – O Tempora! O Mores! Thou art, impinged! What would thee, common, Follow, instead? The dictates of Mammon? Whose body, thy bread? What now dost thou wear? What skin to be current? Again! Thou has changed […] Continue reading
…. first comes the quickening no longer there an ancient excitement long disappeared ~ day in day out so many the year forgotten the wonder that’s flushed from aware ~ too soon it goes lost at the cost of career the myth of excitement as middle age nears ~ daylight delightment a […] Continue reading
…. Pass away, Pass away – Into Oblivion. So much for us And a Great Macho Nation. ~ Two boys of eighteen, one some months older, so close in their ages they could have been brothers, but for the customs of a great nation (still great – not late; like those, which came prior.) They […] Continue reading
so funny is memory of something not there snippets of moments vignettes of what were the murmur of voices no one will hear to recollect faces none now can wear of those who once were and no longer here so funny the memory of places somewhere of that which once was now no longer there […] Continue reading
~ Here are two stories that need being told, One of the young man, the other of old: Into the young eyes pristinely set cold, Each thing a new ring inwardly flows. ~ An old man before him bears dust and grows mold – For reverence, first severance, […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 
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