~ “Ah!” The learn’d Astronomer said, “Whitman wasn’t nice to my kind.” “Maybe.” I said, “But how do you find the ideas that sprang from his mind?” “Well, of that one poem,” the Astronomer said, “of a captain and his ship; that one was not of his favorites. But, I sure liked it.” […] Continue reading
~ It’s all over now. Things do fall apart in pieces, but sometimes together. With Tricky Dick it was over real quick. It happened so fast, it seemed quicker. First went the VP, and then in a flash, Dicky went down, like the others. The last one to fall was the […] Continue reading
~ Zero Week, it is a treat, Transcendental mental kind of retreat. Zero Week, it leaves effete the masculine, immortality of boys. It leaves them effete; they begin to sink, down through the ambience of a realm self-retreat. A mental defeat, but non-discrete. to forms for one’s self-preservation. There’s shots to take; changes […] Continue reading
~ of Zero Week, before we got Basic Training, they woke us early – much too much early, for teenaged boys unused to the AM, at five o’clock in the morning. That was the time – Intolerable Time! – teenaged boys were conditioned to ending their day in a slow recline; but now, topsy […] Continue reading
i Zero Week of Basic Training, a week that doesn’t exist. An extra week tacked on afore; I asked once, was told, “don’t exist.” One extra week to justify staples, hardware, software, and “stuff.” And the boys of the club, they’re barely adults – Poseurs that still dream as children. […] Continue reading
~ A girl and a boy, together they play; friends, if but only today. A time will soon come, as it always does, and lead each other away. She’s cute. He’s pretty. But Nature betrays the neat from the normal; there’s nothing abnormal that Nature obeys. […] Continue reading
~ I went to a poetry reading but I didn’t know anyone there. And the quorum was small, maybe twenty in all – I’d expected a larger affair! When half-way through presentations self-importance, all itself, just left. It left me bereft, except expectations, which in due time itself grew upset. It […] Continue reading
~ I hear the birdsong, thrilling. I see the young girls, thrilling. And still! I was just as willing. All of that was yesteryear. There’s no sense regretting; there’s nothing besetting; the here and the now, where we live. Forget it. It’s gone. […] Continue reading
~ A child will be born To a latter-day father: It might just be one son, Or maybe a daughter. Out of one thing, And, then, into another. Nothing of parenting Had entered his head. But one life – Then everything! Is gold, where he tread. Who knows of the paths? […] Continue reading
~ It’s Garden Day all across Central Virginia! And it comes but just one day per year. It’s the one day when the people, of Central Virginia, are out touring all the gardens of neighbors. And who are these people, the people will greet, but some other of people, in […] Continue reading
~ Dear Heart, this is just crazy! It’s crazy and wacky, and so tacky, too. It’s crazy to ask me, and whacky as well. It’s crazy and wacky what you want me to do. It’s not that I’m lazy. Oh no! I’m not lazy! And it’s not that I’m Crazy, what you ask […] Continue reading
~ Those crazy things that young will men do – worlds of dangerous delusion, bombs and breakage, wreaking the wreckage. Young men know not what they do. I was one once; how about you? Still a bit young? Okay then, skip you. You must have some […] Continue reading
~ I once had a joke I thought was so funny, because people laughed when I told it. I thought I would turn the joke to a poem, because people thought it was funny. But when I would read this new humor poem, I could count on the dead-letter faces. How funny, […] Continue reading
…. with one in a room it’s theirs alone a Freedom To Be astounds another one enters a couple is found a third then comes in it quickly descends into fight or perhaps into party with four or more each is ignored but new-found Freedom implores in the realm of the rare find Freedom To […] Continue reading
~ The boy is just eight He receives all the hate All the anger Invidious Envy. ~ Behold thus the Danger: If one man, too many. What bestirs of the Breast Which Hides within Heart? Or the Head When a Soul Is just Dead? What Moves Such a Man To Physical Violence? […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 