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
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This world does not mean
what you think it means
So whatever dreams
whatever fantasies
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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.
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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.
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Right now
I have only this ache
in place of a heart.
I watched as it formed
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