Broken

By Terry W. Gintz

Defying the current trend of contemporary poetry, using simple but profound language, and risking absurdity in the face of critical review, the author seeks to revive the content of what constitutes poetic jargon, and thereby initiate whatever social change is possible following the path of bards of old. Oh Boy.

When you walk around without a clue
you are broken
When love leaves you flat
and empty inside
you are broken
When nothing seems to work
to heal your wounds
you are broken
Accept that and you're on the right track
you are broken

Welcome to the human condition

• Language: English
• Publisher: Terry W. Gintz
• Release date: Sep 12, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301256532

Terry W. Gintz

When I'm not doing anything else, I read a lot of novels. With years of experience as a poet, it's not surprising that I developed an interest in writing my own novels too. Given the multi-faceted iconoclast I am and the great affection I have for my wife it's also not surprising that the books I write are innately eccentric, robustly erotic and critically anti-establishment.Fractals have been a passion for me since around 1984 when I read Mandelbrot's The Fractal Geometry of Nature. I designed my first iterative fractal program (then called ZPlot) in 1989 on an Amiga 2000 computer.Since 2007 I have been heavily involved in lapidary or stone creations. You can view these at http://tgintz.epizy.com/ along with 3d prints I've made based on 3d fractals from my software.

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Broken

Poetry By Terry W. Gintz

Copyright 2012 Terry W. Gintz

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When you walk around without a clue

you are broken

When love leaves you flat

and empty inside

you are broken

When nothing seems to work

to heal your wounds

you are broken

Accept that and you're on the right track

you are broken

Welcome to the human condition

For Bevster, who taught me the meaning of unconditional love

CONTENTS

Femme Fatale

The Practice Racket

People's Choice

Worthless

Bag Balm for the Masses

A Kiss Before Sleep

Yankee Spaces

Comment: The Daily Drudge

Never List

Some Musings While Hiking the Beach (without pen or notebook)

While Love Lies Sleeping

Under Whose Curse

Honesty Blues

Rag Necklace

All the Same Song, Milady

Lemon Tree Harvest

After The Fall of Mankind

Angels of Deception

Corporate Citizenship

Bucking the Tide

Poems 2001-2008

Proclamation

Simon Says (Roses Are Blood Red)

Torum Decorum (If the Hat Fits, Wear It)

The Fact In Fiction

The Messy Outback

Peach Fuzz Resistance is Futile (The Bush Philosophy)

The Price You Pay

The Salt Trader

Designation Runes

Between Doctrine and Salvation (The Crisis Unfolds)

So Clearly Out of Bounds

Pleasant Street Revisited

The Library Between the Lines

While Hope Is Not Bidden (Hope can still be given)

Evidence

Whatchawantfromme

Identity Thief

Idolizing the Third Reich Is An Insult To Humanity

Prep Talk

Short Circuit

Poems 1999-2001

Impulses

Teaser

Posthumous Repast

Don't Rush

One Hundred Mailers

Turn the Knob Slowly

Prelude To Haze

Burning

Crushing the Little Green Apples

As the World Bends Over

The Last Strike

Beauty In Truth

Spanish Moss

Moribund Elective

On Rereading Kerouac's 'POMES'

Srebrenica

The Hanging Judge

Plastic Dreams

Stepping Down (Like a Warrior)

Insufficient

The Gardener In Repose

Graphing The Infinite

Primal Cloak (Wolf Song)

Rush Hour (Zero Emissions)

Twenty Mailroom Questions (Not Necessarily In Any Order)

The World As Contemplation

Welcome, Apocalypse

Passing Comet

Inconclusive

Ye Ol’ Republicanos (What’s That Smell)

The Drunk's Last Sup (Moving On)

Stress Management (Silly Putty)

The Unreasoning Season

No More, Mr. Wizard

A Clear Summer Day (Pilot, Pass On)

Haberdasher (Mailer's Fragment)

Blimey

Specialty of the House

Coffeebreak At Madonna's

Sky King

Beyond the Shroud

Postscript to Atta's Sunset Diary

Every Utterance Is Significant (For President Bush)

Warm Grasses And Dark Shadows

Poem For Irma

Femme Fatale

Just between us

you were too much

Mink tail touch, the air

sizzled in your presence

You could have been an actress

the way time molded to your voice

Like a little girl

you wrapped me up in knee-highs

and drew me close

Just between us

your kitty-cat