The poems were in my Aunt Evelyn's safekeeping. I feel a bit slighted - that Uncle Tom didn't share his talent with us when he was alive. I would've loved the chance to tell him how good of a poet he was. It's obvious his intent was to publish his poetry - in his notes, "The Thoughts of a Man" as a book title was brought up several times. He made inquiries to various publishers; to no avail.
So I've taken it upon myself to go through my uncle's poems and assemble a book of his poetry, just like my self-published Blurb book, PASSION = TRUTH (order it here - what?...always promote! yes!). And Uncle Tom will finally have his wish. I've just begun the process of reading his work. It's gonna take some time. (That dark lettering on the bottom left of the cover is already bugging me. Too hard to see.)
Incidentally, I realize the appeal of poetry to some can be - well, it can be ethereal. Subjective, airy, pie in the sky, head in the clouds stuff, rhyming bullshit. So I chose one of Uncle Tom's poems to share, one I'm sure most can relate to:
"A Little Drunk"
I came home, I think a little drunk that day.
I was a little drunk 'cause I didn't have enough money
to get drunk all the way.
But I was feeling rather good, a little numb,
also gitty and a little dumb.
I could hardly walk, it happens don't you see,
I couldn't find the house much less the key.
I couldn't find the house much less the key.
I knew somehow that this must be the place.
I remember the light in the window, and also falling on my face.
I got up and didn't feel a thing, except that at that point
I started to sing.
'Carry Me Back', I guess was the song.
I don't think it lasted long.
It was a goofy way to end the day, and the next time I get drunk,
I'm going to get drunk all the way.
Copyright © Thomas Ircink, 1971
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