Poetry from Nova Martin – America's favorite transwoman feminist lesbian druidess poet
A river runs through my ass,
a ball of worlds.
Pissing and shitting,
a Neanderthal of time.
A ball of worlds. The owner of words.
Perhaps a turd.
An invitation to intellectualism.
A turd. A toilet.
A turd and a toilet,
I dig for survivors.
In the face of things
I again survive,
even watch the sunrise,
my farthest Laura of the Petrarch.
The intellectualism hast not survived,
I am Son of Man.
Amended. Amended.
A toilet. A toilet.
– from Antipoémus
I have a TV in one room.
I go into the other room to watch the other TV.
Call it the Hall of Wisdom if you want.
I drink my sodas at the half hour of every hour.
Call it the Sacredness of Life at this point;
the Hours of Opportunity,
the Attainment of Ability;
purchasing.
In the middle of the night I awake
to the smell of bacon and eggs in the air.
The people of the world
are outside on the lawn cooking bacon and eggs
for the President of the United States.
The United States military is standing all around them,
pointing guns at them
while they cook bacon and eggs for the President.
They give him the eggs of their daughters,
their ovaries for an American football match,
a contest of strength.
The President is the Signifier of Penis.
This sentence is the signifier of rape.
Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
from:
Antipoémus (poetry book)
Guns de Militaire
guns of the gangsta
[large and proportional distances]
The poetry of journals
The poetry of the great White sentiment
Guns de Militaire
a poetry of the lower classes
[are there class distinctions?]
The Guns de Militaire
oh, but wretched guns of the gangsta
Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
from:
Antipoémus (poetry book)
The commodity-discriminate-hospital
on purpose a backing of the
commodity-segregate-economic-system.
A champion, a prized artifice of war,
the ruler-commodity-hierarchal
of the only-thing-holy
commodity-segregate-system.
The commodity-sad-emotions and
commodity-bored&tired-spending
keep you in check,
not thinking outside of your
commodity-place-where-they-need-to-be-kept-those-people.
Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
from:
Antipoémus (poetry book)
Suck my bleach,
yo President whitey.
Suck my bleach,
yo President whitey.
When the kingdoms you want,
the kingdoms you create.
Suck my bleach,
yo President whitey.
You suckin’ people’s faith.
You suckin’ people’s fear.
Suck my bleach,
yo President whitey.
Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
from:
Antipoémus (poetry book)
“Mob mentality allows us
to make fun of disabled children.
Mob mentality engenders us to say stuff like
‘Ah yeah, booyah bitch!’
Mob mentality solicits a group from loneliness,
from loneliness,
to support a Republican or a Democrat,
consent it to a president,
consent the apathy of
otherness.
Mob mentality is the great right right goodness
that defines an ignorant people.”
– Zebucus (at the Sea of Similarity)
– Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
from:
Antipoémus (poetry book)
Hierarchal Order
Rulers
Dominion
Eloquent Poetry
Penises
Non-Inquisitive Loyalty
Subservitude
Individual Wealth
My-Way-Or-The-Highway
Narrative
Symbolic Order
Ownership Of Resources
– Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
from:
Antipoémus (poetry book)
I climbed into a world of apartments
where teenagers sat within.
I went to many parties,
ate chips n salsa, popcorn, and pizza.
Then I realized
it was not a world of apartments
where teenagers sat within
eating chips n salsa, popcorn, and pizza.
But rather,
it was the United States of America.
And it went on forever.
– Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
from:
Antipoémus (poetry book)
The toilet in Cairo did not work.
The toilet in Seattle did work.
The water stains in the toilet bowl.
The toilet in Mexico City did not work.
The toilet in Chicago did work.
The towels were complimentary.
Complimentary.
The toilet in Calcutta did not work.
The toilet in New York City did work.
The rose colored soap did smell.
The rose colored soap could not be found anywhere.
Children were included in the price.
Children were not included in the price.
The toilet in Gaza did not work.
The toilet in Miami did work.
There were new people included in the price,
beautiful women to jack off to on TV.
The toilet in Kingston did not work.
– Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
from:
Antipoémus (poetry book)
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