Poetry from Nova Martin – America's favorite transwoman feminist lesbian druidess poet
Capitalism is addiction.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes, it is.
Heaven
I think is being able to love.
No, not drugs.
not the love of drugs.
Love. Love!
Love, love, love, love.
Love is not the love of drugs.
For heaven is being able to love
without using drugs
with the pure feel of love
in the sunshine
like kittens.
Like 2 little kittens in the sun.
Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
Seldom
is
the daybreak
seen
by people
who need
to see it.
May
the city-dweller
rise
from
their TV dream
and be afflicted.
May
their veins
give up on the wine
the Roman Catholics
have given them.
At least meet me
in a heroin clinic
if you want to talk
about the Buddha.
– Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
from:
Lovers Of The Century (poetry book)
In the night
there are people
overdosing
but the night
belongs to Michelob
yeah, the night
belongs to Michelob
and in the night
where people drink
Michelob
people are overdosing
on drugs
yeah,
people are here
overdosing on drugs
and
people are there
overdosing on drugs
and
people are here
and now we have drugs
so
many many many many
god-produced drugs
yeah, now we have drugs
yes, now we have drugs
turn on your television
it says to take drugs
and the night belongs to
Michelob
and the night belongs to
Michelob
but, what’s the night?
yes
what’s the night?
yes
what’s the night?
yes
the night belongs
the night belongs
yes
the night belongs to the code
of the drug
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