Poetry from Nova Martin – America's favorite transwoman feminist lesbian druidess poet
We never walk at sundown.
We could live better on this planet.
You hold your dark eyes
and I hold mine too.
If everyone stays inside their house
and guards their possessions
then we’ll call this planet “Earth”.
You have a forehead made of stone.
I remember the scent of stone.
A solar star burns
and
mortals go capturing its light,
but we could live better on this planet
so I guess
you’ll have your possessions
and I’ll have mine.
Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
There was one long ago
a human who lived as one
but now the one of the collectively
none
had done the undone
that returns the silence of the era.
The ones and twos stand with shoulders and skin
and worry which is which, who will see
who will see me
do the things I do
standing as such in a way that others may be
looking at me.
I posture and fix my hair, set out,
go to the shopping center, greet, handshake
look out for life as American Idol on TV.
Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
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