Residence With Artists

I think I have to pee,
gonna go pee,
“go pee”.

Pissed by an oasis in the Sahara.
Pissed in zero gravity.
Pissed while it was pinching me,
deep breaths,
blistery breaths,
blistery piss, red colored piss.
Pissed out my medication.

They got me shitting
like everyone else does here,
I do not like it.
My urine sat in toilets,
went unnoticed,
until I got caught up in conversations
about the fine quality of Atlantisean porcelain,

they made me flush it.


– Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
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Lovers Of The Century (poetry book)

Love After Isolation

You live with it,
you sleep with it.
It’s your computer.

You take it to the shed,
there is wood and wood to chop,
your computer sits in front of
a can of turpentine.

The grass grows tall outside,
you are at a farm in Texas.

O Penthius!
Penth Fist!
our world is made of bone and air!

The sun shines in through the window
onto your computer.

– Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin