Poetry from Nova Martin – America's favorite transwoman feminist lesbian druidess poet
What do you think’s going on in
Los Angeles, California right now?
Do you even care?
Didn’t you know
they have architecture there?
There are buildings made for thoughts.
It’s causal and starts whatever
sentence
it wants with it’s.
In thoughts, a body made of thoughts,
this kind of place is this;
it’s casual always.
Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
I kill God today,
“Odd”, it said my father,
“You live, but not in the House of Vacations.”
The jungle we can bend
with the credit cards we’ve rented
to make it to L.A.,
the journey to the Capitol
of the Good-life’s consciousness.
To see God bathe
as He who has His form and penis.
The Murderers by His pool!
By His devoted architecture!
“Odd”, it said my mother,
you live but not in my house,
for you, my son, have killed God today.
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