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Shah Jahan

“His Majesty Shihab ud-Din Muhammad Shah Jahan, the King, Warrior of the Faith, may God perpetuate his dominion and sovereignty”.

God doesn’t perpetuate dominion.
There is only one dominion.
The dominion of ALL.

God?
God flips over leaves,
folds them,
crushes them,
turns them to dust to the wind.
To this, they are gone.
They are off,
off to be something else.
Now, are they even themselves anymore?
Or one in the same with the ALL.
As they always have been.
Not their dominion.
Not your dominion.
Just dominion. One dominion.
ALL.
No sins, no lords, no losers, no winners.
ALL.

For tender human,
stuck in dichotomies, insecurities,
and powerlust,
God doesn’t perpetuate dominion.
There is only one dominion.

Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin

Poems

Morality And Mortality

I’m wrong.

I’m full of mortality.

Portions of me
were an orange from Valencia.

Portions of me
spoke to my classmates
in an auditorium in college.

Portions of me
walked through the Agora
at midday
with pieces of billion year old
dust all around.

I’m wrong.

I’m full of mortality.

You turn your eyes away from
these words.

You’re wrong too,
opps, wrong again.

The evening sky burns pink
and orange
turning carbon particulates
into our lungs.

Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin

Poems

World In Night

I go out into the world.
It’s dark.
Only insects, lamplight, and night.
You’re not there.
Evil is though.
Lots of evil is out there,
all around in the night.
The trees gather closely
over the sidewalk.
These trees know how to live
with good and evil.
Humanity does not.
So I am scared.

Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin

Poems

The Reasons Of Production

When you kicked over those boxes
they knocked over the other boxes
containing the styrofoam cups.

It broke a lot of them.

You yelled “fuck you” at the boss one time
and you’ve never worked
when you weren’t being supervised.

I have yet to see you
put the broom and the dustpan up
at the end of the day.

Poems

Sacrifice Ye Ancestoroid

Run ‘round the rotunda brother.

Run ’round the rotunda mother.

I will bash both your heads in,
the both of you,

while you are running around the rotunda,
mother and brother
clouds do tell

the King Makers, the King Killers
lined up all around the rotunda.

Worshiping on both sides of morality,
worshiping, worshiping, worshiping.

Worshiping the whiteness of light
and the whiteness of stone,
the smell of mineral or concrete,
lemon scented candles,
white cotton sheets.

The Aztecs were tilted off sideways,
off into the sun.

I killed them in the Spring,
it’s like Summertime here.
My telegram to the county commissioner
standing right now by the church
said:

“O, my brother and mother are dead.
I have killed them.
In Spring it’s like Summertime here,
ten o’clock yesterday morning,
they were the walking dead,
the bait fisters . . . the bait fisters!

I’m sorry but I cannot fix this
with their knees twisted backwards, broken in time,
that bloody time
they broke with their damn bait fisting, the bait fisters
still walking, still worshiping.

It goes on in programmatic genetics.”

– Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin

Poems

Destructo Market World

I’d like to invite you to war.

“War is hell,” my grandfather said.

Things are going to be on sale.

After the war
there will be volume buying power.
There will be everything.

We fight these wars for freedom.

– Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin

Poems

Testing The Booky

Dogs bark
at the sea-break,
buildings getting
taller and taller.

I guess we’re testin’ the booky,
testin’ the booky.

A philosophy teacher
once told me,
“Go out there,
and test that god-damned booky.”

– Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin

Antipoémus, Poems

The Segment In The Bible About “Mob Mentality”

“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)

Poems

Perfectly Controlled Sectors

A world without elasticity
builds long memories in my dreams.

The world of having a job,
riding a train,
dreaming of retirement.

As I come in and see the
tall buildings.

Every second in time, I see,
this gets more and more
attuned.

The manner in which this is
all
broken into
perfectly controlled sectors
I cannot count.

– Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin

Poems

The Billionaire’s Pastiche

Riot. Riot. Riots.

They have built a mountain out of
symbols.

A net, a web, a pedagogy of
controls.

Who was this man?
Who are the high-excluded,
the killers of the four Kennedys?
These star controllers
with patents and chipsets,
electrodes and diodes,
combines
colluding the genetic flora genomes,

oh, a far off quota
hidden in iron mountains under
different ultraviolet spectrums.

For we must be altered
so they there,
so they there can live.
Remember the Agora!
Remember the Forum!

But the riot. Riot. Riots
could stop this
if words could meet them
on the other side of the electrical
divide,
beyond the spell of electrical devices,

in their hearts out in the streets.

The riots inside of their hearts.

Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin