I wuz
masturbating
to that new app that
came out
cuz when I’m dying
I wans sumz ones
to take my digital phone
and shove it down
my throat
to save me.
Tag: luddite
Perish for those unknown
the ways of perishing
haunt the wood of farmhouses
the worries of housewives
we shall not perish as stone
I promise you
perish in riches or searches
the lashes of the ocean
those that seek SHALL perish
the ones who speak
the misguided seekings
are no better than computers
or all this software cast about
we are flesh and blood
in this household
we are bonded together
your mother, brother, sister and I
but the father is wayward
and symbolically, the same as illusion itself
in the elements of the Universe
testosterone is insignificant and has no register
and software is always virtual
don’t be software
we are flesh and blood
in this household
– Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
Let us turn to the land.
You and me.
You.
From this pollution.
The purpose of humans.
Turn. Turn. Turn to the land.
Or abandon the pollen fallen
from willows.
At night the stars show
then in day still burning.
We refute such odd existence.
Being but not yearning.
So turn as a plow turns,
turn as the leaf turns,
turn as the tree turns.
Turn from the rock, bone,
threshed into soil.
Turn. Turn. Turn to the land.
– Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
from:
Humble, Humble Love (poetry book)
novamartinpoetry.com 