Poetry from Nova Martin – America's favorite transwoman feminist lesbian druidess poet
I can have a Kyeurmic love
in myself
that leads me to be joyous,
giving,
charitable,
easy & patient,
exuberant,
realistic,
authentic,
forgiving,
accepting,
and
gentle
with myself.
So that I can be all this
with the many lovers and friends
I love
and respect their liberty to be
who they are with themselves
with this world
and with other lovers and friends as well.
Life is one soul with many colors.
I can live in color.
The Kyeurmic love is made for lovers.
Jhoon teethokwa dawn tathoo’way!
I sleep with books.
Electricity plagues the
howlers dreams
wanting of what is shown
and things
the moment becomes
a want of one thing
then the next
the next status
celebrity
big opportunity
become be a thought leader
drill into the brain
who has noticed me.
But I shut my fucking
mouth
put away those electric screens
breathe in through the nose
heart beating calm
in a house with lots of wood
and at night
I sleep with books.
We call it an all-in-one.
It brings the world to me;
to ME.
It alters my view.
The world is now.
The world is now me.
It helps me see this.
This is what I see.
Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
I see the inhumane shapes
of women in shop windows.
I know that God exists.
I have to know that God exists
. . . as I see the inhumane shapes
of women in the shop windows.
Things cannot be made,
such as the shapes of women
in the shop windows.
These are of infinity,
burned perfectly in neurons,
and they are not agenda.
Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
You wear logos.
The wearing of logos
makes you
feel good.
It makes you who you are.
You are the person
wearing logos
with meaning.
Your meaning is
to be a person and
to wear logos,
to wear the marks of
corporations.
Corporations are
people too.
You give them a voice.
They speak through you.
In your sacred moments here.
Corporations are
sacred too.
If they are not… then why are they?
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