Poetry from Nova Martin – America's favorite transwoman feminist lesbian druidess poet
Alien heads,
oh alien heads
laid in bed
looking at a planet
they’ve
come from
so very far away
I laid with
a woman with
an alien head,
the shape of a
suburban housewife’s bob,
the genetic memories
where she came from,
across our
luscious cells.
We stare at the window
blinds
where there is some form
of day
and leftover red
radiated Martian air
that’s out there.
– Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
And while you were sleeping,
the door to the sky
came open.
While you
negotiated your job title,
watched television,
paid on your mortgage,
went down to the store.
The door to the sky.
The door to the sky!
. . . Made many people wealthy
as they colluded with the
pontificates of being,
shipping your dreams and
your genetics
off to the arching, elliptical sky.
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