Transsister Poetry
Joan Of Arc
For when the trap door benieth me open swings
My spirit will be free to fly
Eat, drink, laugh, it's a party
Wears a necktie
Sold in the store
She was only having a Deja Vu
L
T
Julie
A woman outside
The concideration
Of a lesbian
Is no woman
You might be
Woman enough
To take my man
But until I
Am woman enough
To take your woman
No woman
Am I
Therapist
Surly there’s a difference
Between the male and the female
Mentally ill, and she should know
Presume it’s how she gets her pay check signed
A volunteer when she sees me
In a benevolent yet professional attempt
To deal with my mental decomposition
Still she is taken back
Having invited her to read
A collection of my poems
I hand them to her nicely
Typed out and orderly
Not at all what she expected
Scraps of paper with mumblings
And scribbles in wads
As if I were one of those guys
Men who sit on park benches
With Einstein eyebrows and soup line IQs
Drooling over four letter words
And trying to catch a glimpse up some woman’s skirt
The truth is often heard
Not so much in what is said
And stomached in the ear
As what is not and digested in the brain
You’ve got a dick you retarded fuck
Though it’s something she’s never seen
But dick equals a boy, a man, a male
So just get off the vagina thing
When she stated her expectation I kne
But perhaps I knew in advance of that
This woman who presents herself to her
Is not a woman seen by her at all
Trans-phobic Meditation
A male to female transsexual says it for you
Sad you may have want to say
A waste at best a throw away
A girl inside a boyish body
Her birth a loathsome pure queer day
Because she differed from established perception
Took a diversive path without direction
Must she now be shut away?
Denied the warmth of all reception
Take away her un-ordained life’s walk
Put her head on a chopping block
So as to keep the proper exceptional life
Safe from gossip and unflattering talk
Let’s see to it she suffers and suffers much
Say again they should all be damned
As should whores and queers and such
Let no one think ever God had this planned
So say it piercingly that all may hear
And none will make the vile mistake
The voice of the heart should be loud and clear
When stockpiling reasons to rail and hate
Let none like her your bliss forestall
It’s you that matters most of all
Best to shun her and keep her away
From the graceful folk she may appall
This creature object of moral disgust
Repugnance, aversion, and distrust
May she never know a moment’s grace
Better yet the day she returns to dust
Of the sacred sovereign woman, lady, female, girl, and I
Impingent in her realm am a defective, a cancer,
A disease, a spy, an infiltrator from an enemy camp.
Barbara
I hadn’t really thought about it
That much until today relating
The incident to another party
Only that it was a common thing
Such injustice should befall my life.
To date the subject, un-addressed
Is just a story to tell when story time comes round
To use as an example of when the wind
Way back then blew the grass to the east
And not the west that brings it all to this
Don’t you just hate it when the story’s unclear
On who is and who isn’t the grand protagonist
A game of throw and catch
And no one cares at all except
Of course the owner of the ball
I mean I wrote the letter as I said
I hit the nail on the head perhaps is why
After all this Christian time dead air
Is the only resound of any kind
I have had as far as feedback or reply
She fired me, and the reason as to why
Has never been quite explained and I suppose
That it came as a slap in the face
No one would have maybe ever thought
And after that I was gone to no return.
When some girls cry it’s like the world
Comes apart like a fallen chandelier
While for others of us it’s as if we,
In as much, maybe more, pain of heart
Had but merely; slightly dimmed it’s light.