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Julian Talamantez Brolaski

[WAR MESSAGE!] we dont want yr tools

[OORLOGSCOMMUNIQUÉ!] we hoeven je gereedschap niet

[OORLOGSCOMMUNIQUÉ!] we hoeven je gereedschap niet
            voor CAConrad over de escalatie van troepen


kijk goedvolk
de enige bron van aannemelijkheid
is een vuist in een zachte opening
assik ’n ranch was geweest
dan hadden ze me non stop genoemd
een vruchtbare woestijn
vol harteloze zus-en-zoos
de hele ton boter daarna was ranzig
we hebben xijr & xijr tot zwijgen gebracht
samen met de kippen in onze pens
hé bloedje, hé stakka
niet van elkaar te onderscheiden
hou jij van je broerzusje
zoals zij doen zoals zij doen

[WAR MESSAGE!] we dont want yr tools
       for CAConrad on the escalation of troops
 
 
look gentlepeople
the only source of likelihood
is a fist in a gentle orifice
if I’da been a ranch
they’da calld me bar none
a fecund desert
full of heartless so-and-sos
the tub of butter thereafter was rancid
we put xir and xir mouth ta rest
along with the chickens in our maw
hey blood, hey sucka
as like to one as to th’other
do you love your sibling
as they do as they do
Julian Talamantez Brolaski

Julian Talamantez Brolaski

(United States of America, 1978)

Julian Talamantez Brolaski is a two-spirit and transgender poet of mixed Mescalero and Lipan Apache, Latin@, and European heritages. Brolaski has published four poetry collections, including Of Mongrelitude (Wave Book, 2017), which was a Finalist for the Lambda Literary Award. It is also the lead singer and rhythm guitarist in the country bands Juan & the Pines and the Western Skyline. Brolaski...

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[WAR MESSAGE!] we dont want yr tools

[WAR MESSAGE!] we dont want yr tools
       for CAConrad on the escalation of troops
 
 
look gentlepeople
the only source of likelihood
is a fist in a gentle orifice
if I’da been a ranch
they’da calld me bar none
a fecund desert
full of heartless so-and-sos
the tub of butter thereafter was rancid
we put xir and xir mouth ta rest
along with the chickens in our maw
hey blood, hey sucka
as like to one as to th’other
do you love your sibling
as they do as they do

[WAR MESSAGE!] we dont want yr tools

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