The Segment In The Bible About “Mob Mentality”

“Mob mentality allows us
to make fun of disabled children.

Mob mentality engenders us to say stuff like
‘Ah yeah, booyah bitch!’

Mob mentality solicits a group from loneliness,
from loneliness,
to support a Republican or a Democrat,
consent it to a president,
consent the apathy of
otherness.

Mob mentality is the great right right goodness
that defines an ignorant people.”

– Zebucus (at the Sea of Similarity)


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Antipoémus (poetry book)

Three Ages For Women

A middle aged woman
driving underneath a
midsummer’s thunderstorm
in a Kia hatchback.

She used to be attractive,
but now she doesn’t see
women who look like her
in the magazines these days.

She’s a teacher.

Had her hand chopped off
in a combine
working in cornfields in Kansas
as a teenager.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Hark, The Cement Factory

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The Cement Factory
received the votes from Television
in
suspension in the air
promulgated the holy
high fructose corn syrup
in lungs
materials
combined from the fields.

The cancer research institutes
with the quotas,
pipelines from the funders
in the keep,
the blast padded walls
of the Cement Factory,
one in Siberia,
one in Oregon.
We keep watch of good
economies.
People have lined up.
The keepers of the Factory.

We turn to you Television.
We listen.
We receive The Activations.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin

Spooky Season

When I am impoverished
in the countless different ways
would you mean
what it is to eat
in the chain restaurants

the role playing tourists

the people who have aunts and uncles

the specialized drinks
the unnaturalized offspring

the séances walk backward
to be holding the dead

in the waiting area spilled fajita meat
gets picked up

by
those
with
back
problems

the séances walk forward
the superchurches are peopled


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Perfectly Controlled Sectors

A world without elasticity
dreams on from here.

The world of having a job,
riding a train,
dreaming of retirement.

As I come in and see the
tall buildings.

Every second in time, I see,
this gets more and more
attuned.

The manner in which this is
all
broken into
perfectly controlled sectors
I cannot count.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Alien Heads, The Candy

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 the
suburban housewife’s bob,

the genetic memory
where she came from,

across our
luscious cells.

We stare at the window
blinds
where there is some form
of day
that’s out there.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Love After Isolation

You live with it,
you sleep with it.
It’s your computer.

You take it to the shed,
there is wood and wood to chop,
your computer sits in front of
a can of turpentine.

The grass grows tall outside,
you are at a farm in Texas.

O Penthius!
Penth Fist!
our world is made of bone and air!

The sun shines in through the window
onto your computer.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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The River Primavera

Not to masturbate
for lovers long gone
I learned there that night
shooting my semen into the river.
My heart was beating.
The moon was her boobies.
She held my brow.
My semen bubbled, foamed-up,
and drifted away.
I write the Senate Commissioner’s Bill.
My penis hangs low
on the banks of the Potomac.
I’m an inside traitor.
The cattail wavers. I go away
through the darkness
commissioned in
the last century.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Journalism Of The Americas

There were three
Middle Eastern boys
driving around
with a car bomb.

That’s all they ever really do,
drive around with car bombs.

I am Mexican.
I watch TV.

I am black.
I watch TV.

I am white.
I watch TV.

Whitey. White people.
TV good and grand for white people.
Clean your moustache, Officer Mitchell.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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