Homo-Soluble

Clearly I see now the carbon women
and their symbols

from their suburbs and the Centers of Ine,
the shopping,
they’ve attracted the loyal conscript eyes
looking for the moment and its eternity,
salvation of self, bandage of head,
every glance kills this self of her universe,
she trades
the confidence of sex organs

a million universes have fallen,
fried potato skins and appetizer plates,
she looks for the stopper of stuff and time,
the heroism and the TV message.

Clearly I see now the tired men
and structures they build as both
the laborers and architects,
they are hourly and salaried,
with after-shave, as business owners,
you’ve seen them,
they support
and she makes wishes in her parlor room,
or at airports on the precipice of
salvation vacation,
the fields into outer-space,

I have killed and it was this self
inside the windows and the archetype
on the town square.

– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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