Why is it that the Pacific should not
the streets of San Francisco?
Tyrants en forme,
technologists, the correctors,
the autistic logic makers,
. . . the pizza bakers.
Puff crust one is the pizza oven.
Golden long long, far away is night
and naked and to the West,
strangle the forgotten college students,
the hefty educated.
I tie my ropes to be born in Pacific.
The ocean moors the fall,
. . . and the rise of the Privileged.
Stupid earth becomes water.
Smart rockets churn on to Mars.
– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin