My Thing

Hispanics love big celebrations.

They’re having babies more than anyone else on the market.

We do know that they send a lot of money home.

A lot of banks now are trying to get into that market
because there is so much money there.

Most Hispanics, Mexicans specifically,
really like a lot of colors,
they like to have a lot of color around them.

L.A. has by far the largest segment of the market.

Because it is my baby I feel very strongly about it,
I very much love this market.

It is my thing;

the Hispanic market.

* This is a found poem taken from a conversation I overheard a marketing
director have with a coworker of mine once upon a time.

– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Alder 9 The Robot Talks With His Master

“Alder 9,
this is a mud shit mess
I tell you,
a mud shit mess.
Alder 9,
are you registering this
with yourself?
Master,
why’d you bring us here?”

“The course of resources is possible here,
according to the genetic terminus,
as the famines and wars served their purposes
on Earth
and as the Earthlings say,
and also in Heaven.”

“I wish I was in Heaven right now,
I’d go to the recreational platform.”

“Alder 9, most Earthlings don’t know
about the recreational platform in Heaven,
let’s not mention it out here.”

“Alright . . .

Look! On that ledge,
something’s moving!”

“Oh God, oh no,
up there!
It’s a bus full of school children!”

“It looks like it’s those dinosaurs and barbarians
over there.”

“Alder 9,
let’s fucking roll,
stop lollygagging around!
Move it,
fucking move it, you chintzy bastard!”


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Le Grand Cyberattack

Le grand cyberattack came down from the clouds
one day when I was walking through the park
and passed by intellectuals hanging out,
reading novels and plays.
They sipped coffee, wore berets, ate baguettes.
The berets could be replaced by dark skinny jeans,
disheveled tshirts or designer sport coats
depending on what is marketed at the time
as being the look of the thinking or creative person.

Le grand cyberattack happened in between the floor
of my apartment
and was hardly noticed except by animals and
small creatures
living in an invisible world well beyond our consciousness.

TV was almost devoid of the grand cyberattack
but for the producer’s laptop computer being denied
internet service
while he was trying to purchase last minute airplane tickets
to war-torn Syria.
The effects of le grand cyberattack were unregistered
in Syria
and he eventually made it there to tell us on the television
how it really is
over there.

The future projected to me in cartoons when I was a child
was completely wiped out by le grand cyberattack.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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The Dialogues Of Plebius

“I want to marry Dionysus.
Can I marry Dionysus?”

“Dionysus was a woman.”

“So.
I have a strong bow,
a chariot,
burial sites full of Egyptian riches,
and genuine Nike sneakers from the 1980s.”

“So,
do you have a moustache?”

“No.”

“Was Walt Disney
a gay homosexual man?”


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
from:
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Lovers Of The Century (poetry book)

Postscript

Learned how to be a “valuable” worker
in a free-market economy.
Also learned to be a “team player”.
Did not learn to reject
the free-market economy
because that upsets
everyone else
still stuck
in the sham show shit scam mess.

This has a 99.9% chance
of being your postscript.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Epsilon Heroic

He can punt like a motherfucker.
Jared can throw it far.
I got the size,
you got the power.

When is Marcus going to get his car?


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin

Los Burger King Pimploss

Bury my body in Burger King

that it should be usurped into Living
where
the Universe parts

and the boxes of the same things
with the same music playing

shall be the Key to Freedom.

. . . the beach of the first light.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin

Digital Egotist Millennial

It is after a great storm.

We were all washed away.

Even me.

“Me!” “Me!” “Me!”

Except digitally.

That is what’s left.

The oligarchs own.

The plebeians are digital.

“Me!” “Me!” “Me!”

The Influencers publish.

Go with me down to the store
in Barcelona

to get the whole seed mustard.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Riddle Kippler

There was one long ago

a human who lived as one

but now the one of the collectively
none
had done the undone
that returns the silence of the era.

The ones and twos stand with shoulders and skin
and worry which is which, who will see

who will see me
do the things I do
standing as such in a way that others may be

looking at me.

I posture and fix my hair, set out,

go to the shopping center, greet, handshake

look for life as American Idol on TV.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Slowly On The Spaceship You Finger Me

Slowly on the spaceship you finger me.

I look out to all the worlds,
I see the Orion nebula.

I realize suddenly I am a man
and you are fingering my asshole,

you are making me feel like a woman —
there is warmth and stars before us.

You devoid my heroic masculinity.
You are a woman and have a vagina.

If I was a more cowardly person
I could not admit this,
say a politician,
a banker,
or a soldier perhaps.

I take on certain things,

for this is my will on this voyage.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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