Birth And Euripides In The Bow Of The Starship

You hardly have a face.
You’ve barely managed this.
No one’s computer made you.

But someone and something configured this moment.
Or nothing at all.

There’s a fight between the atheists and religiousites
in the hall.

Food, protein particles, fruit bowls and punches
thrown all around.

Fallen on the floor are worlds discarded and more
places for the shadowy existences to escape to.

In this kind of moment the sacred humanness must have
been born.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Enzyme Face With Gravy

You, the bite of grape after wine,
I cried on your breasts.
My tears fled to the desert,
waves of sand, waves of water.
I made oceans fall apart
when the world was just beginning.
Took bites of cheese in front of you,
swallowed.
The cliffs of mountain sides
were falling down every 24-hour cycle.
Infantile planets do that.
You must pick them up,
raise them to their solar star
so that they will photosynthesize.
I was thriving in your tenderloin muscles,

a co-enzyme I think I am.


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