STD Clinic Poem

The Coach said not to.

He said simply,

“When it comes up over the hill,
just don’t do it guys,
don’t do it.”

Now you’re wondering where the Camaro is.
Why did it go away?
Why has it not come back around the corner?

But the sun knew the desert well.
The damn desert goes on and on,
and well,
the desert knows the sun.
These are not really consolations for you.
I’m sorry.

The Coach entered the bathroom
and there were tiles,
they were turquoise and plaster tiles,

and he said clearly,
“get me out of here”.

Then
we watched them throw tiles at Coach’s
lifeless body.

The sunrise was beautiful as we wept
and raised our crusty eyes with spatial baptisms.
We wondered why they would do that to our Coach.

We’d been through so much with that guy,
even the Petroleum Wars
where he kept it tuned to AM 1280
and we hid underground.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Jesus Of Nazareth (Third Grade Mentalities)

He did not die.

He lives forever.

He does not live in a world of make-believe.

He did not die.

He lives forever.

He is Jesus Christ.

He is not something floating in the realm of belief.

He walks on water!

He applies to all the stars that have ever existed
and all civilizations across every planet,

for even if
they do not know Jewish Palestinian Aramaic,
ancient Greek,
or English,

he still speaks to them.

Even if
they have have not eyes or mouths,
they still taste and see . . .

he is white,
with long hair,
wears robes,
walks with legs and feet,
and has a beard.

He is real.

Philistine Mathematic

Christ + Missy = Chrissy.
She’s outside the building right now,
behind it.
Chrissy has a couple powers,

being made from Christ and Missy.

Chrissy . . . Chrissy . . . Chrissy.

She’s smoking a cigarette.
Don’t tell Missy.
Christ will be mad.
Christ doesn’t get mad.
Verily I say unto you,
Chrissy comes from the crossing of
Christ and Missy.

Was that Christ or Missy speaking?
That was Christ again,
popping up out of Chrissy,
the telepathic hologram thingy.

Chrissy just put
her cigarette out in the flowers.

Chrissy!

She walked back inside the portable building.

Chrissy . . . Chrissy . . . Chrissy.

Is Chrissy the one who named her dog Steven?

Steven better get back over here.
He’s gone across the property line.

The neighbor’s calling.

Chrissy, you left Steven outside again.

He’s gone across the property line.