Beings And Time

Where are you in the year?

The epoch is in the year.

The epoch eats fruit.

The Universe knows beings;
beings are owners of things.

Beings are time;

Marilyn Monroes,
Michael Jordans,
Ronald Reagans . . .

beings are time.

The Universe knows beings.

(Of course)
The owners and beings have questions.
The owners and beings attend conferences.
Who is the owner?
Who is the being?

The Universe knows time.
The Universe knows time.

(Of course
the owners and beings attend conferences.)


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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1990s Kids

They want to be celebrities.
Red between electric screens.
Talked about and gawked and
known.
They want to be known,
badly known in the
cartoon world of TV,
raised on TV,
juiced a constant trickle,
the fake effective, the fake feedom.
Did someone like what I did?
Did someone notice me?

They want to be celebrities.
Not on humble nights,
in the den
eating microwave pizza and
drinking Pepsi.
They’re supposed to be Generation Next,
but no one’s drinking Pepsi!
How will come the celebrities?

Be a solopreneur.
Be a thought leader.
Get ya some.
Get the world, Big Face.
Get that face to be bigger.
It’s all about marketing.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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General Dinner Prayer (Etude Of Subordinates)

 

O life of this bird,
breaded and deep-fried.
Padded hands of god
laying the skinless muscles down
by auroras of gold and marble.
To seasoning, to spice, to oil.
For the oligarchs who
spend their vacation in God’s house:
the celebrity-chef cuisine.
For the executives who do their will:
the Palm Springs five-star cuisine.

That we may be so fortunate
for them to bring it down to us lesser,
the human beings.
Amen.