Spooky Season

When I am impoverished
in the countless different ways
would you mean
what it is to eat
in the chain restaurants

the role playing tourists

the people who have aunts and uncles

the specialized drinks
the unnaturalized offspring

the séances walk backward
to be holding the dead

in the waiting area spilled fajita meat
gets picked up

by
those
with
back
problems

the séances walk forward
the superchurches are peopled


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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The Twelve Antiquities

Hierarchal Order

Rulers

Dominion

Eloquent Poetry

Penises

Non-Inquisitive Loyalty

Subservitude

Individual Wealth

My-Way-Or-The-Highway

Narrative

Symbolic Order

Ownership Of Resources


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
from:
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Antipoémus (poetry book)

The 100 Trillion Distances

The door to my room
looks like it goes somewhere,

to a land of opportunity maybe,
to a corridor leading into outer space?

The light of my room
is a day
under which
isolated men lay scattered on islands and beaches.

Their skin and my skin,

it is more different here than the planet the women live on,

the all-exuding sun! the all-exuding sun!

it is more different here than the planet the women live on.

There are 50,000 islands between me and the next man,

languages as vast as the stars
that we mutter to the mercantile winds,

tears that no other civilization will know.

We beat our heads with rocks
as we stand on our islands looking out to sea.

The light of my room is a solitary place I dwell.

Would you call this existing in an atmosphere
of phosphorescent glowing

. . . a body of penis and beard and prison?

It is appearance.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Children Of The Baby Boomer

You bring me bones,
I cannot walk.

You have the hours,
I don’t deserve time.

It is nothing anymore,
there in that cheap
apartment building,

my father has a moustache,

he smeared SpaghettiOs
on the walls.

We live in a giant daycare nursery
built for the entire world.

My flesh is not as good
as the muscles that hold your
back.

On Monday
I’m boarding a space cruiser
for the land of opportunity.

You have the hours,
I don’t deserve time.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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The Massey Loader

This is called the Massey Loader.
You put layers of chicken in it
and from emulsion and other processes
you get an output of
layers of chicken, cheddar cheese, and
bacon.
It was created by Harold Berwin in
Milton, Ohio
for the Handy Corps Food Corps
Company.
It’s used to make MacDonald’s
and Burger King products.
So, it receives fair praise
for efficiency by
highly distinguished executives.
Executives know a thing or two.
They have a high influence quotient
and buyer’s formula.
The Massey Loader’s also used to make
cat food and dog food.
It helps feed both humans and animals.
It’s humanitarian in its nature.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Residency Delpeshian

I climbed into a world of apartments
where teenagers sat within.

I went to many parties,
ate chips n salsa, popcorn, and pizza.

Then I realized
it was not a world of apartments
where teenagers sat within
eating chips n salsa, popcorn, and pizza.

But rather,
it was the United States of America.

And it went on forever.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
from:
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At The Axis Of Night

When the desert was outside
I dragged the dildo outside
and pointing to the South wind
I plaintively said your name,
looking at the edges of Tuscon,
“Raymond . . . Raymond . . . Raymond”.
The wet glaze on the
polyvinyl chloride phallus
became lost and muffled,
muddled with dust.
I coughed and my lungs hurt,
a lone bird chirped in the distance
towards the east,
towards the chain hotels,
the sad glow of logos,
the chain restaurants,
the generic corporate way of life
we all know.
Then,
I walked back inside to watch
Channel 8,
still mumbling to myself,
“Raymond . . . Raymond . . . Raymond”.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Commuter Train

I have seen her breasts
pressed in between
blouses and heaven,
viewed her wedding ring
turn magazine pages
in the reflection of the
window,

going south on her
morning train
away from her husband,
suburban home, and
children,

into the city for gray rooms,
stale breath, business reports,
and the remnant of
what was human,

going south on her
morning train.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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A Winter At Valley Forge

We took drugs,
we charged on the military.

The military filed reports
saying
“you can’t charge on the military.”

The President filed reports
stating
there was a new war against the military.

CNN covered stories exonerating
War Machines.

It was opened a
Henry Kissinger School for Diplomacy.

It was a four for one sale, Margaret.

We loosened our diapers and
played with our doo-doo.

– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
from:
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When I Am White

When I’m a white person
I go on vacation
where I pet horses.

These are the horses the locals use
to plow their crops.

I think they’re beautiful and special.

Both, the locals and their horses.

For a moment,
I remember the color of the beige walls
back in our living room
and how we need to update
the light fixtures.