The Reasons Of Production

When you kicked over those boxes
they knocked over the other boxes
containing the styrofoam cups.

It broke a lot of them.

You yelled “fuck you” at the boss one time
and you’ve never worked
when you weren’t being supervised.

I have yet to see you
put the broom and the dustpan up
at the end of the day.

What Happened At Arby’s®

The hug of humans we saw it.
We called for it
in
the
wild

and

the creatures left us.

Left us by sunlight and beaches.

What else is there after beaches?

Silicon dioxide, photo albums,

mountain peaks in the distance,

the beating of spouses
leaves us
as barren as the landscapes we’ve spoken
by our own bones alone,
by the Ford Ranger parked under awnings,
the cigarettes on the dash.

Your mouth was empty when you ate only bread
tilted your head, had anger,

we have to deal with our conscience.

The cotton shirt had stains as they walked out,

remembered forever.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Sacrifice Ye Ancestoroid

Run ‘round the rotunda brother.

Run ’round the rotunda mother.

I will bash both your heads in,
the both of you,

while you are running around the rotunda,
mother and brother
clouds do tell

the King Makers, the King Killers
lined up all around the rotunda.

You worship on both sides of morality,
worshiping, worshiping, worshiping.

Worshiping the whiteness of light
and the whiteness of stone,
the smell of mineral or concrete,
lemon scented candles,
white cotton sheets.

The Aztecs were tipped off sideways,
off into the sun.

I killed them in the Spring,
it’s like Summertime here.
My telegram to the county commissioner
standing right now by the church
said:

“O, my brother and mother are dead.
I have killed them.
In Spring it’s like Summertime here,
ten o’clock yesterday morning,
they were the walking dead,
the bait fisters . . . the bait fisters!

I’m sorry but I cannot fix this
with their knees twisted backwards, broken in time,
that bloody time
they broke with their damn bait fisting, the bait fisters
still walking, still worshiping.

It goes on in the programmatic genetics.”


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Destructo Market World

I’d like to invite you to war.

“War is hell,” my grandfather said.

Things are going to be on sale.

After the war
there will be volume buying power.
There will be everything.

We are fighting this war for freedom.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Testing The Booky

Dogs bark
at the sea-break,
buildings getting
taller and taller.

I guess we’re testin’ the booky,
testin’ the booky.

A philosophy teacher
once told me,
“Go out there,
and test that god-damned booky.”


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

The Segment In The Bible About “Mob Mentality”

“Mob mentality allows us
to make fun of disabled children.

Mob mentality engenders us to say stuff like
‘Ah yeah, booyah bitch!’

Mob mentality solicits a group from loneliness,
from loneliness,
to support a Republican or a Democrat,
consent it to a president,
consent the apathy of
otherness.

Mob mentality is the great right right goodness
that defines an ignorant people.”

– Zebucus (at the Sea of Similarity)


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Antipoémus (poetry book)

Perfectly Controlled Sectors

A world without elasticity
dreams on from here.

The world of having a job,
riding a train,
dreaming of retirement.

As I come in and see the
tall buildings.

Every second in time, I see,
this gets more and more
attuned.

The manner in which this is
all
broken into
perfectly controlled sectors
I cannot count.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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The Billionaire’s Pastiche

Riot. Riot. Riots.

They have built a mountain out of
symbols.

A net, a web, a pedagogy of
controls.

Who was this man?
Who are the high-excluded,
the killers of the four Kennedys?
These star controllers
with patents and chipsets,
electrodes and diodes,
combines
colluding the genetic flora genomes,

oh, a far off quota
hidden in iron mountains under
different ultraviolet spectrums.

For we must be altered
so they there,
so they there can live.
Remember the Agora!
Remember the Forum!

But the riot. Riot. Riots
could stop this
if words could meet them
on the other side of the electrical
divide,
beyond the spell of electrical devices,

in their hearts out in the streets.

The Riots . . . The Great Rejection.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Target Department Store Poem

Before humans I’ve passed,

it’s light from an afternoon
shone

the muscles and fat that have made
the day’s echo

asleep with my silence under trees
in a yard.

In the human way I’ve had eyes,

counted days without a parent,

tongues without a language

and architecture sheltering tribes.

From what point on the calendar
have they come,
they do not know,

but they have trailed home
to cells of containment and electricity.

These are provided . . . these are provided.

And the satellites we don’t count,

we do not see the great migration
and the accords of ownership.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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The World War 1 Of Capitalism

Were they killing their minds
as they marched into muddy
battles
blood fueled of cigarettes
bearing the weapons
of industrialism

profiteering the madness
of madmen
to exalt the mass market
the mass cause of advertising
ideologies
the mass murder of
freedom and country
the mass masses
the peons

the grand mass extinction
plan

the good common people


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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