Message One Home

I learned today of the “Enigma Doorway”.
I know our people cannot understand it.
Twelve thousand “teams” will assemble for this,

under the many dimensions and
backdrop of Saturn’s sky

but not lest our brain is broken
by the mechanisms
of our own authoritarian fear

shall we start the initiation to the stars,
shall we de-skin ourselves.

Bloodface you will look at me
and see my bloody face and the things of flesh
that hang
and know that I have seen through you,
seen into the EYE,

But how long will you press upon us,
and will you ever find
the book of stone that we have secured
in our place of the Earth and humans?

You have found this now,
let your heart dissolve the allegiance to
their structures.

Find us in our homes.
You will be known as one of the
joonteethokwai.

– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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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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Alien Heads, The Candy

Alien heads,
oh alien heads
laid in bed
looking at a planet
they’ve
come from
so very far away
I laid with
a woman with
an alien head,

the shape of the
suburban housewife’s bob,

the genetic memory
where she came from,

across our
luscious cells.

We stare at the window
blinds
where there is some form
of day
that’s out there.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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