Food Food Inth Sacred

I would like a Texas Double Cheeseburger™.
I should want an era of mass advancement.

I would like an order of Biggie Fries™,
for it is an era, my fine Plutarch,
of the haves and have nots.

Is it not a moment of contemplation?

[a time for barbecue sauce and
Crispy Chicken Nuggets™]

I play with my ketchup.
I play with my doo-doo.

Living in this era, it is like
playing with ketchup and doo-doo,
mixing it up, ketchup with doo-doo,
eating food food
(like this so,
humane and mythological).

These things get up and walk to the deity.

The deity baptizes them “food food”;
for they have walked, actually walked,
the Texas Double Cheeseburger™,
the Biggie Fries™
and Crispy Chicken Nuggets™,
etc.

in the bodies of human life-forms.

from AntiPoemus.com

The Elementary School Across From Whataburger

The little girl is talking to the trees
But the trees won’t wake up
To tell her what she needs

How her hair is
Who her friends will be
What side of town her family should
Live

The trees are old
They’ve lived long enough
They think it’s stupid what they’d
Have to explain
So they stay asleep
And the other kids avoid
The little girl talking to the trees
Because she’s different
And won’t walk around in circles
In the parking lot
Like the rest of the kids are told
To do so by their P.E. teachers
Because it’s a part of the curriculum
The planning of making tomorrow’s
Americans
On purpose be like this


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Los Burger King Pimploss

Bury my body in Burger King

that it should be usurped into Living
where
the Universe parts

and the boxes of the same things
with the same music playing

shall be the Key to Freedom.

. . . the beach of the first light.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin

Appointment With Directors

Chase the hills in Mexico,

followed the tones of your skin into shadows,

by the morning the sun was there

all eyes were open
and the beaches bartered eternity,

I reached for a tortilla.

The moss and mold hid, then fell apart
underneath
the eyes of the onward looking directors of Universe.

Afternoon cascaded down your legs
dribble dribble
and my head feels so good,
I smell the old plants,

let me eat the oranges in a still room,
god damnit, I am like an old man.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Rosa For Our Feudal

Today she is working
in the sunlight of a courtyard,
bringing police officers and civil clerks
tortilla chips and soda-water.

Rosa is bringing the sunlight on trays
to her masters.

They issue dollar bills and sustenance.

Poetry Gen 1.1 (Old Tyme Burger Shoppe)

you cannot surpass

the ketchup and skullz.

you cannot surpass

Ye ketchup and skullz!

in Texarkana, Texas

there is a place called

Old Tyme Burger Shoppe.