Taking Apart A Pot Of Coffee

while i was taking apart the pot of coffee
the hipsters looked in
then came the yuppies and suburbanites later.

dude
what are you doing they said
that thing ain’t a model of the universe
it’s not on tv
you’ll never survive like this.

looking up at the beige walls
i continued to take apart the pot of coffee
many many many winters passed
until i had a beautiful beach at my feet
many many many winters i must stress.

you can collect your paycheck for 30 years
watch tv
have a career
get clothes, money, houses, gadgets, cars
or you can take apart a pot of coffee for infinitum.

be forewarned
if you take apart a pot of coffee
people will heckle and belittle you
they’ll grow old in front of your eyes
if you’re good you’ll be sent to a state home
for doing so
if you do things right though
you’ll be happy regardless of your income or location
while taking apart this pot of coffee
in fact i don’t believe income or location will matter
in the long run while doing things as such.

you can take apart a pot of coffee
in a bathroom
on a spaceship
on a mountain top or while waiting on a table
for an mri.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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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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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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