Always A Great Crash

When will the markets fall?
The ghosts of the Palatine know
this.
The futile obsolescence is
faith.
The pillaged and raped tomorrow
being the rich in this hour
with their orange groves.
The ghosts of the Palatine know
this
and yet they build more skyscrapers
in New York City
where the water is rising
and will rise before the migration
to space is possible
and the fiends of eternity will
perish.

From Money And Power

We’re talking about a freedom
from money and power.

What do you mean?

Blank look.

We’re talking about a freedom
from money and power.

Looks at TV.

I don’t understand you.

I gotta go.
I’ll talk to you next week.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Abercrombie & Fitch Equations

We’re here
on the outside
close to clean air.
The green, blue, and gray air.
The beige tones in between.
The air of reds and greens
and browns in the colder
times of year.
The shifting things you want;
we’ve got them.
We shift them.
We shift you.
You want luxury, vacations,
wealth, and freedom.

We’ve got you.
You’re in our eyes;

your hope, your money.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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The People Ad Infinitum

Suddenly there was a gas.
People ran out into the street to
celebrate the banks.
“The banks are here!
They are not leaving!
They have our money!”

They cheered loudly and started
collecting money.
They placed the money in a big pile
and had Big Mike bring his flatbed
truck over
to haul the money away to the bank.
The money has intrinsic value that
gives inflation meaning.
A lot of people had Kool-Aid stains
around their mouths.
They were yelling, giving each other
high fives.
Big Mike honked his horn as he drove away.
Who took the money?
Suddenly there was a flash and a loud noise.
Everyone collected themselves and their items.
They went inside their houses
and pulled down their shades and turned
on their TVs.
The Super Bowl was on.
Lots of really cool television
commercials shined that night.
A lot of people had Kool-Aid stains
around their mouths.
Everyone has to pay taxes.
You can’t cheat death, not with that
level of personal worth.
And Jesus, Leroy, isn’t someone always
watching you?

Skull And Roses Corps

 

we’re not dead yet
us in the room
waiting to die
we’re not dead
our heads aren’t emptied of formaldehyde
yet
Budweiser knows
radiation floats
our teeth don’t chew on yellow ribbons
the soldiers are dead
a few of them
for energy purpose
not like neutrons and plasma
for investment
GMC Suburbans
use
gasoline
commandments
think a soldier
our insurance companies
would like
anti-depressants
back out of our organs
it would be like this if you ever noticed the
signals
and could press rewind or capture and shake
your head
then close your eyelids again
before a neural programmer notices