Thanatos Apocalypse Hexer Teeth

The passing of the body,
from one boat to the next.

This place where the planes been
downed
by war.

The architecture of white men,
the place,
all places,
the cremate servants of the beast.

Leaders of corporations.
Scaffolds of skulls.
Blitzkrieg and beat fast.

The passing of the body,
from one boat to the next.

O poem of the tropics.

The land. The lands!

Submerged on lost planets,
so far across stars.

We’re lost, our ancestors.

Subjugation to death.

Unformed and worshiping of it.

– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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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

Moustache, Sunglasses, Ball-cap, Dandruff

On Sunday, June 19th,
Jesus Christ
will be preaching
his stuff
at
your local Waffle House.
Complimentary
blood grits
will be served.


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

Battleship Nachos

Everyday
I count the battleships

Many more, many more do come

In your backyard we eat potato chips

The grey hulls show on water
as if like instruction manuals at night

We cut our hair
to celebrate the information . . . their information

I’ve left the canned chili in the cupboard on purpose

Rodger God comes for the blueprints

And we continue to count many more specks,
many more
on the horizon

We have to hide the information from
they hid theirs from us

You know, the fucked up eyes and fingers

Let us break those fingers and plant the turquoise
in the ground
for the squirrels to love in spring

Go there now in Corvettes,
GMAC Financing has zero percent A.P.R.

Go to the big big bay to see


– 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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The Historian

Andre The Giant announced the new realism –
contextualism,
while Academians worked to validate the status quo.
Andre The Giant died on the Twenty-Ninth of January
Nine-teen Ninety Three.
To some he was known as The Gentle Giant.

The liquors we drank in the House of Prin,
for our predecessors some of them French,
we drink and continue ‘til every sunrise
the fiesta of our livers,
united by the way your mouth and children want things,
like gift certificates and save the rain forest.
We observe.


– 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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Autonomies Not Spoke

It is the night of the Prix-et South.
Women all over the city
get together and have sex
in groups of five.
The fifth woman being in linear with Saturn,
her legs spread
with the left knee pointing to Pentheus
and the right one pointing to Intortium.
Here
is placed the thrown of the tongue
and
lifts them all into liberation.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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The Countenance Unto Doctor

“God having a penis.
The reasons, Dr. Morgan Rutherford;
I spent time by myself alone
and no one came.”

“And you say God has a penis?
Why can he not have problems
with his asshole?
Or, viscosity and talking lips
that ramble the fates of men?”

“But Doc, how glorious should I die
in the stillness of the countryside
with a 12-gauge shotgun
blowing my fucking brains out?
Stallions run outside.
Oak trees dream under that sky.
My parents would say ‘O my God’,
God would die with me,
would he not?”

“Well yes, yes, I am doctor.”

– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin

Jesus Of Nazareth (Third Grade Mentalities)

He did not die.

He lives forever.

He does not live in a world of make-believe.

He did not die.

He lives forever.

He is Jesus Christ.

He is not something floating in the realm of belief.

He walks on water!

He applies to all the stars that have ever existed
and all civilizations across every planet,

for even if
they do not know Jewish Palestinian Aramaic,
ancient Greek,
or English,

he still speaks to them.

Even if
they have have not eyes or mouths,
they still taste and see . . .

he is white,
with long hair,
wears robes,
walks with legs and feet,
and has a beard.

He is real.