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.

For You, Not Others – Americanism Software Export

The job was one of journalism,
where real resides,
behind the scenes kind of things,
more real than what you’d consider real,
fixing hot dogs or making sloppy joes.
No,
it is real.
What is real?
Who’s the realest?
Aren’t you more real than the next one.
Look over your shoulder.
See that deal,
it reflects light more than for others,
for you, not others.
Certain places are more real than others.
Los Angeles or New York City for example,
yes, they’re more real.
For real?
For real.
The pain you feel is justified most
but the presence is not that you feel pain.
Being so real, there’s not a lot that others perceive
in you.
You’re real.
The job was one of journalism,
where real does for real most really reside.
I would definitely like to touch you,
but I don’t think it’s possible,
you’re untouchable,
in control,
don’t become out of control,
stay real,
you are the real deal.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Just A Texas Girl

Well, she tried moving to New York

and she tried moving out to L.A.

but along the way she found
something else she had to say

and that’s that she’s just a Texas girl

. . . just a Texas girl.

Although she was born a little boy

in her travels and her pain

she found the greatest truth in the world

and that’s that she’s just a Texas girl

just a Texas girl
just a Texas girl

just . . . a . . . Texas . . . girl.

Best O’ Best Bentley

best-o-best-bentley

All of these buildings in New York City,
for whom have they fallen?

Should we build a city for the Master Humans,
to outer space,
to Disease Central Hospital with the power of satellites?

Disease Central Hospital
is the end of the line for heaven.

The end of the line for awards and winning.

The Capital of Capitalism has synthesis
in perception and cancer

and certification circles,

a.k.a. children.

All of it
born in
D.C.H. Systems.