The fluffy pizza pillow,
I remember its fabric textures
my whole life.
Thinking this is life,
textures of fabric.
We eat them and they change us.
Then
we have fabrics running
all through us.
Until I die
in the future
on a space station
turning ’round a violet star.
I believe these fabrics
have lived me.
They have been me.
Me, the one who ate the
plush toy pizza pillow.
– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
They want to be celebrities.
Red between electric screens.
Talked about and gawked and
known.
They want to be known,
badly known in the
cartoon world of TV,
raised on TV,
juiced a constant trickle,
the fake effective, the fake feedom.
Did someone like what I did?
Did someone notice me?
They want to be celebrities.
Not on humble nights,
in the den
eating microwave pizza and
drinking Pepsi.
They’re supposed to be Generation Next,
but no one’s drinking Pepsi!
How will come the celebrities?
Be a solopreneur.
Be a thought leader.
Get ya some.
Get the world, Big Face.
Get that face to be bigger.
It’s all about marketing.
– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
I climbed into a world of apartments
where teenagers sat within.
I went to many parties,
ate chips n salsa, popcorn, and pizza.
Then I realized
it was not a world of apartments
where teenagers sat within
eating chips n salsa, popcorn, and pizza.
But rather,
it was the United States of America.
And it went on forever.
– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
from:
Antipoémus (poetry book)
