Attainment For The Jesus Brain

I have a TV in one room.
I go into the other room to watch the other TV.
Call it the Hall of Wisdom if you want.

I drink my sodas at the half hour of every hour.
Call it the Sacredness of Life at this point;

the Hours of Opportunity,
the Attainment of Ability;

purchasing.

from AntiPoemus.com

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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

PictoPoem of S.T.R.E.N.G.T.H. Cats

STRENGTH-Cats-WP

It’s the poetry that bleeds for us, from the bleeding that those on the top are doing from beating and beating us. As long as we have our TV shows, social media, and iPhones, they can keep on beating and beating us.

S.T.R.E.N.G.T.H. Cats
from ANTIPOEMUS.com

Sojourn Pizza Sci-Fi

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
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World In Night

I go out into the world.
It’s dark.
Only insects, lamplight, and night.
You’re not there.
Evil is though.
Lots of evil is out there,
all around in the night.
The trees gather closely
over the sidewalk.
These trees know how to live
with good and evil.
Humanity does not.
So I am scared.

– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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S.T.R.E.N.G.T.H. Cats

In the middle of the night I awake
to the smell of bacon and eggs in the air.

The people of the world
are outside on the lawn cooking bacon and eggs
for the President of the United States.

The United States military is standing all around them,
pointing guns at them
while they cook bacon and eggs for the President.

They give him the eggs of their daughters,
their ovaries for an American football match,
a contest of strength.

The President is the Signifier of Penis.
This sentence is the signifier of rape.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
from:
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Antipoémus (poetry book)