Journalism Of The Americas

There were three
Middle Eastern boys
driving around
with a car bomb.

That’s all they ever really do,
drive around with car bombs.

I am Mexican.
I watch TV.

I am black.
I watch TV.

I am white.
I watch TV.

Whitey. White people.
TV good and grand for white people.
Clean your moustache, Officer Mitchell.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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As Brother

I’ve gone beyond the walls,
beyond the walls of Athens

to smoke my cigarette

with the Arabs, the Africans, and Persians.

Though I go not here to
turn on Athens,
to show no one the entrance into her,

but to be with these ones as other,
to smoke with them
as brother,
in the hours of the citrus sun,
the yellow, the gold, the white, and red,

for those of us who have arms and legs.

– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin

The Efficacy Of Tourist

The toilet in Cairo did not work.
The toilet in Seattle did work.

The water stains in the toilet bowl.

The toilet in Mexico City did not work.
The toilet in Chicago did work.

The towels were complimentary.

Complimentary.

The toilet in Calcutta did not work.
The toilet in New York City did work.

The rose colored soap did smell.
The rose colored soap could not be found anywhere.

Children were included in the price.
Children were not included in the price.

The toilet in Gaza did not work.
The toilet in Miami did work.

There were new people included in the price,
beautiful women to jack off to on TV.

The toilet in Kingston did not work.

– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
from:
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Tactic Racial Lullaby

When the twilight was falling
American soldiers took their babies.
. . . for babies must be taken . . .
Whose babies?
Where babies?
Babies gooby goo-goo?
Do people still need babies?

When the war against the Arabs started
Americans hid their babies.
This baby.
My baby.
Cannot babies live subterranean?
They are very tiny diggers.
Teensy tiny, dig, dig.

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

When I Am White

When I’m a white person
I go on vacation
where I pet horses.

These are the horses the locals use
to plow their crops.

I think they’re beautiful and special.

Both, the locals and their horses.

For a moment,
I remember the color of the beige walls
back in our living room
and how we need to update
the light fixtures.