The Inequalities Of Women

She lived
while other women
in her church
died,
got breast cancer,
had heart attacks,
grew old.
Her arms stayed thin
on the bone
while others got fat
and flabby,
marbled with vericose veins
and their breath grew
stale and sour.
She looked at the sad
excuse of aging men
around her,
loved her husband
nonetheless.
She knows this is what
our way of life has
to offer,
so she lived
between the trips to
the nursing home
to visit friends
and the turning of the
Bible pages.

The Exalt Complacence

A river runs through my ass,
a ball of worlds.

Pissing and shitting,
a Neanderthal of time.

A ball of worlds. The owner of words.

Perhaps a turd.

An invitation to intellectualism.

A turd. A toilet.

A turd and a toilet,
I dig for survivors.

In the face of things
I again survive,

even watch the sunrise,
my farthest Laura of the Petrarch.

The intellectualism hast not survived,
I am Son of Man.

Amended. Amended.
A toilet. A toilet.

– from Antipoémus

Birth And Euripides In The Bow Of The Starship

You hardly have a face.
You’ve barely managed this.
No one’s computer made you.

But someone and something configured this moment.
Or nothing at all.

There’s a fight between the atheists and religiousites
in the hall.

Food, protein particles, fruit bowls and punches
thrown all around.

Fallen on the floor are worlds discarded and more
places for the shadowy existences to escape to.

In this kind of moment the sacred humanness must have
been born.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Both Brains

They let him go
when he was young and dying of cancer,
drifting through outer-space
they let him go,
the last people’s race of people
didn’t own him,
floating past nationalism and liberty
as cancer an eternalness created
archetypes of the sufferer,
the fear of the shadow,
just the vessel of the genome,
we lift you up to the cluster,
the ridge of stars.
Child without childhood
reaches for your fingers,
the seven wrinkles,
your chance to perceive things

but it ran away with the forms and
words of humanness,
just the vessel of the genome,
information is transferable
in
this
standing in a field before a 7-11®,
a parent kisses their child at college
in Kansas.

They got to go to college,

wave, wave . . . waves

but wave to the abilities of Einstein,

those crackling transmissions of the
Pentecost,
those crackling wavebands of gray.

Jesus saves.
Computers save.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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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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Beings And Time

Where are you in the year?

The epoch is in the year.

The epoch eats fruit.

The Universe knows beings;
beings are owners of things.

Beings are time;

Marilyn Monroes,
Michael Jordans,
Ronald Reagans . . .

beings are time.

The Universe knows beings.

(Of course)
The owners and beings have questions.
The owners and beings attend conferences.
Who is the owner?
Who is the being?

The Universe knows time.
The Universe knows time.

(Of course
the owners and beings attend conferences.)


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Eternity Season

Perish for those unknown
the ways of perishing
haunt the wood of farmhouses
the worries of housewives

we shall not perish as stone
I promise you

perish in riches or searches
the lashes of the ocean

those that seek SHALL perish
the ones who speak
the misguided seekings
are no better than computers
or all this software cast about

we are flesh and blood
in this household

we are bonded together
your mother, brother, sister and I

but the father is wayward
and symbolically, the same as illusion itself

in the elements of the Universe
testosterone is insignificant and has no register
and software is always virtual

don’t be software

we are flesh and blood
in this household


– 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 Segment In The Bible About “Mob Mentality”

“Mob mentality allows us
to make fun of disabled children.

Mob mentality engenders us to say stuff like
‘Ah yeah, booyah bitch!’

Mob mentality solicits a group from loneliness,
from loneliness,
to support a Republican or a Democrat,
consent it to a president,
consent the apathy of
otherness.

Mob mentality is the great right right goodness
that defines an ignorant people.”

– Zebucus (at the Sea of Similarity)


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