Le Grand Cyberattack

Le grand cyberattack came down from the clouds
one day when I was walking through the park
and passed by intellectuals hanging out,
reading novels and plays.
They sipped coffee, wore berets, ate baguettes.
The berets could be replaced by dark skinny jeans,
disheveled tshirts or designer sport coats
depending on what is marketed at the time
as being the look of the thinking or creative person.

Le grand cyberattack happened in between the floor
of my apartment
and was hardly noticed except by animals and
small creatures
living in an invisible world well beyond our consciousness.

TV was almost devoid of the grand cyberattack
but for the producer’s laptop computer being denied
internet service
while he was trying to purchase last minute airplane tickets
to war-torn Syria.
The effects of le grand cyberattack were unregistered
in Syria
and he eventually made it there to tell us on the television
how it really is
over there.

The future projected to me in cartoons when I was a child
was completely wiped out by le grand cyberattack.

– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Correspondence Con NORAD

Are you lonely out there?
Seven-fourths T K one
eaten a hole in your memory,
how quickly we forget,

Rome is but a falter of mythology,

entertain thee, for this I have inserted a code
between the seventh letter of every entrance

to press a button or watch a screen
as every other one of us, us Americans

depend on this this much,
the selling.

The smells you smell right now could be sterile,

you’ve fought so much, so much of your life
to protect
what you turn off in magazines.

Dare not walk away from a master or
master volume.

DAR . . . DAR . . . DAR

his asshole has dingleberries
inside the navy blue shitters.

– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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