Civilization Magi

I don’t give a fuck about the
Fascists
who live on down the coast.

They’re down the coast
so I’m not really sure what I
should make of them.

Well, this morning, while having
breakfast
I’m confused.

I look out over the ocean,
over the sunshine that’s breaking
over the ocean
and I wonder about them
on down south
and I know I really could care
less about them
as human beings.

But isn’t this just like thinking
like a baby-boomer again.
What if they were going to
destroy the world,
the Fascists down south,
with their ideologies and actions,
should I care then,
shouldn’t I destroy them?

But god damn!,
isn’t this like thinking like
a baby-boomer as well?

Maybe if I go to the new
barbecue place
I can get rid of the
baby-boomer stuff,
like trade it in or something???

– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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A Tempori

Ten years become twenty.
Twenty years become thirty.
Thirty years become fifty.
Fifty becomes one hundred.
One hundred becomes three hundred.
Three hundred becomes a thousand.

The bones of humans are salt and fade
and the beach is as new as the sky.

The thing that I purchased was bone.

un-hundred is doing best the duty

so is un-thousand, for you, your ego accept

we
left
purchasing
the
birds
feed
on
far
understandings


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Digital Egotist Millennial

It is after a great storm.

We were all washed away.

Even me.

“Me!” “Me!” “Me!”

Except digitally.

That is what’s left.

The oligarchs own.

The plebeians are digital.

“Me!” “Me!” “Me!”

The Influencers publish.

Go with me down to the store
in Barcelona

to get the whole seed mustard.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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1990s Kids

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
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Capitalism Was Designed By Hitler

I’ve gotten close to the people
who have things.
I stayed.
They left.

I’ve wanted things all my life.
Those stingers.

I got close enough inside the auditorium.
Close enough to vibration.
Yet, I still keep wanting.
My father did.
Is there any other way to live?

This is the best there is.

Things.

The other night was sacred for me,
I got close to what they have,
what I could have,
what I want.

I saw them inside the presentation hall.
What will I do next to justify myself,
to partition the unified and the endless?
Should I pour beans on a counter
and count them,
show up at a specific place and time
to do this?
Maybe I could use a computer?
I could ask for water too.
Or worship symbols, references, messages, anything.
I could give myself a name and
announce it to a mirror.

A particle can be the same in 2 places
at once,
that’s why Capitalism was designed
by Hitler,
in his image.

Because there’s nothing wrong with unlimited wealth or resources.

A particle, or a world, or even a person
can be the same in 2 places at once.