The Holiest War

In Portland, Oregon somewhere at some point in time
we found a home for ourselves.

It was not a home in a place,
but the first home to ever exist in Time.

We ran through the streets.
We sat on a beach. We fingered each other.
We ate birthday cake and exchanged our body fluids.

We flung wars to the Earth,
and wars to the mountains and the seas,
the wars ended up drifting off into eternity.

We saw the cities of the future
and lived in them in these days,

the people who are made of the ocean
and the unimagined technologies of light,

you and I,
the players of time,
the mechanics of cellular overloads,
the owners of whatever we should be,
the oligarch destroyers.

Inventius! and Realizer!,
conscripts for the Holy War Of Time.


– 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 Whispering Star

From the CIA’s poor planetary
management
we rise
From the movements in October
first drawn in window panes
we rise
within Detroit
From the codes of the Widow
then passed onto these ions
we rise
We wake we rise
in Calcutta
in Nebraska
in Santiago, then Ultima Thule

We rise from what is unformed
for the whispering star of night

James, I know not what I’ve done