Not Agenda

I see the inhumane shapes
of women in shop windows.

I know that God exists.

I have to know that God exists

. . . as I see the inhumane shapes
of women in the shop windows.

Things cannot be made,
such as the shapes of women
in the shop windows.

These are of infinity,
burned perfectly in neurons,
and they are not agenda.

– poetry from tewkMehrtin.com

Quality Of Life

“I’m
gonna sit here
and
drink
my canned soda
until
my liver
makes me
bored.”


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Lovers Of The Century (poetry book)

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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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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Christianity, Christy

For a long time
I suffered from Irritable Bowel Syndrome.

I lived in a house on the hill.

In that house I suffered the mistrust
to believe that I suffer.

I am a candidate for pills
and evenings with pretty ladies.

There is a creation and labeling of me somewhere,

thence I take off my head and screw it
into oil cans.

I jump around and talk about tackle box
and incense holder.

I live in the house on a hill.

– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
from:
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