The Twelve Antiquities

Hierarchal Order

Rulers

Dominion

Eloquent Poetry

Penises

Non-Inquisitive Loyalty

Subservitude

Individual Wealth

My-Way-Or-The-Highway

Narrative

Symbolic Order

Ownership Of Resources


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

Credo Nathan Mumbled

Onst poverty I can’ts buy
the best of the cheap bread;
with American Express®,
the premium brands,
for women
their panty hose,
silk blouses for breasts,
steak dinners times ten.

Where do I go to apply
for luxuries and convenience,
and I may not qualify?
Will a government agency help me
live thee up to standards?

The liberty to possess
and use
American Express®
is attained by honor;
this is not a threat.


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

The Captor

To make services necessary;
to deliver us from evil

the capital of the superEconomy,

we lay undeterred in assumption
at night, in sleep

not withholding the shortcomings,
not to pronounce autonomous shadows

to be “the best we’ve thought up yet”

live upon a planet
and lay the thing to ruin,

the being as functionless rendered
of the luxury item as needed.

We place incense upon the capital,

or burn the images of Ganesh or of the Trinity,

watch it move across the ages,

you cannot earn money from the reasons of right and wrong.

It is in your head “the layout of the question”,

for
this
can
never
be
repeated.

– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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The Chances Of Imperium

The lines of America.
People lined up in perfectly ordered
queues.
Waiting politely for their turn.
Not questioning.
Not wondering,
except for quietly in their minds.
Though they believe, they have faith,
they know one day
their turn will come.
This is America.
Then they’ll die
still believing in their chances.
And their politicians will hail them,
will praise them
for their upstanding characters
and humble natures
so even from their graves
they still support these structures,
having not raised hands . . .

the spoils that the privileged
prosper,
though the great downfall eventually
of their garrisoned luxuries.

– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin

Rosa For Our Feudal

Today she is working
in the sunlight of a courtyard,
bringing police officers and civil clerks
tortilla chips and soda-water.

Rosa is bringing the sunlight on trays
to her masters.

They issue dollar bills and sustenance.

Door To The Sky

And while you were sleeping,
the door to the sky
came open.

While you
negotiated your job title,
watched television,
paid on your mortgage,
went down to the store.

The door to the sky.
The door to the sky!
. . . Made many people wealthy
as they colluded with the
pontificates of being,
shipping your dreams and
your genetics
off to the arching, elliptical sky.

Los Modernos

They’re getting married.
They’re doing something that’s never done.
They’re having children.
They’re approaching pinnacles of life.

They’re buying batteries.

They’re doing what anyone can do.

They’re doing nothing.

They’re fixing food in the microwave.

They have a job.
They’re alone.
They’re sometimes cowards.
They impress management.

It’s not their fault.
They’re doing nothing.

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

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.

Gilgamesh Anno Domini

I kill God today,
“Odd”, it said my father,
“You live, but not in the House of Vacations.”
The jungle we can bend
with the credit cards we’ve rented
to make it to L.A.,
the journey to the Capitol
of the Good-life’s consciousness.
To see God bathe
as He who has His form and penis.
The Murderers by His pool!
By His devoted architecture!

“Odd”, it said my mother,
you live but not in my house,
for you, my son, have killed God today.