she

she kept a hidden armoury in her bag and made her trousers from the curtains of the dead

she carried on smiling and nodding as if in a foreign country painfully grasping a pineapple

painting faces on nectarines to elevate hours of boredom she was never lonely

she attended maths courses to find the patterns and cut up sentences to allocate new meanings

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  1. multiplemichael

    that was an amatory gourd in her purse
    she had quite a love for the theatrical
    her trousers made from curtains
    a clear sign of her limitations
    “I can only wear the curtains of the dead”
    was it a personal limit or one inherent in her age ?
    she also made soup from curtains
    or should I say curtain colored water ?
    late at night she would sit in front of the piano and consume curtain soup
    she had this weird thing about curtains and her pet piano
    lacking animality she was ungodly chaste
    world famous recoil from physical lust
    she would steal sexy looking vegetables from the market and bury them in the yard
    she saved the soul of many an imaginative housewife
    insert experiments were just wrong (she had caught her sister with a bumpy pickle once)
    excessively cultivated she had an international tongue
    she could speak Stalin like a sailor on crack
    linguistic wet nursing made French men weep
    the language of logical realism
    string stretched from pins like free verse Freudian
    Dadaist diaper material dependent on grammatical whims
    explicit math classes were too much
    the instructor was from Paris and his numbers didn’t add up

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    • eatmorewords

      the soups were sustenance to sustain a weak body
      no teeth
      lost the ability to chew
      no teeth to grind
      like ampethamine nights
      maudlin dawn seen through curtains parted like heavy metal hair
      teeth that once reminded her of piano keys numerous and monochrome
      neighbours would remind her of the bumpy pickle incident shed protest it was sister, not thee but the pointing fingers would point and words were spread
      sex myth becomes agreed reality

      Stalin removed Trotsky
      Lenins death bed pleas fell on death ears

      the invention of maths
      carpets fashioned to replace the curtains

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      • eatmorewords

        human keep sakes
        -slaves
        -golden fillings from teeth, stolen
        -chained in a basement, hidden
        -lampshade skin death mask
        -embalmed mausoleum
        -catacombs & cobwebs
        -ashes
        to
        ashes

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      • multiplemichael

        FOUR MAGIC WORDS: AND YOU ARE MEAT
        HANDLED AND CHAINED
        ONE EYE FALSE
        ONE EYE GENUINE
        NONCONFORMITY
        CAGED WORDS SET FREE
        UNEXPECTED WORDS
        STARK AND STRAIGHTWAY
        SOCIAL OSTRACISM
        GOOD HEAVENS BOY
        THE CURTAINS ARE GODLY STITCHED
        BLOCKING ALL TRAFFIC
        HOMELESS ON A GEOGRAPHIC GLOBE
        CHURCHBELLS MADE OF MEAT
        ARE CALLING THE FAITHFUL

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      • multiplemichael

        THE INVENTION OF MATHS
        INAPPROPRIATE BEHAVIOR WITH NUMBERS
        SCAPEGOAT FIGURES, SLIPPERY FINGERS
        ONLY ONE MOMENT OF FULFILLMENT
        A LIFETIME OF REGRET
        ANGUISH UNREWARDED
        A FRESH COAT OF SHAME

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      • multiplemichael

        inhabitants who live without a web of language
        natives by torchlight beat their drums
        angry that words have arrived
        even lizards are not that dumb
        take your humanity and return to Europe
        your pee stinks and your women are ugly
        we are only consumed with devouring and mating
        we are the business of the earth
        we share not your dividing eyes

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      • multiplemichael

        poetry:
        ……………………repetitive physical gestures
        emotional paralysis
        ……………………you siphoned off the important stuff
        mourning and then erupting—the final plunge
        JOHNNY BOY has pierced the unnamable
        a dark night…the angels have covered the moon
        appropriate language: self-definition
        THE READER NAKED LIKE A TONGUE CUT OFF TO FRY
        NOTHING WILL NEUTRALIZE THE INSANITY
        THE TASTE OF TONGUE

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      • eatmorewords

        tongue rubs over the geography of her mouth – the froth despondency drips and foams – coffee cups the size of Olympus Mons – weighed down by the neutrality of it all –

        I have pierced more than the heart of it – one face but many names – Johnny Boy has plunged depths –

        she like my new haircut – she said it was contrived and sharp – she touched it and bleed – it was predetermined I told her last week before this happened –

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      • multiplemichael

        SUPREME INTOXICATION—THE INTERIOR OF THE ROSE
        WISH FULFILLMENT, TASTING THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT
        CURIOSITY TO THE POINT OF OBSESSION
        THE DRAMATIC HAND
        BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
        LONGING TO RETURN TO THE WOMB
        TO FEED THE WORMS OF SEXUALITY
        NIGHT-DARKNESS WITH SEEDS OF LIGHT
        COUPLED WITH BRIGHT RED EROS
        MARRIED TO A FLESHLESS PELVIS

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      • multiplemichael

        THE RIGHT KIND OF WRONG
        WATERFRONT BARS
        THROWING THE GENITALS OUT AHEAD
        PEEL OFF LAYER AFTER LAYER
        PULL THE TRIGGER
        —————————
        GEL FOR THE ELECTRODES
        THICK INCONTINENCE PADS
        A RATHER SICKLY SWEET SMELL
        ANTICIPATION OF WHAT’S TO COME

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      • eatmorewords

        anticipation leads to disappointments – the built up then the let down
        – all things fade
        – things mean a lot at the time

        the waterfront bar, the flap of a wing, cranes and cargo, portholes look like wide open eyes,
        bird shit on lapels
        salty sailors on shore leave are like the invading hordes –

        she wore layers after layer
        and I unpeeled her like an onion
        and then I cried!

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      • multiplemichael

        PRIMARY POETIC MATERIAL
        ON CREATIVITY
        THE FEAR OF PREMATURE CLOSURE
        POEM MACHINES WITH SIMPLE EXPLANATIONS
        THEY TRY TO SEAL-OVER THE PAIN
        DENIAL PILLS SEASONAL
        SEAL OFF THE CHILDHOOD
        BLOCK UNCONSCIOUS FLOW
        ——PHARMACOTHERAPY——
        YEARS OF CRYING IN THE DARK
        HOLDING THE BIBLE CLOSE
        LOVING JESUS AND MARY

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      • eatmorewords

        he’d lose two teeth a day in this climate, without fibre
        no backbone
        stifled by the fog that once drifted over industrial towns, northern England
        a fear of exposure,
        a creeping inertia
        the fear of having to repeat it all over again
        the fear of having to repeat it all over again
        this season will pass

        Mary and Jesus using pages of Gideon to roll party cigarettes

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      • multiplemichael

        ———-PHARMOCOLGICAL INTERVENTION———
        SHE SAID THAT SHE DIDN’T LOVE ME
        TOO MANY LAYERS FROM INSIDE
        TOO MANY LAYERS FROM OUTSIDE
        I WANTED TO BE A DO-GOODER
        NOT INTERESTED IN THE BATTLEGROUND
        OF THE SKIN
        ——————-
        THE SMELL OF COOKING FISH
        BOGEY MAN MEAT
        WEAPON DEAD FISH
        MURDERER
        *other people wouldn’t pick up the fish

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      • eatmorewords

        whistling kettle
        whisper for the medic to come
        the dawn will arrival over ox-bow lakes, football pitches,
        supermarkets and empty libraries

        we gathered at the hypotenuse
        right angled at the perimeter

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      • multiplemichael

        THOUSANDS OF THOUGHTS
        BULLDOZED
        THEIR WAY THROUGH
        THE MINDS OF THE PASSENGERS
        AN IDIOT PILOT
        WHAT WERE THE ODDS ?
        AN EXPERIMENTAL PILOT
        AN EXPERIMENTAL POET
        LINGERING SHADOWS
        OFF-CENTER
        UNDER-PUNCTUATED

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      • multiplemichael

        .45 CALIBER HANDGUN
        SALTS THE WORDS
        —— a multiplying word machine
        POSSIBLY MADE FROM BLACK BOXES
        REARRANGEMENTS
        MIGHT-HAVE-BEENS
        AMATEURISH GIRLS
        GIVE THEM $500
        MORE THAN THEY ASK
        ROUGH-EDGED AND DRUGGED
        DADDY GOT THE MORAY EEL

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      • multiplemichael

        HALF FORGOTTEN QUESTIONS
        MEMORIES
        OF DRIVING BY THE DUNGHILL
        NOT ON ANY SCHOOL MAP
        OR IN ANY LIBRARY BOOK
        THIN SKIN—THICK SKIN
        PSYCHOLOGICAL FRACTURES
        *spear shafts stacked against the wall

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      • multiplemichael

        LEVITATING——-WITHOUT WEIGHT—–UNFALLEN BUT FALLING—–THE DEVIL IS THE MAN WITH THE LARGE HEAD———-EXTRAVAGANTLY—-CONDEMNED MEN HAVE LESS VALUE THAN CONDEMNED WOMEN—————-SCIENTIFIC CURIOSITY—-JESUS WITH SPECIAL SHOE POLISH AND SHINY SHOES—–THE PERPLEXITIES OF SHOES————TROUBLESOME SHOES———————————TURN OUT THE LIGHT THEY LOOK LIKE YOUR SHOES BUT ABOVE IN THE FRESH SUNLIGHT THEY LOOK LIKE A FLYING SAUCER———–GOD MANIFESTS SHOES THAT SHINE LIKE METAL

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      • multiplemichael

        VERY DIFFICULT TO LOCATE CONVENTIONAL PLEASURE
        SHADOWS CAREEN OUT OF CONTROL
        PROSTITUTES—UNEMPLOYED WITH PROMISE
        MISERY—THE PERFECT MOTIVATION
        STRENUOUS SUFFERING
        BETRAYED AND HUMILIATED
        THE FANTASY OF GORGING
        *petrol leaking from the butt

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      • multiplemichael

        “STOP POINTING YOUR REVOLVER
        AND PUT ON YOUR CHEST”
        ASHAMED OF LIVING A JOKE
        WITHOUT A PUNCH LINE
        ———————————–
        ———————————–
        *measureless caverns
        *three-fingered lady pleasure

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      • eatmorewords

        knocked out with punchlines
        deep rifts in the land under your feet – mountains growing inside your rib cage

        a comedy revolver that shouts BANG

        well hidden vices
        under tunics

        nothing is measureless
        space is just something in the middle of something else

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      • multiplemichael

        PUNCHLINES
        behind a Caribbean background
        poets in search of alienation
        conformity was a no-no
        wayward women riding the bus
        with eggs in their hair
        for a couple of dollars
        they would make vulgar gestures

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      • multiplemichael

        MINIATURE MALE ORGAN
        ONE FINDS THEMSELF DISHONEST
        “IT’S NOT THAT SMALL”
        “SEEMS AVERAGE”
        IT WASN’T FREAKISH
        JUST TINY TO REALLY TINY
        MAY BE IT WAS A “GROWER”
        OR A WHITE WORM WITH A TOP-HAT
        OR A CLITORIS
        *kneading it like a loaf of bread had no effect

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      • multiplemichael

        A THOUSAND JOKES ABOUT THE MAN
        WITH A MAGNIFYING GLASS
        TO MINIATURIZE THE MEAT
        EARTHWORM
        PYTHON
        a lighted cigarette
        laughing
        her mouth discharged itself
        a bottle of champagne
        hit the floor
        a coven of witches
        lady dolls
        lifelike

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    • multiplemichael

      THERE WERE HETEROSEXUAL SPLINTERS UNDER THE NAILS
      ROUGH-AND-TUMBLE TRADE IN CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
      LIKE-MINDED SISTERS AND BROTHERS IN THE SKIN CIRCUS
      PEOPLE SELDOM TALK OF THE ORIGIN…THE ORIGIN OF TROUBLE
      IMPORTANT EVIDENCE BURIED IN A CLOSED CIRCLE
      DATES ON THE CALENDAR BLEED ENTERTAINMENT
      EVEN TODAY… ESPECIALLY TODAY… THIS DAY

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      • multiplemichael

        ROUGH-AND-TUMBLE TIMES IN CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
        HELPLESS TO DADDY’S AGGRESSIONS
        BEHIND CLOSED DOOR HE TOUCHED MAGAZINE BREASTS
        SWEAT MADE THE TINY CRACKS BURN
        CONTACT BETWEEN HUMAN BEINGS
        SADISM…MASOCHISM….YOU PICK
        EITHER WAY DAD IS THE BIG BOY

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    • multiplemichael

      THE INSTRUCTOR WAS FROM PARIS AND HIS NUMBERS DIDN’T ADD UP
      A MARCH OF NUMBERS TO THE TRANSMUTATION OF EMOTION INTO POETRY
      HIS GOLDEN NUGGETS THE SIZE OF GOOSE EGGS…POETICALLY TRIUMPHANT
      HIS WIFE WITH HER LOWER WOUND ACKNOWLEDGES HIS HANDSOME JEWELS
      A THREE-HOUR POKE TO BEAR TO THE GRAVE
      ROUND AND ROUND AND THEN DARK TO MORE DARK
      TO HELL WITH A PROPER AND ACCEPTABLE SUBSTITUTE
      YOUR LUNGS ARE WORKING BUT ARE YOU REALLY BREATHING ?
      ROVING BOY IN THE SCHOOLYARD OF LUST
      WANG-DANG MANEUVERS ON WORDPRESS
      TRYING TO STIMULATE THINKING ON THE PART OF OTHERS
      THE CASUAL OBSERVER WILL MISS OUT
      LIFE IS ALWAYS PLAYING TRICKS ON THOSE FOLKS

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      • multiplemichael

        LIFE IS ALWAYS PLAYING TRICKS ON THOSE FOLKS
        PEOPLE FROM THE PAST ARE MOVING, SPEAKING FIGURES
        TELEVISION GHOSTS HAUNTING YOUR PUMPING FIST
        PAPER TOWEL PICK UP OF INVOLUNTARY VICTIMS
        THE WORK OF UNTOLD MIRACLES
        ENTIRE CITIES IN LIQUID
        BABY GIRLS AND BABY BOYS

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      • eatmorewords

        TV ghosts are coughed out of the cathode tube – trapped in
        suspended on pause
        a thousand questions from a thousand game shows
        – the missing word was VICTIM
        -surrogate father looms
        -lost inside this liquid modernity surrounded by offices captured on camera and stored like pickles in jars

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      • multiplemichael

        THE TELEVISION GHOST WORLD TRANSITORY ???
        FORMLESS QUALITY IS A GIANT LIE
        THE FORMS ARE CRYSTAL CLEAR
        TELEVISION IS MORE REAL THAN REALITY
        EVERYTHING IS HARMONIOUS
        PIECES OF THE PUZZLE FIT PERFECTLY
        CRAZY PEOPLE CANNOT ENDURE THE FACE OF TELEVISION
        THEY WANT SPONTANEOUS LIFE
        THEY WANT TO SMELL THE KODIAK
        AS IT CONSUMES THEIR INSIDES

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      • multiplemichael

        LIKE PICKLES IN A JAR:
        ALL JUNK MAIL IS ADDRESSED TO “VICTIM”
        PETRIFIED DOG DICKS
        “HE SAIDS” “SHE SAIDS”
        LIKE PICKLES IN A JAR:
        LIFE IS THE REHEARSAL
        BREAKING DOWN THE BARRIERS
        BETWEEN INNER AND OUTER PLAYS
        THE EMPTY THEATRE OF LOVE
        IMPROMPTU TOUCHING
        CURTAINS FALLING BY MISTAKE
        I CANNOT REMOVE YOUR BEAST
        YOU HAVE YOU WITHIN
        YOUR SENSE AND VALUE OF THINGS
        THEY ARE CHAINED TO YOU
        STAR PERFORMER AT THE ZOO
        I CANNOT REMOVE YOUR BEAST
        MY WORDS ARE TICKETS TO YOUR EVENING SHOW

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    • multiplemichael

      the instructor was from Paris and his numbers didn’t add up
      WRITING IMITATIVE POETRY IN THE NEW WORLD ORDER
      AT NIGHT YOU CAN HEAR THE NATIVE DRUMS
      THEY SEEM TO INFLUENCE THE TAO OF EVERY DAY LIFE
      THE RHYTHMIC PATTERNS…THE UNGODLY HEAT
      SUCCESSFUL INSECTS HAVE SUCKED US DRY
      I SELDOM PEE AND CONSTANTLY COUGH UP MUD
      A WORLD DOMINATED BY SORROW AND POVERTY
      ILL-FORMED CHILDREN ARE KEPT HIDDEN
      THOSE THAT LIVE CLOSEST TO THE UFO CRASH SITE
      HAVE EXTRA FINGERS AND EMPTY EYE SOCKETS
      HARDSHIPS ARE THE PATHS WE FOLLOW
      I FEAR OUR EARTHLY PASSAGE
      MAY BE TORTURED HESITATION

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      • multiplemichael

        SO YOU REALLY ARE A DETECTIVE
        THE TENSIONS AND CONFLICTS OF SELFHOOD
        ALWAYS A LONGING TO RELEASE FROM REALITY
        IMMORTALITY IN A DISNEY DESIGNED HEAVEN
        A TIM BURTON MASTERPIECE
        TOO MUCH LOVE LORD
        I WANT TO HEAR MYSELF SAY THAT OVER AND OVER
        TOO MUCH LOVE LORD
        BYE-BYE EARTHLY PLEASURES
        DADDY IS GOING OUT OF TOWN

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      • multiplemichael

        I FEAR OUR EARTHLY PASSAGE
        MAY BE TORTURED HESITATION
        A DOOR NEVER TO BE OPENED
        YOU WILL NEVER BE YOU
        WHO WILL THE BUSYBODIES WHISPER ABOUT ?
        YOUR MOTHER IN HER IMPENETRABLE WORLD
        WILL SAVE MONEY ON HOLIDAY/BIRTHDAY CARDS

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      • eatmorewords

        Earthly passage and corridors
        a little still
        thoroughly
        the price of admission is getting fat
        in dreams will you survive?
        it’s something to get through said the prophets of doom
        they have contemplated this conspiracy
        its not always
        relentless
        these awful longings

        i recall it’s all a bloody shame
        from the cradle to the grave
        workaday faces

        ready to freeze

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      • multiplemichael

        DELIBERATELY ARTIFICIAL LANGUAGE
        HOW DOES ONE FIX THEIR MIND ON IT ?
        LATER, JOHNNY BOY WILL REVEAL THE 27th LETTER
        ABRAHAM LINCOLN AND EMILY DICKINSON
        EACH A THOUSAND TIMES MORE IMPRESSIVE
        THAN ONE COULD IMAGINE
        SEDUCED AND SEDUCED AGAIN
        DESPITE LIVING IN A CAGE
        OF FREQUENT ASTOUNDING IMBECILITIES

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    • multiplemichael

      1000 wrestlers with amatory gourds
      male-male competition
      size is king in front of the camera
      poetic baboons are everywhere
      words from the tree fringe
      words from the tree savanna
      various effective sizes posted
      differences in genitalia
      no sleepers

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    • multiplemichael

      SOMEONE COUGHED AND I THOUGHT OF THE DONGS
      ON GREEK STATUES
      THE BLUE-BLACK BULLS WERE GRAZING ON ETERNITY
      I WAS STUCK IN THE STRUGGLE OF YOUTH
      SELF-SCRUTINY
      ALONE AT NIGHT WITH GRAMMAR
      MY HAND WAS THE EXECUTIONER
      OF MY SEX LIFE

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      • eatmorewords

        single lines blend and merge so the thread gets lost in a ball of tangles knotted and garrotted
        the idea of linear time –

        knotted pubis
        Rastafarian regions

        **I took something to make me last longer and I wanked till I bled –
        it wasn’t pleasant –
        I was the guinea pig –
        a mix of jets and spurts –
        it fluctuated

        empty sac
        dried blood

        (not as bad as it sounds)

        time is a great healer –

        —————————————–

        **in front of the mirrors I could only focus on the dust and cobwebs In the corner of the room

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      • multiplemichael

        THANK GOD YOU HAVE FIRE-PROOF LEGS
        —————————————————————
        YOU WERE NAKED ABOVE THE WAIST
        AND A BLUR DOWN BELOW
        ENDLESS CLINICAL INFORMATION WASTED
        CLINICAL MATERIAL—WET GOODS, SO TO SPEAK
        JAZZ ON THE RADIO AND JOHNNY BOY
        A RUBBIN’ HIS LEGS
        PRAYING FOR A CONCLUSION

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    • multiplemichael

      BELIEF AND DISBELIEF COEXIST IN BRITAIN
      HOBGOBLINS OF THE CHURCH
      THREE-PRONGED FORKS
      MENTAL WEAKNESS
      PREGNANCY AT THE BOTTOM OF THE LAKE
      SLUMBERETH NOT
      HE SAID THAT HE CRIED
      AS HE PEELED AWAY THE LAYERS
      THE PULSE OF EXISTENCE GONE
      A HOUR IN THE SUN AND LUBE
      SISSY GOT SASSY

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    • multiplemichael

      INCREASINGLY THE WAY THE WORLD APPEARS
      FAST FOOD FROM CONCENTRATION CAMPS
      THE NIGHTMARE OFTEN BEING “INADEQUACY”
      MYSTERY MEAT AND FAKE POTATO SPUDS
      INTERPRETATIONS OF LITERATURE
      INDEPENDENT OF WORDS IN PRINT
      —GOD IS IN THE PHYSICAL
      NEVER IN THE MENTAL
      HIRE A TUTOR, JOHNNY BOY

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      • eatmorewords

        two, three days caught in the fog &
        the backwash of lingering ideas &
        bruised thoughts
        neglection of personal hygiene saw the dogs come round, sniffing for buried treasure
        no religious inclination – the only Jesus he knew was a skateboarder form a coastal town –

        a plane crashed into a mountain but others say the mountain crashed into the plane – shades of grey
        like elephants in rooms &
        skeletons under beds

        to many hours spent contemplating the puns in the maps, detective novels piled by the door – scribbled notes in dust

        she confided in me one night about her theories on the pyramids, the space landing and things under the sea

        there was no alchemy

        ——————–/———————

        dull throb &. the ache
        at the temples
        Michael needs his prescription –

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    • multiplemichael

      ENCROACHING ON REALITY
      CONVERSATIONAL POETRY
      POETRY POPULATED WITH ELEMENTS
      BROWN SKIN AND BLUE EYES
      FEMALES WEARING QUESTION MARKS
      BLURRED TRANSITIONS
      SHORT PUBIC HAIR
      BOUND TO ENGAGE THE READER’S MIND
      *exclusion of all extraliterary matters
      —what does that mean ?

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    • multiplemichael

      DADAIST DIAPER MATERIAL—MOCK-SPIRITUAL SIGNIFICANCE
      CROUCHING MEN TAKING A POOP
      WOMEN IN FULL SQUAT
      ONE CAN ONLY GUESS
      DILAPIDATED BUTT CHEEKS
      FLAPS NEAR COLLAPSE
      CANDY-COATED GARGOYLES
      BAROQUE REVIVAL PIPE TOBACCO
      HIGGEDLY-PIGGEDLY SEX
      INEVITABLE COTTAGE CHEESE SEMEN
      MEN OF SCIENCE WITH POCKETS OF BLOWFLIES
      CUTLERY ENVIED BY THE VILLAGERS
      MANY HAVE TRIED BUT FEW HAS SUCCEEDED
      WEATHER-BEATEN FOG—AMNESIC AND MEDDLESOME
      A CITY SEEMINGLY EMPTY
      ARTIFICIAL AND MECHANIZED
      CONVERTED CONCRETE
      PSEUDOAMBIGUOUS GRIT AND SPIT
      NONCOMMITMENT TO EMPLOYMENT
      MUDDLED THINKING PRODUCES KITSCH
      POETRY BEING THE ROCKET FUEL
      FRANTIC ASSERTIONS OF AN EGO

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    • multiplemichael

      dead relatives in a ravine
      each one with a proverbial donkey brain
      paralyzed with religion taught from an early age
      no one choice was satisfactory in the end
      constant thoughts of how things were before
      contradictory thoughts on the pillow
      behind the bathroom door

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    • multiplemichael

      SHERLOCK HOLMES IN A GAY MOVIE
      REDISCOVERY OF SUBMERGED MOMENTS
      A CATHARSIS—A LIBERATION
      OUTSIDE THE MAINSTREAM
      THINKING ABOUT THE AMOUNT OF TIME
      ONE HAS TO THINK
      THOUGHTS TRYING TO FIND A WAY OUT
      YOUR HEROIC ATTEMPTS AT COMMUNICATION

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      • eatmorewords

        attempts to communicate can be strained, morse code machines explode in fits of dots & dashes – she thinks in binary,
        a series of 1’s and 0’s – never-ending

        – all words are animals
        we shepherd into order –

        no calculator can calculate the amount of time we have spent thinking –

        and in his bag Sherlock hides the pictures that no one should see

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      • multiplemichael

        THE FUTURE WILL NOT HAPPEN AS WE THINK IT WILL
        ——————————————————————————-
        MELODRAMATIC POET WITHDRAWN
        SPEAKS EXCLUSIVELY IN THE PAST TENSE
        UNFINISHED PHOTOGRAPHS
        GAY SHERLOCK HOLMES
        A PARACHUTIST
        FALLING

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      • multiplemichael

        MERELY UNDER OBSERVATION
        A DAILY SEQUENCE
        OUTSIDE—OUTCASTS STUMBLE ABOUT
        NO END TO CIRCLES
        LANGUAGE AND SCIENCE
        IN TIGHT UNDERWEAR
        UNVEILED SHERLOCK HOLMES
        LAYERS OF MATTER
        BEASTLY AND ENORMOUS
        SURLY BANTER
        POETRY HAMMERED OUT

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      • eatmorewords

        bizarre experiments with numbers and words
        animal carcasses, metal & voices on black boxes
        – the news rolled by the Dow Jones numbers
        – the contraction of contemporary history – the here and the now
        the past glossed over and made anew –
        I’ve seen you in pictures when you weren’t there
        – DNA left by unknown agencies at the scene
        – dark town jazz men and the Otis men in midnight knife fights – somebody call the cops
        Sherlock and his habits- the detectives need help

        my son is next door talking to a computer

        ————–

        poetry as a valve

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      • multiplemichael

        EMILY DICKINSON—IMPENETRABLE MYSTERY
        LESSON ONE:
        SHE FLOATED ABOVE EVERYONE ELSE
        PHYSICALLY, INTELLECTUALLY, AND MORALLY
        SHE WAS THE WOMAN THAT MEN LONG FOR
        AND OTHER WOMEN DREAM TO BE
        SHE WAS THE TREE THAT NEVER SHED

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      • multiplemichael

        A PREOCCUPATION INDICATING ANXIETY
        ABOUT MANLINESS
        ALL POETRY DEALS CENTRALLY
        AND OBSESSIVELY WITH MASCULINITY
        CONTROLLED AND UNIFIED MASCULINITY
        INFLATED POTENCY
        EMILY HIRED DETECTIVES
        TO DETECT THE TINIEST CLUE

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      • multiplemichael

        EMILY WAS THE QUEEN OF LIMITATIONS
        SHE WAS NEVER A BALLOON IN A WIND STORM
        THE CONSTANT PSYCHOLOGICAL AND MORAL STRUGGLE
        GRAPPLING WITH FEMALE ISSUES—HER BURNING BUSH
        HER DREAMS OF BEING A POWERFUL FORCE
        A MAN WHO COULD STRONG-ARM
        HER FATHER AND BROTHER
        MAKE THEM CROUCH
        DOWN IN FEAR

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      • multiplemichael

        PLEASE IGNORE THOSE PHOTOGRAPHS OF ME
        WHERE I AM NOT IN THE FRAME
        ———DISEMBODIED———-
        OFTEN WHEN I AM ABSENT FROM THE PHOTOGRAPH
        I AM IN AN INTIMATE LIP-LOCK WITH NAT KING COLE
        BARTENDERS OFTEN REMARK ABOUT OUR LIPS
        OVERSIZED COMIC RELIEF
        *association with sexual savagery
        *opportunity for voyeurism
        *poetic spectatorship

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      • eatmorewords

        poetry as a reaction to reality – a cave in which to hide,
        the solitude of a man and his words everything as inspiration – the silence at the top of the mountain
        – not the noise of the mess hall,
        the lukewarm meat,
        the khaki greens & military maps –

        Abe hats removed in the heat of the night – nighttime tremors –
        Louisiana sweats – the sweet sweet sounds of jazz wafts &
        drifts like aroma of food –

        his pre-occupation with repeating and reusing the words of others – spiders in a web

        Clinton Eastwood on the back of a dollar – Sidney Poitier was not the first black man –

        ——————————————

        I have ignored the pictures but I have kept the frames

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      • multiplemichael

        LUKEWARM MEAT OF FRIENDSHIP
        OLD-FASHIONED GENDER IDEALS
        REAL MEN WITH KNIVES
        AT POOL HALLS
        *no secret who the stoolie is
        ALL-FEMALE GROUPS
        WHO WOULD NEVER LICK THE PELT
        SOLIDARITY WITHOUT SEX
        AND YET SOMEWHERE LATE AT NIGHT
        HINTS OF PHYSICAL INTIMACY

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    • multiplemichael

      RESOLVING THE ISSUE OF TORN LOYALTIES
      WORD BUDS WITH FLARF ON THE SWEAT-RAG
      TO PLAY WITH THE DISCREPANCY
      CREATING AND MAINTAINING
      THROUGH ARDUOUS QUESTS
      AND MULTIPLE SACRIFICES
      IMMENSE OBSTACLES
      EMILY DICKINSON
      A VENEER OF NORMALITY
      LINGERING SUSPICIONS
      TONGUE IN A FRIEND
      SHANGHAI SLIT

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    • multiplemichael

      POETS PICKED THEIR TEETH WITH THE SKINNY LEGS
      OF YOUNG MISTER LINCOLN
      POETRY FORESHADOWING REALITY
      CUTLERY PASSED FROM HAND TO HAND
      UNDER THE TABLE
      MESS-HALL ABE
      SHIFTY-EYED ABE LINCOLN
      SKINNY LEGS AND ALL
      SOLITARY IN A BOX
      RUINED BY A BULLET
      OPENLY COUPLED WITH MEN IN BED
      ———–TRIGGERS—————-
      LIFE RULED AS IT IS BY MEN

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    • multiplemichael

      MEN WHO WANT TO CONNECT WITH OTHER MEN
      ———-THROUGH PUNISHMENT————
      SEXUAL REVERIES HIDDEN LIKE EASTER EGGS
      POETS FIND THEMSELVES POWERLESS
      ISSUES OF DOMINATION AND SUBMISSION
      VIOLATIONS OF SPACE
      CRUELTY—PENITENTIARY STYLE
      A PERSONAL TOUR OF HELL
      A GUIDED TOUR
      *where sodomy never sleeps

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      • eatmorewords

        the tender handshake of feigned friendship – limp wristed & light of touch – the men of the pool hall tell tall tales under low light – a group of virgins not wanting to be found out – gregarious gangs with loose lips –
        the intimacy of the group
        initiation ceremonies involving things that can’t be spoken about – embarrassed entry –
        what happens in the showers stays in the showers

        cavernous entrance
        cast shadows and throws the words back
        echoes & the small print

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    • multiplemichael

      (EXPLICIT MATH CLASSES WERE TOO MUCH)
      ONE CAN WRITE A CHECK ON PERVERTED SEX
      TOO ASHAMED TO CASH IT
      THE NUMBERS DON’T ADD UP
      SLIM ENERGIES—THIN SEED
      SCREENED-IN
      THE NEW MEDICATION
      MAN-MADE MOONSHINE IN POWDER
      MAKES PEOPLE IN AFRICA GO CRAZY

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    • multiplemichael

      PETRIFIED DOG DICKS
      “HE SAIDS” “SHE SAIDS”
      LIKE PICKLES IN A JAR
      DECEPTION IN ART
      DECEPTION IN POETRY
      DECEPTION IN THE MARRIAGE BED
      WHO TAUNTS THE TRUTH ?
      THE KILLING FACE OF HAVING NEVER LIVED
      CAN’T GIVE AWAY AUTOGRAPHED COPIES

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    • multiplemichael

      a little wacky when I listen to Rammstein
      bumpy pickle daddy
      representatives of sanity
      abandoning industrial cutlery
      naked and scrambling after the Levithan
      sorehead because I lost my source of spoons
      my romantic triangle with the twins
      you with your great opportunity
      to start a family
      complete solitude
      you found yourself in complete solitude
      your new mother and your new brothers
      no mirrors to reflect your father
      *started a family—little shoes and gritty gravel in the poop-box

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    • multiplemichael

      SHE TOOK EVERYTHING
      EXCEPT THE LONELINESS
      THE GENITAL ITCH
      MULTIPLIED IN MY MIND
      A BOX OF WORDS
      MEXICALI RELIGION IN FLORIDA
      PROSTITUTES AND GUNS
      NONSTOP DRUGS
      TO BATTLE THE BLAME
      —–JOINT AUTHORSHIP——–
      SHE TOOK EVERYTHING
      THE CHEERS
      THE SQUIRRELS
      BUT
      NOT THE LOADED PISTOL
      GRIEF OF SEPARATION
      SOON TURNED INTO SMOKESTACKS

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      • eatmorewords

        the police with guns
        the criminals with guns drunks with guns
        free guns for all – I vaguely recall a time when kids were given guns at birth –

        secrets hidden inside national monuments – I’ve scratched the surface,
        displaced the lense through the brutal beatings
        the burning buildings

        I decided to move to the country side

        – cheap drugs by the bucket load
        – crackden downtown
        – exposed nerves at the root
        – she

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      • multiplemichael

        PLEASE DO NOT BLOW UP THE MATTERHORN
        I CAN LIVE WITH DOUBLE VISION
        BORED WITH DESPAIR
        I LAUGH AT DEATH
        47 FATAL BLOOD CLOTS
        HELL, WHY NOT MILK THEM ?
        BIBLE-READING CONVICTS
        SODOMY ON THE FLOORBOARDS
        OUT OF KILTER—THE BACKDOOR
        THE RIVIERA RECTUM
        NIGHT CLUB SUITS WITH DIAPERS
        PRAYERS A MILE LONG
        PRAYERS BEYOND POSTCARDS
        —————————————
        —————————————
        ———–SHE———————-
        SHE WAS NEVER A CONQUEST
        PILES OF LOOT
        SCATTERED THOUGHTS
        SHE WAS BETTER THAN HISTORY
        SHE WAS A TREE FULL OF BIRDS
        SHE WAS A LIBERAL INTELLECTUAL
        HAIR AROUND HER TRAFFIC CIRCLE
        HAIR AROUND HER LOST PURPOSE EXIT
        WALKING IN HER SLEEP
        I COULD NEVER KEEP UP WITH YOU

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      • eatmorewords

        at a time of flood the construction of a new ark –
        two by two handcuffed together & marched up the gangplank – a lottery selection and flags cracking in the wind – sat waiting for the first sign of a wave – they memorised manifestos and tracts,
        a page per person
        she was “Chapter 13: Of the Naturall Condition of Mankind, as concerning their Felicity, and Misery” –

        secret compartments stored the drugs – detectives stowed away below the Plimsoll line – people heard rumours of hushed whispers below, of scribbling pens but no one investigated

        they left the shore which looked like half chewed meat as they moved over the horizon

        photos of the Matterhorn taped over portholes

        things fell into place
        and things fell apart

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    • multiplemichael

      PORK CHOPS CUT OFF A HORSE
      I CALLED THE POLICE
      TOLD THEM TO BRING
      PLENTY OF GUNS
      ————-TOO EXPENSIVE TO REPAIR THE PET
      DONATED TO THE “FEED A LION” FOUNDATION
      TWO BITES AND HISTORY CAME TO A HALT
      OLDTIME CAVEMAN NIGHT WITH HUNGRY ROARS
      SEGMENTS OF AMERICAN SOCIETY
      DEGRADED CIRCUMSTANCES OUTSIDE
      PICASSO ERASED AND TOSSED TO THE CURB
      DICTATED YOUNG GIRLS AND SECRETARIES
      SPONTANEOUS ART AT GREAT HASTE
      IMAGES AND WORDS TO TRICK THE PUBLIC
      JACKED-UP INTELLECTUAL METH
      DIGNITY IN THE BACKPOCKET
      PUTTING THE TONGUE BACK THERE
      WELL, JUST NEVER SEEMED CORRECT
      THEMES BECOMING STREAMS
      BIOLOGICAL CLARITY
      RECTUM READERS
      SNIDE LITERATURE
      *crack-heads wanting commitment

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    • multiplemichael

      INTIMATE MONOLOGUE—BESIEGED WITH COMMENTS
      QUEST FOR HOBO RECOGNITION
      A DRINK IN BOTH HANDS
      SEVERAL MEANINGFUL MOMENTS
      SQUIGGLES OF SOUNDS
      REPETITION OF KEY WORDS
      LONG-SHORT SODOMY
      NOBODY SLEEPS

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    • multiplemichael

      THE NATIVES ARE ANGRY ABOUT THE SOUNDS
      CLOWNS WITH DIRTY DIAPERS
      UPSET EVERYONE
      OINK-OINK
      PINNED-DOWN IN THE ARK
      UNABLE TO MOVE ABOUT
      COUNTLESS TERRIBLE SMELLS
      NOAH WITH HIS BAGPIPE FARTS
      HIS HAIRY SEED PODS GROWING LARGER

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      • eatmorewords

        the photo of you and the monkey is on the dark net – I have the passwords
        encrypted
        not your date of birth, the name of your favourite pet or your first high school crush – a series of letters and signs – it’s written down and buried in vault in Marrakech

        – nighthawks at the diner
        – meth heads on the corner

        they excavated the body and coziness the wound – blunt trauma – the three knees baffled the scientists

        silhouettes of Jagger seen in the negatives – the X-ray machine was throbbing

        the natives peeked from behind curtains and wrote furious letters to government agencies

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      • eatmorewords

        something out of nothing
        there is no other explanation and when they de-thaw the iceberg and the water floods the backstreet and alleyways and reaches the top of the streetlight and cars are underwater the lonely boy will drop his teddy bear and pick up his gun

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      • multiplemichael

        CURIOSITY TOUCHING THE EXTERIOR OF LEVIATHAN
        SHE WAS A TOLERABLE WOMAN
        APPETITES CHANGE
        LUST TURNS TO COMPANIONSHIP
        AGGRESSIVE SKIN IN NEED OF FRICTION
        SINKS DEEP DOWN IN THE SHADOWS
        THE NURSE CALLS IT “INLAND”

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      • eatmorewords

        temporary friendships best chalked up as acquaintances
        fifth attempt at a first impression
        in the ark and the office – never getting below the surface – scratching off thin layers as the wash splashes over
        foot on the edge

        a woman with eyeballs on her jacket
        just walked by

        the detectives have no alibis
        the scientists are unobservable

        retreat to the cave
        burn the libraries
        batten down the hatches

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    • multiplemichael

      SHE WAS THE MASTER OF DENIAL
      REFUSAL TO PROVIDE ACCESS
      AN INCH IN
      NEVER MORE COULD BE
      SHE DISAPPOINTS
      ONLY TO ATTRACT AGAIN
      CHARITABLE SPACE LOCKED TIGHT
      THE LOWLANDS HAVE SANK LOWER

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      • eatmorewords

        the outside of leviathan was confusing to the blind mans touch – brick work and mortar,
        ancient cathedral, the edifice
        snake skin scaly yet,
        smooth while fingers dip into crevices,
        small bore holes, acne faced teenager blackhead reminiscence,
        craters left by un-recorded explosions and sound waves which
        threw the Ark off course
        towards rocks and siren
        wails of the occupants and stowaways in lifeboats hoarding fists prepared for the monarch –

        sailors, come and go with the tide
        the moon is more important than the sun –
        the bloody cycle
        a witches coven

        the sheep separated from the shepherd

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      • eatmorewords

        Jehovah witnesses self publicise their beliefs
        like the amateur flarf man –
        the chapbook kings in the dark corners charging small change for a few well trodden lines –
        newly discovered tunnels have been found leading from the libraries fiction aisle (F to K) to the past –
        the quiet librarians had taken a vow of silence
        monolithic & monk like

        – all explorers (of land
        words,
        of colour) have ideas and worlds buried, a constant desire to find a new way North

        ——————————————

        she told me the two ways to differentiate class is bank balance and if they like jazz

        un-graspable logic

        they make rafts from the dead

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      • eatmorewords

        skin growing over the wreck of leviathan
        like a chameleon
        regenerating, a lost tail

        (when she’s gone
        I think she’s still there – she is my phantom limb)

        – overgrown borders need cutting back and for the first time
        in a long time
        I was mute
        confused by this new lexicon
        the syntax of the arks dictionaries

        the instruction manuals of obsolete computers and refrigerators

        old trainers thrown away and worn by nextme

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      • multiplemichael

        I REFUSE TO COMPETE FOR HER AFFECTION
        ——————————————————————-
        SWALLOWING COINS FOR THE INTERNAL PHONE
        COINS IN MIDAIR—SHE PROMISES JIZZ
        I THOUGHT SHE WAS TALKING MUSIC
        I WAS WRONG—BOY, I WAS WRONG

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    • multiplemichael

      THAT WAS AN AMATORY GOURD IN YOUR PANTS ?
      BUSY PAINTING THE WALLS WITH MICROBES
      TUBERCLE BACILLUS IS THE BOMB
      ONE PSYCHOSOCIAL LAYER
      THEN ANOTHER
      “THIS IS YOUR DEATH”
      *sharing feelings openly made your parents nervous

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    • multiplemichael

      INJECTING MICROBES FROM EUROPE
      BACTERIA ON MY MORNING TOAST
      MAKING EVERYONE FEEL VULNERABLE
      PRODUCING POETRY WITH THE WORDS
      PASTEUR-PASTEUR-PASTEUR
      LOOKING FOR HAPPINESS
      IN ALL THE WRONG PLACES
      IN MY UNDERWEAR
      IN OTHER PEOPLE’S UNDERWEAR
      BEING TOLD TO STOP
      DISTURBING WHAT IS THERE

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      • multiplemichael

        IN OTHER PEOPLE’S UNDERWEAR
        BEING TOLD TO STOP
        DISTURBING WHAT IS THERE
        DEPERSONALIZED GENITALS
        TOMMY GUN——–THE INTERNAL PHONE RANG
        PAPER DOLL GIRL OFFERS A HAND JOB

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      • eatmorewords

        the internal monologue
        at the beginning was
        pit pat patter of rain on windows then
        wind through the trees but louder it grew
        like waves
        the sounds of war
        screams of experimentation

        expressed in words
        scratched on surfaces
        stretched canvas of skin
        with blunt knife strokes

        kids with mouths like coin slots
        missing fingers
        caught in the elastic of underwear
        she has her favourites

        rejoice
        Rejoice
        Rejoice

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      • eatmorewords

        carbon dated the words
        that stretched back to days
        lost in fog
        lost on maps
        Biblical cities of sandalled men
        who begat this
        and begat that

        eating the words fails
        dust annexe

        supersized fishes
        supervised visits

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      • eatmorewords

        grown out of revenge fantasies
        the bored adolescent
        the shoes no longer fit
        the trousers will fall down
        a belt fashioned from electric chord
        with the toaster still attached
        – it clangs along like a metal legged ghost scattering crumbs
        – dive bombed by birds
        swoosh peck flap peck

        the weather man has a face like a vagina
        warned of high seas – CALL THE ARKS BACK TO SHORE

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      • multiplemichael

        THIN NOURISHMENT ON THE ARK
        RELIGIOUS AND THEOLOGICAL CALORIES
        DECIPHERING WORDS
        BOWDLERIZATION
        MISREADINGS
        MECHANICS
        MINOR INCONVENIENCES
        —————————-
        —————————-
        PINK WORMS AND CAPITALIZATION
        PLAYING WITH MAGNITUDES
        IN IRONY OR IN EARNEST

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    • multiplemichael

      IVAN COMPLAINS OF THE IDLENESS
      OF RIGOR MORTIS
      AUDIBLE TICKING IN THE GROIN
      THE PINK WORM—THE BOY PUPPET
      THE CLOCK-DOCTOR CALLED AND CALLED
      REPAIR BORDERING ON BLASPHEMY

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    • multiplemichael

      THE EVERYDAY WELTER OF LIFE
      BUG-EYE CONFUSION
      RUINS HISTORY
      PEOPLE TRY SO HARD
      ———————-BUT NO !!!
      ———————-DAMN HURLY-BURLY LUST
      ———————-GENITALS THAT CAN NOT REST
      THE POTENTIAL FOR CHAOS
      PEEPING FROM BENEATH

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      • eatmorewords

        Dali changed
        rearranged is laid
        like the chicken egg

        self contained and ready to be hit with a spoon

        a moustache that takes on religious significance

        a balance beam for the termites
        scurrying ants ignite the tinderbox

        small donations made to send him away,
        a Viking burial in a burning boat

        the animals can’t tell you when their scared they stamp hoofs and roll eyes but die in silence as the ark hits the rocks

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      • multiplemichael

        —————————-THE LARGE BARGE LANDS————–
        AN ARK OF UNCONSCIOUS MATERIAL
        DALI ON AN ARK
        DALI ON AN ARK
        COUSINS FROM KENTUCKY WITH WELCOMING ARMS
        HORRIFIC UNDERSIDES—RELATIVES HALF-NAKED
        EMACIATED BREASTS AND PURPLE DONGS
        CONSEQUENCES OF SUBSTITUTES
        CHRONIC DEPRESSION AND BLACK LUNG
        HAREM PROSTITUTES GONE BAD
        WORMS AND SLUGS AND HOUSEHOLD BUGS
        ROLES AND HOLES LONG TO EXPIRE
        THE FRONT DOOR IS THE CHURCH
        THE BACKDOOR IS THE CIRCUS
        THE UFO ABDUCTION
        INITIATED THE RESURGENCE
        OF CHILDHOOD MEMORIES

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    • multiplemichael

      CONGESTED MENFOLK SERVING THE BEDROOM
      SLEEPWALKERS WITH JELLY ON THEIR DONGS
      CIRCLES OF FRIENDSHIPS—THROBBING
      EVERY SIZE EVERY SHAPE
      WORN-OUT BALLERINAS
      LOITERING TATTERS
      SPONTANEOUS JISM
      THEATRICAL SEX
      AT HOME

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    • multiplemichael

      ————————————-SHE——————————
      SHE TRIES TO INSULT HIM
      SHE ASKS IF HE ONCE
      MADE CUTLERY
      THE MISSING FINGERS
      NOBLE ENTERPRISE
      OR A SORDID MOMENT ?

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    • multiplemichael

      SHE WAS FIXED WITH REASONABLE CERTAINTY
      COMPLETION OF MOUTH-CYCLE——MONTH-CYCLE
      ASKING YOU TO MODIFY HER LONELINESS
      COMPLAINING ABOUT UNFITTED EYES
      DECIDUOUS SMELLS AND MARKS
      WEDDING DAY WIPES

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    • multiplemichael

      THE NAKED BLISS OF JACKIE O.
      WIDESPREAD FOR HER JOHNNY BOY
      ITALIAN CIGARETTE MASCULINITY
      ————————————————–
      FREE FROM THE KISSES AND PRICKS
      OF HOLLYWOOD————————–
      ————————————————–
      RICH ENOUGH TO PAY
      MEN TO SHOW THEIR PENISES
      WHOLLY ABSORBED IN NUDITY
      BUTTONED UP IN FLESH

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      • eatmorewords

        a strong Protestant work ethic – grazed knees
        gash on the elbow – two letters missing from the Hollywood sign – pickets lines & picket signs
        teamsters have the cigarette game covered –
        spread out like a treasure map, two many Johns on the scene –
        rich enough to pay poor enough to care
        – – she was always worried someone would find the negatives

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      • multiplemichael

        how scary to think there may be a room

        full of people who wish to further reduce themselves

        passions screaming in mute humans

        —–the fire of existence——-

        we live and die in flames

        narcissistic isolation in a crowded room

        loved ones become ghosts that haunt

        specific gravity is the enemy of poetry

        dilemmas that move in deeper regions

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    • multiplemichael

      A SHORT VIDEO FROM THE HONEYMOON NIGHT
      “SPECIFIC GRAVITY AND THE WET SPOT”
      ANY EFFORT TO DEFINE BEING SHOULD NEVER BE PUT IN WORDS
      RELATIONS TO OTHERS—LIKE TRYING TO LISTEN TO SILENCE
      METAPHORS LOCKED IN FLESH
      ALL-CONSUMING VICIOUS CIRCLE

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      • eatmorewords

        max speed on this stretch is 30, speeding car, a boy making fires under the Burma shave sign,
        a smooth trespass,
        – translated into old German
        la la la la lala la
        the shadow of Lincoln
        9 foot in with his hat cast darkness where the watered seeds won’t grow – I popped round and saw a thousand flarf machines frantically spewing out pulped words
        – non linear sentences just end like an amputees legs
        – standing on a giants shoulder stealing from the mouths of babes
        – no lUbe no entrance
        a vicious circle of a dog chasing its tail

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      • multiplemichael

        UNRAVELING OF THE SWEATER—-30mph
        THAT”S CODE FOR SEXUALITY IN LAWFUL MARRIAGE
        SWITCHING POSITIONS AND OPENINGS
        AWFUL, CRUDE, OUTRIGHT BLASPHEMY
        TALK OF A BATTERING RAM
        WHISPERS AROUND A FLASHLIGHT
        IN YOUR YOUTH
        EXTRAORDINARY EMPHASIS
        ON PENETRATION
        *penetration of a tight body
        ————————————
        ————————————
        ————————————
        SHADOWS LEAP FROM THE EYES OF LINCOLN
        JUST THE THOUGHT OF SEXUAL RAPE
        HIS THREE PERSON’D SODOMY
        NOT A SINGLE HISTORY BOOK
        MENTIONS HIS MUSCULAR RECTUM

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      • multiplemichael

        A THOUSAND FLARF MACHINES
        THE WORDS PEEKING AND PEEPING
        JEALOUSY IS CONTRARY
        YET EVEN CHRIST
        GUARDED HIS BRIDE
        *endless men wanting to enter
        **she who pleases him must please many

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    • multiplemichael

      BRIAN EPSTEIN FLOATED AWAY
      SEVERAL HAIRDRESSERS CRIED
      PROBABLY A COUPLE OF FISH PORTERS
      RUMOR HAD IT
      THAT THERE WAS A 55 GALLON
      BARREL OF LUBE IN THE BEDROOM
      SHEETS WITH INCAPACITATED
      WRITTEN ON THEM

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    • multiplemichael

      she said that she looked for the small hand
      not the small mind
      constant ingredients
      stars that fall
      and feed the grave
      one day it may be the crescent-shaped Milky Way
      through the narrows

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      • eatmorewords

        small hands make intricate work easier
        – clumsy handed poet hairy knuckles
        constantly dropping words here and
        there, yards from the grave, open like a screaming mouth
        and wobbly teeth rattling like antique fences in hurricane season –
        – through the narrows
        – down the snickets

        she would be waiting for me at the end

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    • multiplemichael

      OUTSIDE IN THE PARKING LOT
      DETACHED INTERPRETERS
      OF CONVERSATIONAL POETRY
      WHERE THE PRIVATE
      IS MADE PUBLIC
      YOU GASP AT THE MACHINERY
      THE POETRY GENERATORS
      THE RAW NAKEDNESS
      *blood and guts and nerve strings

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      • eatmorewords

        the pockets of the curtain clown trousers – festival maths amongst the unwashed – criminals and detectives on downtime, sharing anecdotes
        cum
        death faces
        washed away the stains that hide the clues burned from family tree bark

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    • multiplemichael

      that was an amatory gourd in her purse
      sleight-of-hand manipulation
      she had quite a love for the theatrical
      life lurked in the murkiest oblivion
      she made trousers from old curtains
      some were clown pants
      others were traveler pants
      her fingers gummy with sin
      terrors of its punishment
      copper-colored
      in her underpants
      *fumes from her sulphurous pit were difficult to ignore

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      • eatmorewords

        gummy with sin fingerprints
        all along the clowns thick seam -she always made sure the trousers had room to breath
        like
        trees and a healthy lung

        copper coloured rash required ointment three times a day – embarrassment at the pharmacy

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    • multiplemichael

      JOHNNY BOY and the sewing circle
      unturned stones
      with names of people done wrong
      A STRATEGY FOR STEALING CUTLERY
      an enormous range of factors
      clown pants with special pockets
      hidden compartments in the lunch pail
      a rectal chasm

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      • eatmorewords

        Johnny Boy in the middle of crop circle surrounded by the reading groups books –
        – sky-skraping around, a fence of words, a pocket full of nouns,
        – hidden compartments of erasers
        – exfoliate the harsh words

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      • eatmorewords

        quart of seed watered with urine
        unhappy gardner lost in a haiku
        a forest west with ghosts
        no mattress for these broken bones
        no love lost
        tough boys at the hanging party

        she has said many things to many people all taken with a pinch of salt

        *at a teenage party we tried to summon the devil with backwards words & heavy metal

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    • multiplemichael

      WARM YOURSELF—WALK INTO THE FIRE
      CATASTROPHE-DADDY
      HEAVY COST
      MILLIONS OF DEAD LIONS
      JUST ONE MORE
      JOHN KENNEDY THE LION
      ——————————————
      ——————————————
      HOLD PRISON UPSIDE DOWN
      POETRY SPILLS OUT

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    • multiplemichael

      A SLEEPING WOMAN IN YOUR BED
      NOT A NAMELESS ACTOR
      YOUR PUPPET BY MARRIAGE
      TICKING THE CLOCK DADDY
      AEROBICS CLASS UNDER THE RUG
      DANCING SILHOUETTES
      IN THE BACK OF THE MIND
      A BEAUTY SALON OR TWO
      THE NAILS ARE ON STAGE
      SURGEON GRADE CUTLERY
      SURGEON GRADE CUTLERY
      SURGEON GRADE CUTLERY
      *surgeon grade cutlery

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      • eatmorewords

        surgeons cutlery has different names – scalpel and pincer
        paper cut the receipts

        – razor sharpe
        tightrope walker
        unbalanced like elephants and ants on see-saws*
        the daily grind and the disillusion of every wish

        *stolen lyrics from hip hop hierarchy

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      • multiplemichael

        SINGLE WISH IN FLORIDA
        ALL SPANISH SPEAKING PEOPLE
        SAIL TO SPAIN AND RESIDE
        BANKROLLED BY THE VATICAN
        BYE-BYE EVERYTHING SPANISH
        ENGLISH SPEAKING PEOPLE
        EVERYWHERE ONE GOES
        BEAUTIFUL ENGLISH !!!
        *makes one weepy

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      • multiplemichael

        UNBALANCED LIKE QUENTIN TARANTINO
        AND JODIE FOSTER
        SMELL THEIR BUTT CRACKS
        BURGERS AND FRIES
        INDIGENOUS CHEESE
        BURGERS AND FRIES
        INDIGENOUS CHEESE
        SMELL THEIR BUTT CRACKS
        ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————–SPANISH PEOPLE COMPLAINING
        ABOUT JAPANESE SPEAKING
        JAPANESE

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      • eatmorewords

        Japanese tourists happy to buy that $25 milkshake –
        walking in groups safety in numbers eating ice cream and using their eyes – postcodes home smell of vanilla
        softer skin
        juicer meats
        a circle jerk of finger sniffers

        the small hole expands like a lung
        – Spanish confused for Italians, all hand gestures and high tar cigarettes –

        Japanese tourist commit suicide in boutique hotel overlooking popular tourist destination, found naked with a camera round neck

        to much fluoride in the water

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    • multiplemichael

      GIANT HEAVY STONES PLACED ON TOP
      OF BIOLOGICAL FATHER
      ASSOCIATIONS—TRUE OR FALSE
      ALTERNATING ASS CRACK
      THE ROOT GROWN IN THE HEART
      TEARS FALL AROUND THE GRAVE
      MEMORIES BLOSSOM AND BURST
      HALOS OF LIGHT ON LOAN
      *fat children bending the branches
      *family tree afraid of Christian carpenter

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      • eatmorewords

        uncleared crack witnesses growth of moss while small insects are lost in the undergrowth
        -father can just be a name on a piece of paper, a signature forged
        – fat children, humpy dumpy shaped, wobble wobble wobble – fingers constantly covered in flavours

        girls on the corner twerking for god
        girls on the corner twerking for god

        Vaseline halos

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      • eatmorewords

        blindates smell of popcorn in cinema rows to busy thinking about third base to watch the film – all protagonist melt into one – third base
        pubic scratch
        pleasure in the dark with popcorn fingers
        ticket kept as souvenir
        can only fell aroused in these circumstances – in the dark amongst loud dialogue

        (something to discuss at the next group meeting)

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    • multiplemichael

      EXPLICIT MATH CLASSES WERE TOO MUCH
      EACH NUMBER DIVIDING ITSELF
      DOUBLING AND DOUBLING
      THE PRICE OF ANDROGYNOUS NUMBERS
      SKYROCKETED
      MODERNITY TAINTED WITH BUTTONED-UP
      TROUSERS
      CHATTER ABOUT HER HOTHOUSE SNAPPER
      CONFESSIONAL POETRY CENSORED
      CONVERSATIONAL POETRY CENSORED
      CHARLIE ZERO WITH HIS DIRTY DIAPER
      HIS LURID ORANGE TONGUE
      A MENTAL HERNIA WITH NO TRUSS
      MASOCHISTIC READING (peevish/egotistical)

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    • multiplemichael

      POETRY THAT IS PERPETUATING
      WHAT IS DELETERIOUS
      CONFINED TO TELEVISED FLARF
      DETAILED MAPPINGS OF POETS
      ———“SEALING-OVER”———
      THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS
      PICTORIAL CONTENT
      UFO ABDUCTIONS
      PIVOTAL MOMENTS
      FLUCTUATIONS

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    • multiplemichael

      HOW DARE YOU DO A SELF-PORTRAIT
      AS A STICK FIGURE
      BANG IT TO THE CURB
      PICTORIAL EXPRESSIVENESS
      CAN BE EVERYTHING
      YOU WANT THE GOOD PILLS
      DRAW YOURSELF WITH 7 EYES
      PUT QUESTION MARKS
      IN YOUR EARS
      TELL THE DOCTOR
      THAT YOU CAN SMELL
      HIS DIRTY BUTT
      POSSIBLY
      A SMALL ANIMAL
      IS TRAPPED
      IN THE MOUTH
      OF HIS RECTUM
      VOLUNTEER TO LEAD
      A SEARCH CREW

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      • eatmorewords

        self portrait with twigs and vegetables
        the vagueness of raisin eyes,
        feminine fruits convey a softness you’ve tried to hide –
        – small twig legs
        – seen from the distance, the round shadow, Humpty Dumpty
        – I told the students to paint me as they saw fit – black canvas, clown trousers, a lighthouse smashed by waves, a single cloud,
        cumulus,
        over acres of wheat

        there will always be distance between us she said, country miles and gaps in the geography

        the rescue party fell deep inside the dark

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      • multiplemichael

        THE DOCTOR SAID THAT THE GOAL
        WAS TO BECOME UNIFIED
        him or me ?
        I ASKED HIM TO PROVE THAT HE WAS A MAN
        A BIG BABY ABOUT HIS PENIS
        SOOTHSAYERS AGREE:
        NO WEE-WEE
        NO INSIGHT-ORIENTED POSSIBILITIES

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    • multiplemichael

      HETEROSEXUAL SPLINTERS AT THE HOLIDAY TABLE
      DISSECTING A TURKEY OR A PIG OR WORSE
      YOUR SISTER-IN-LAW THINKING ABOUT
      PUTTING A SERIOUS SNAKE-BITE
      ON YOUR MANHOOD
      HER ONCE MUSCULAR VULVA
      NOW HIDDEN FROM SIGHT
      —one would have to be suicidally-inclined

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    • multiplemichael

      WHISTLING UP YOUR STICK AGAIN
      THE SPIRITUAL DISLOCATION OF JOHNNY BOY
      SCIENTIFIC ALL THE WAY
      RENOUNCE MAGIC AND MIRACLES
      FOR THE MEASURING STICK
      WHY TONGUE DELUSIONS
      WHEN NUMBERS ARE SO READILY AVAILABLE ?
      THIS WORLD OF ANGRY APES SHALL SOON PERISH
      EACH DAY WILL BE A PLEASANT COMEDY
      NO MORE REALISTS OR GENEVA NEGOTIATIONS
      A COMPLETE HALT TO ANYTHING AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL

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      • eatmorewords

        all thing autobiographical will be littered with fake recollections of other people life’s – punchlines to late night jokes –

        the only numbers in my book will be at the bottom of the page –

        under interrogation the beam of Nazi lamps no one will admit the truth – no one knows the truth

        all the leads and threads are one big tangled noose knotted

        multiplemicheal at a window in Florida counting the black bulls
        watching the stampede unable to hold back the deluge

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      • multiplemichael

        both of your sisters were autobiographical
        they wrote poetry about filth and vulgarity
        Russian mafia ties
        in a stupor
        you start adding numbers
        look at Johnny Boy go
        your book is bottom heavy
        that’s where you put all the numbers
        the violent healthcare struggle in America
        has mailed you countless numbers
        painstakingly, you double glue them
        to the rubbery surface of MEAT

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      • multiplemichael

        YOUR SISTERS WERE DRINKING EXPENSIVE COGNAC
        THEY LIVED BY THE LAWS OF STEREOTYPED HYPE
        “OUR MOTIVES ARE COMPLETELY INNOCENT”
        WHEN I LOOKED I SAW PRETENTIOUSNESS AND VULGARITY
        I SAW DIRTY SEWER RATS….WEEDS GONE TO SEED
        PEASANTS WHO HAD FORGOTTEN THEIR PLACE

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      • multiplemichael

        SHE RUBBED HER GUMS LIKE AN AUTUMN LANDSCAPE
        TRACTION FOR THE TEETH…BUNGLED ON COGNAC
        A MORTGAGE ON JOHNNY BOY
        DO SISTERS HAVE HEREDITARY RIGHTS ?
        IN REAL LIFE THE UNUSUAL RARELY HAPPENS
        JOHNNY BOY WAS EXPOSED TO EXPLICIT MATH PROBLEMS
        ON THE SAME DAY HUSTLER MAGAZINE SHOWED CLOSE-UPS
        OF HELLO KITTY PUSH-PINS HOLDING LARGE LABIA OPEN

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      • multiplemichael

        YOU DOUBLE GLUE POETRY
        TO THE RUBBERY SURFACE
        OF WORDPRESS
        THE BEAM OF NAZI LAMPS
        FLOOD WASHINGTON DC
        SEWER RATS
        HELL-SENT SEWER RATS
        DRINKING COCA-COLA
        DRIVING AUTOMOBILES
        RESIDENT POETS
        GHOSTLY SCIENCE
        LOCAL PROPONENTS
        CURIE HOUSE LIQUOR
        GLOWS IN THE TUMMY
        KINDNESS AND THEN DEATH

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    • multiplemichael

      A COMPLETE HALT TO ANYTHING AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL
      ——HOW MANY TIMES CAN ONE WHISPER, HOMO AMERICANUS ?
      SUNDAY-SCHOOL FINGERS…TEN MINUTES AT THE MOST
      COMPETENT IN ANATOMY AND STORE BOUGHT LUBE
      REMEMBER THE GURGLE OF TERROR
      AND THE CHEAP ICE CREAM ?

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      • multiplemichael

        A COMPLETE HALT TO ANYTHING AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL
        CYNICAL JOKES AND OFF-COLOR COMMENTS
        ONE QUESTION: ANY MONEY IN THE POCKET ?
        A DAILY SCOLDING AFTER SCHOOL
        DEGRADED BY SUSPICION
        ACQUAINTANCES WITH GUNS
        HELP MAKE BOTH ENDS MEET
        *constant gossip

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  2. multiplemichael

    so you really are a DETECTIVE
    only family members knew about her teeth
    many a night she has rubbed her gums like an autumn landscape
    the previous splendor nothing now but a mockery
    rude children told her to chew on broken glass
    they were no better than insects
    they could neither reason synthetically or analytically
    only one little girl knew percentages remain constant
    she spoke with a hiatus between vowels
    her father was noted for the removal of dead things
    organ-grinders street musicians anything or anyone
    if the spirit was separated then he would spring into action
    a conclusion without having to stop for thought
    decay increased the cost
    beautiful girls were nearly free

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    • eatmorewords

      I’m no detective I just wear the right hat anyone could do this
      and those girls
      those children
      were prissy little things just

      skin and bones and teeth and nails and bows
      grazed knee scarlet

      spoilt in the wrong ways

      they picked up the broken glass and offered it to retired magicians in exchange for magic tricks

      she was the molasses girl

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      • eatmorewords

        copied until it gets jammed – copier toner as a metaphor – the poets weapon – bold but fades until it disappears invisible illegible – the copies become weaker and weaker – nothing lasts forever – not you
        not me
        we are meat
        which won’t last forever

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      • multiplemichael

        VIRGINAL AND SAINTLY MEAT
        THE BURDEN OF MEAT
        UNWILLED MEAT
        ACCIDENTAL
        UNREDEEMABLE
        INFLUENTIAL UNDERCUTS
        CONSTRICTION
        FOUR-WORD CONSTRICTION
        “THAT HURTS LIKE HELL”
        ——————-YOUR LOYALTY TO NUMBERS
        THE FEELINGS STIMULATED BY PUSH PINS
        OBSCURE CHILDHOOD MAPS AND STRING
        THAT SILLY COMPASS THAT RICOCHETS

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      • multiplemichael

        HOW CAN YOU SAFELY MEASURE THE DISTANCE
        FROM THE TRIBE ?
        AT NIGHT ONE HEARS THE DRUMS AND THE GOD-AWFUL CRIES
        NO SUPPRESSION OF RAGE
        PEOPLE DANCE NAKED
        COVERED IN THE RED OF MYTH

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      • multiplemichael

        YOU NEVER MENTION THE CLOSET-CAGE
        OR LANGUAGE AS PAINFUL AS RAPE
        THERE WERE DREAMS OF DESEXED GHOULS
        AND CONVERSATIONS WITH NORMAN’S MOTHER
        MACHINATIONS OF A WIFE
        MAKING TRIPS IN REVERSE
        ——YOU ARE THE MAN OF THE HOUSE—–
        SIRED CHILDREN LEFT AND RIGHT
        AND NOW THE POSTSEXUAL REGIME

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    • multiplemichael

      VERY POETIC:
      to rub your gums like an autumn landscape
      if I were to rub her gums
      it would be a wild romp
      every tendency to mentalize
      sexual intercourse on the moon
      making babies looking out
      the window of a spacecraft
      the dirt of life
      even there

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  3. multiplemichael

    she loved the BEATLES more than sweet schematic versions of syrup
    at her young age they were just starting to sing “I wanta rattle”
    it sounded more like “I wanta rattul” if that makes any sense
    the BEATLES are missing from our lives now
    there was a tremendous concentration of horsepower in those boys
    horsepower for love they were modern jesus puppies
    they tried so hard to be avant garde
    social repression bombs
    to abandon the restrictions of common man
    push pins surrounding the blind spots
    push pins without quotation marks
    artistic soft push pins that were useless
    logic is the king of the kingdom
    it must prove and prove endlessly
    numbers know no partition
    number mingling leads to mysticism
    number nine number nine
    no one remembers the poor souls in forced labor camps
    at night you could hear the misery
    it was a form of satanic music
    the notes were footprints
    they are walking on our souls
    wake jesus from his bedchamber

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    • eatmorewords

      she never watched films that stared aliens the thought of life on other planets scared her till the leaves fell and the trees were naked – she shivered at the
      thought of alien life on a ball of rock the thought of this made her bones ache but she spend nights sketching hybrid bodies, oval heads, opal eyes, drawings till the pencil became nubs – feverish – pencil shavings piling up – she did the math –

      she knew he was cheating sending correspondence to relatives of the labour camp victims she sent letters forged in rooms with no curtains she sent pins, poisonous

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  4. multiplemichael

    out of the sarcophagi and into the frying pan
    she went to school with Spielberg and worked closely with him on the movie
    ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE
    she laid the groundwork for the thought:
    THINKING ABOUT THE PAST CHANGES THE FUTURE !!!
    simulated reality became simulated reality to her
    she was blinded by Spielberg Science
    she secretly thought of herself as Ligeja of Poe fame
    she wanted to die of a romantic wasting disease and leave Spielberg in agony
    to watch him suffer as she had suffered all those years
    she at the hands of barbers hangmen vagabonds high school sweethearts
    males who would distill melt coagulate sublimate filter and sometimes precipitate her
    minute by minute hour by hour her naked body would be tossed around
    SHE WAS A SUBMISSIVE ANSWER TO AN ARROGANT QUESTION

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  5. multiplemichael

    harsh people with big heads and big eyes
    bear down on her
    like she is a number two about to drop
    she carries within herself elements of weakness
    and inadequacy that sap
    her creative powers
    and that creativity is not generic
    she as an individual should be able to stand tall
    ABSOLUTE SIGNIFICANCE NOW !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  6. multiplemichael

    life on other planets or rocks covered in fur
    one must question the amount of salt in their blood
    oceanic salt with sharp facets
    stars resemble salt crystals
    milky dispersion in utensils
    corrosive powers can be dangerous
    cut the creature in ALIEN and you got acidity
    knucklebones those damn aliens
    throw them in the river of time
    and let them drown in oblivion
    derelicts of the shipwreck
    become derelicts of memory
    milled as portraits and then discarded
    written in pencil and then erased
    EARTH IS THE BODY OF GOD
    WE STAND ON CHRIST
    WITH OUR GUILT

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    • eatmorewords

      aged weatherman proposed that he had seen it all – new alphabets seen through opal eyes
      a new direction away from…from
      but into the new – craving vitality only found in yet to be discovered spores – under moon rock on a distant planet – up
      up up
      and over there where gods are replaced everyday by fridge freezers, chipped skateboards, the frayed hem of a dead curtain

      we mother cried rust
      her father scratched his fears into oak

      there is a margin for errors but the errors in the margin crossed the line and blurred

      the DEVIL is in the detail she repeated as she tried to count the grains of salt her blood under a microscope she invented new worlds,
      granular and sweeeeeeet

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  7. multiplemichael

    well, all your aged weathermen come down here to southern florida
    and change their last names to things like sweetpea or yellowcake
    and start preaching new alphabets as they email joan rivers
    meanwhile the wind blows the rain falls the sun shines
    today it will be humid hot with a possibility of a downpour
    how difficult is that ?
    oh, by the way 289 people were murdered last night
    we think it was bullets
    goat dung never makes the news
    famous movie stars often have goat dung in the corners of their minds
    I thought I saw some under Obama’s fingernails once
    I wonder if he ever double dated at a bingo hall ?
    ………..breaking news, there was absolute tomfoolery today OBAMA AT THE BINGO HALL
    you are 100% correct that the devil is in the detail
    SHE (remember she) OFTEN WONDERED IF HEAVEN WILL BE A HAPPY PLACE
    a life of carnality and delinquency on earth
    what will that weigh at the judgment scale ?
    what price that boldness on judgment day ?
    you mentioned that she drew images of aliens
    she also produced caricatures of jesus
    one of her favorites was an image John saw in his Patmos vision
    the blast of a trumpet and the sound of mighty waters
    jesus had white wool-like hair
    flames shot from his eyes
    a sword protruded from his mouth
    nothing out of the ordinary
    she used a #2 pencil

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  8. multiplemichael

    the scales may be tipped easily
    she couldn’t rest
    what if her lack of obedient attention to the bingo hall air conditioner filter
    was what sent her south?
    what if she missed a single spore ?
    could she be perfect unto death ?
    was there a truckload of manna in her future ?
    what will her pet name from jesus be ?
    all these questions and no answers
    late at night she would grind her teeth
    her neighbors were troubled and listened to loud industrial funk 24/7
    they were into Nascar push pins
    Sterling Marlin push pins were the bomb
    no one knows what happened to Sterling
    one day he just drove off the track and that was the end of him
    not another single word
    some people say they saw him in porno movies but that’s not true
    Sterling was a decent fellow
    he didn’t even know who Anton LaVey was
    much less date his daughter

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    • eatmorewords

      Anton LaVey was tanned mingling with retired weather men – incognito – hidden under accupuncture pins English newsreaders bake in Florida sun – their felt tip name tags melt in your sun – it’s makes a change from the Biblical storms experienced on hill and dale where images of Jesus are shaved into the sides of sacrificial sheep –
      sinister farmers on lonely hills amongst high winds

      the death toll was repeated on a rolling news scroll bar
      the death toll was a combination of:
      gunshots
      boredom
      car crash
      animal stampedes
      inertia
      imbibing of poisonous metals
      you get the picture?

      Obama rejected coincidence demanded the bingo caller call his numbers DEMANDED THIS

      – his secret gulags, orange suited Stalinesque managed by Joan Rivers – a funny sketch no doubt

      almost as funny as NASCAR and its insistence on going round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and her brain slipped into neutral

      to a happy place free of delinquency, depravity, cow shit, famous people and their famous faces…a world of #2 pencils and push pin landscapes

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      • eatmorewords

        they found a tumour in her – her being the she we mentioned –
        the satellite directly above her scalp spied through clouds space geography mountains skin follicles a million atoms – spied and found it there – computer coded data send back invisibly to sterile rooms where the stethoscope confirmed what the space eye knew

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  9. multiplemichael

    that’s funny, that exact satellite found a tumor on my Uncle Innuendo and he had been dead and buried for two years……..possibly petrified tumors count
    Joan Rivers just blogged that she was fearful of masquerade slippage
    talk about a tight allegiance with falsehood
    through knife, sword, and chastening times Joan has stood strong
    although her heart may be made of stone
    she gave 29 cents to the tribulation period relief fund
    “watch, therefore; Joan, for ye know not what hour your lord doth come”
    SHE who has no name yet you know of whom I speak
    the girl with the fear of other beings living on distant planets
    or rocks covered with fur
    or heartburn with serpent gas
    she is far too serious !!!
    when she was young her parents dressed in baboon outfits
    and tried to scare her masturbation habit away
    she had only gotten good at the circle circle then hornet sting pleasure game
    that was a terrible experience when the baboons jumped into her bedroom
    she had just gotten herself worked up
    no dry lips in that hot pocket
    her hand was like a Nascar race
    round and round and round
    she had never seen baboons before
    or cheap ape costumes with fake shag carpet hair
    her first thoughts were racial rape related
    her second thoughts were flying saucer abduction related
    later she privately chuckled that two baboons were the first people to see her monkey

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    • eatmorewords

      the monkey sketch was immense – the weight of it, heavy like rain soaked curtains –
      their simian pelt, strands stuck together with biological junk – fat detectives extracted baboon hair with tweezers – maybe the final clue in the case?

      The best fucking coffee in the precinct.

      Joan Rivers email is spam proof – her allegiance is to scalpel wielders – Within the folds of 1000 faces / taught skin ready to split / so taught you see through to her brain – but from the folds of
      skin emerge the lost planes of the Bermuda Triangle.

      her triangle, direct lineage to her monkey

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  10. multiplemichael

    sometimes gentlewomen will pretend to be fat detectives
    illiterate men cannot read baboon hair
    nor appreciate its value in the sight of God
    one wonders why Cain and Abel weren’t thrown in the ditch at an early age
    why bother raising a corpse and a murderer ?
    birds poop sorrows losses sickness pain
    deformity knocks on each door
    strange combinations and linkages
    push pins of self-realization
    the uncountable “thou”
    gentlewomen play parts reserved for men
    one must swallow the dress of men to act in a male world
    appropriating male roles
    ………..oedipal wrestling matches…………………….
    gentlewomen coaxing God to be available

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  11. multiplemichael

    to experience sexuality they tied Joan Rivers to the hood of a Nascar favorite
    she quickly got past her infant oral stage and made grand progress on deriving satisfaction
    by way of tunnel………right out of Freudian narrative…..RPMS for release
    rechanneled relocated release
    closer to God
    He is our dearest guest
    God is immanent in our flesh
    open erotic expression
    personal and cosmic
    at 200 MPH just ask Joan

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  12. multiplemichael

    coping with the last ten comments……..the welter of comments
    unnoticed and unremarked by a tough crowd
    correspondence, an outward cry for equilibrium
    every word is against the storm
    words matter not……….WE LIVED
    outward inward……….the nuthouse of language
    we had courage facing great demons
    confessionals at best
    confessionals at worst

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  13. multiplemichael

    for fuller intensity squeeze squirrel nuts
    poets online raging against the disorder of things
    reading zero please sing more to the left
    seasonal push pins……….very rural
    habitually acknowledge their own presence
    please brighten us with a blaze
    unwrap the gift of Being
    keep push pins out of the hands of country laborers
    geological maps with puerile speculations
    push pins holding up a waking nightmare
    borderline poverty on the postage stamp
    fat detectives grown accustomed to hungry people
    ungraspable flux…….dead pets embedded in flux
    dead animal elegies………guerrilla phrasing
    missing friends left at a fire in the forest
    good-bye in a wavering loon manner

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  14. multiplemichael

    for fuller intensity squeeze squirrel nuts
    oracular or esoteric……
    take your recipes
    your wavering loon tune
    and leave the wilderness
    TOURISM IS THE NEW TUMOR
    grinding poverty is a full-time occupation
    to hell with your poster pictures of our barns
    barns that have sunk steadily progressively further and further down
    our children in rags sleeping in thorns to ward off the rats
    crooked for the lack of vitamin C
    WE MAY BE BENT BUT ARE FAR FROM BROKEN

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    • eatmorewords

      vitamins from the sin – we are far from breakable – like space material used to make space shuttle cutlery – we are durable – desirable – our words are worth more then all the Inca gold –

      6million deaths at the foot of the mountain

      the pilgrim fathers invented NASCAR as a joke – a way to induce comas –
      they hid the truth of orgasm so we could seek – so we could experiment –

      she, the she, her, for it is her escaped the plantation

      solace in the nuthouse where I used to work (this is true…) pale municipal coloured walls trapped in time the sound of pool balls clinking, the bounce if a ping pong ball, a TV sound but no picture, daily bingo, the wail
      the screams of people not wired up right or chemically deficient in this way or that, the rattle of medicine to be taken at regular intervals the walls, again
      two inch thick with nicotine tar white bearded man with yellow nicotine steak yellow lines – the wailing – vocal pain – fear fear – lupine

      Joan Rivers has filled a complaint

      it is my birthday so I bid your leave to eat cake
      extinguish candles

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  15. multiplemichael

    HOPE YOU HAD A DADDY LONGLEGS KIND OF BIRTHDAY !!!
    I managed to go to sleep and now it is a new day
    rumor has it (this is only a rumor): Joan Rivers was admitted to MT SAINAI HOSPITAL
    today complaining of internal discomfort…upon examination, MS. Rivers was thought to
    have a small Kodiak bear hibernating in her lower colon (you might ask why it was a Kodiak
    bear and not a silverback gorilla or a moose…well, she had just completed a survival course
    on the Kodiak Archipelago and had spent several nights sleeping outside nude with Navy
    Seals)……..anyway, the obstruction turned out to be a full length fur coat of unknown
    origin………no word on how it was removed…..upon questioning, MS. Rivers stated that
    she recalled placing the fur piece in a small foul smelling closet…there is speculation
    that more objects may be lodged there

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  16. multiplemichael

    SHE SHE SHE SHE SHE SHE SHE SHE SHE SHE SHE
    she is a taproot with all its tiny rootlets turned upside down
    many of the children were generated without the assistance of a female
    they were the offspring of The Divine Mistress/The Dark Mother
    remember in the end it will be Christ and only Christ who will destroy the enemy
    turn your back on the lake of fire of everlasting torment
    the last enemy is death………death holds no claim on Christ

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  17. multiplemichael

    brooding on the play of time:
    was there ever a girlish image in the truth mirror ?
    youthful gaiety ?
    pleasure had to be rehearsed
    tiny pieces of paper with words written on them:
    sentimental sin
    young love
    monkey-face scamp
    chatterbox
    each piece of paper was pinned to the wall of reminiscences
    no room for mid-life !!!
    BE YOUNG IN YOUR YOUTH
    scientific knowledge may pull a fur coat out of Joan Rivers
    or take a color photograph of blue milk
    but it can never correct Jesus
    no one brags of the fruit trees of atheism
    THE FRUITS OF AN EMPTY HEART
    stray from the spiritual path and find yourself in the turbid darkness
    a place where suffering is the source of thought

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  18. multiplemichael

    speak of a closet drama the space station just got new improved cutlery
    both durable and desirable free of slavery free of the past
    neither spoon or fork… assembled in a top secret lab
    space station cutlery is the principal industry of the small town
    the manufacture of outer space cutlery
    hyper-secret: local spring water imparts a sovereign temper to the cutlery
    you say that our words are worth more than gold
    what criterion in deciding their value or necessity ?
    to regard words so highly…..is it a kind of idolatry ?
    fragmentary diary installments
    WHAT IF WE HACK OFF THE OUTER PROTECTIVE SHELL OF OUR WORDS ?
    in dreams are you a stranger to words ?
    many words or phrases can be totally incomprehensible
    you secretly yearn for something indescribable
    to turn actual feelings into words
    unable to keep pace with the times
    to never go beyond THE BEATLES or THE ROLLING STONES

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  19. multiplemichael

    NASCAR has built a track around the plantation
    the past consumes its own tail
    pessimism and defeat are eternal push pins
    work in the field has lapsed into the race track
    the cruel circle modernized into a high-powered hell
    NASCAR with its fostering tricks
    has turned the slaves into willing servants
    the haunting presence of thousands of spectators
    with great artistic flair who will master who will crash

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    • eatmorewords

      the internal fur scratched vital organs and tickled her – laughing one her own – laughing like a mad woman (back to asylum?) – maybe..but

      .the Navy Seals all signed non-disclosures agreements and to this day they all live by a code of silence…once a year they met up on wooden cabin and reminisce about the days of Joan ..but one day one of them will go rouge – will draw up a hit list – to erase the hierarchy of command – until all that exists is him and the truth of the Archipelago – he has been infiltrated by a faceless South American meat conglomerate

      Confusion over Kodiak bears and Kodak camera – the hard K – meaningless as a child’s first ‘goo’— unyielding consonants – snapping like a camera shutter in your face – you can’t take pictures with a bears. Thousands have tried.

      The female, she, her, lived in the town built to build space cutlery – spent years trying to redesign the fork – futile – sometimes things just seen to be perfect..space age plates, now there was something’s he could get her teeth into – #2 pencil drawing board spine

      and you ask what criterion is used to measure words against gold – the answer unquantifiable – there are to many meanings to words – to many angles to approach them –
      to many avenues she can’t keep this up –

      the birthday cake is going dry on the windowsill – the curtains are missing

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  20. multiplemichael

    just the mention of INTERNAL FUR made the sodomites go wild !!!
    on hearing the cries in the night do we understand them ?
    if challenged to repeat them….would it be nearly impossible ?
    the value of words
    dictionary definitions
    verbal bludgeons in the shadows
    you dare not show me your fetish
    your mathematical matters
    assigning beliefs to their proper place on the scale
    assigning beliefs requires more than Hello Kitty push pins
    PLEASE COMPOSE A TELEGRAPHIC ALPHABET

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  21. multiplemichael

    never accept a push pin from an eye-witness
    or ask such a person to observe your privates
    as errors of observation are difficult to erase
    as diffuse background noise is troublesome to filter
    once an image of your privates has materialized
    true or false, no matter how singularly unspectacular
    the roar may never soften
    from pencil scribbling to history books
    your junk will be a phenomena
    GOD SAVE THE QUEEN

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  22. multiplemichael

    people constantly say that this is the contemporary world
    what a load of crap….this is already ancient yesterday
    not one whole day after Rome
    in a humorous way yesterday was a lie
    each woman felt that she was on the most intimate
    and open terms with her man
    lip service with no ears
    not adult ears
    the most neglected creature
    the loving female
    place the thorns around your untamed regions
    protect yourself from the grime and dirt of false romance
    inner blindness is a terrible thing

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  23. multiplemichael

    IN THE FLAMES OF ALL THINGS BURNING
    everywhere the reflections of eyes like alien mirrors
    each piece of broken self:
    ego/empirical self/illusion/mask/superficial self
    innocent narcotics
    migrating lust
    rough seduction
    wake up that sleeping nerve
    to interpret meaning out of noodle up or noodle down
    satire and parody and honeymoon anesthesia
    carnival chop-chop you ride you pay
    the curtains of wakefulness are arranged
    scrambled messages on the morning plate
    seed inside or seed outside

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  24. multiplemichael

    Joan wanted to marry a Pope
    but ended up with an Ebenezer
    107 year old lukewarm sex toy
    crescendo and diminuendo
    Joan you are all dry and vulgar
    sheltered and lethargic
    the garden has gone to dust
    the Mower rusted shut
    platonic the Christian way
    a little harmless folly
    skin stretched from tree to tree
    the distance between pee pee
    and poo poo the pull of motivation
    every verb conforms to the opening
    a stupendous act of restraint
    to Joan and her privates
    indefinite suspension of any act

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  25. multiplemichael

    SHE SHE SHE SHE SHE SHE
    preserved her virginity
    just guess the mood of that flap
    a pancake of praise
    flexible has gone stiff
    the solitude of that address
    larded with accusations
    of unnatural vice
    coarsening dirtiness
    a specific evil
    in through the exit
    the best thing in the worst place
    imagination and a tube of lube
    harmless but brown

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    • multiplemichael

      SHE PRESERVED HER VIRGINITY
      JUST GUESS THE MOOD OF THAT FLAP
      ……………………………………………………………
      ……………………………………………………………
      CAPABLE OF BEING PENETRATED
      BY THE IMPERISHABLE ESSENCE
      MINUS ANY MATHEMATICAL EXPLANATION

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  26. multiplemichael

    toothpicks and push pins will not protect your goats
    modern practitioners of math complain
    they need not descend
    the spring-time bears are hungry
    they carry the jaws of death
    to kiss your goats
    antiquated wit will not save them
    the ones with blue eyes will go first
    pray for a decline in popularity
    couched in mealtime language
    bears in cloaks possibly poets
    protect your secret thoughts
    dash away from the stethoscope
    commas are everywhere
    commas intensify the sense of anxiety
    punctuation marks like Mexican Math
    to grasp intuitively the soiled hands message:
    empty your mind of inactive memories

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    • eatmorewords

      the silence of the pristine town – cutlery makers one and all – specialist skills – in this town no dog barks – each house is assigned its own telescope – thousands of windows with telescopes pointed at the sky – all the house have erections – it seems – factories full of silent machines – she laughed at the word spoon – manicured eyed sees through metal tube – bent glasses views craters on the moon – she wants to go on holiday – away from fork town – to pack her fur and monkey suit – to dip toes in oceans – there used to be lakes on Pluto – mountains on Mars – Olympus Mons would blunt her crampons –

      under cover of vampire moons she
      decides disappear – she removes her fingerprints – assigns herself a new Christian name – cuts hair – leaves a note in her new alphabet and redirects all her mail – she empties her memories as with her last pin –
      pins them to a tree

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      • eatmorewords

        the goats are hemmed in between electric fences that fizz away –
        the goats touch the fence daily and build up and immunity to electricity – they harness the power and evolve –
        they can channel the charge
        their hair is constant pointing up like its divine
        they have their own language

        they plot revenge on Kentucky

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      • multiplemichael

        YOU ARE A RATHER TOLERANT MAN
        SO FAR NORTH OF LONDON
        THAT I’M SURPRISED YOU SPELL
        GOAT WITH A ‘G’
        DEVILS CAUSE PEOPLE TO STRAY
        IN THE TURBID NIGHT THEY FONDLE GOATS
        WE ARE TAUGHT TO DISLIKE RUSSIANS
        AND PEOPLE WITH STRANGE HEADGEAR
        IF IT LOOKS LIKE A HORNET’S NEST
        YOU BEST MOVE ON
        GREATER CONSEQUENCES
        THAN HEAT AND COLD
        WE ARE TAUGHT TO OUTLIVE OUR SHOES
        TO AVOID DECAY AND TUMOR PUS
        YOU ARE A RATHER TOLERANT MAN
        SO FAR NORTH OF LONDON

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      • eatmorewords

        metronomic unbalance arthritic arms can’t keep time
        a clock with no hands is still a clock digital symbols replace limbs
        so far north at the edge of this island time exists inside and outside of itself – I’m going to move to a cabin – away from buildings with multiple windows and Otis men on call 36hours a day 9days a week –
        the landscape is melting hebephrenia advanced inside

        I am a patient man – ask Yoko for a reference

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      • multiplemichael

        THE FAILURE OF THE GRILLED CHEESE RESTRAUNT
        NO CABBAGES OR ACCIDENTAL TROUSER STEAKS (SNAKES)
        ONE HIPPY SAID, “THE BREAD WAS LIKE BLANK VERSE”
        EGO BOUNDARIES WERE SHARP EDGED
        THE DEPLETION OF SELF-LOVE
        EAGERNESS
        JOHNNY BOY
        RELUCTANCE
        FREUD STANDS IN YOUR FACE
        HE HAS ROBBED ME OF MY CRY
        I AM REAL BUT HALF HIDDEN

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  27. multiplemichael

    the famous little town with all the telescopes, “LOOK-SEE”
    a place very peculiar but oddly familiar
    poets say that it is the burg through that thorniest of thickets
    a place where children wash their privates with baptismal water
    where older women grow groin-hedgehogs
    and wear their cotton only once
    LOOK-SEE can be identified by the eye
    on maps there aren’t any letters only symbols
    famous for their space cutlery
    not every product of the defection from the Lord
    only ones that bring an arched eyebrow
    products identified by the eye
    products that reflect only your own image
    where you can discover your inner turmoil
    isolated aspects of your humanity

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    • eatmorewords

      Look see hear –
      the correspondence have smashed the old bottles – old bottles no longer wash up on distant shores – there are no new shores – nothing is distant – we have touched space –
      all geography is stale –
      the only areas left to explore are her – inside warm
      & outside flesh – her contours – mark paths followed with pins

      now bottles are not needed – the words
      words are out – we don’t think – the words just cum – explode in bursts – take shape and form –

      let them make of it what they will – let the goats be themselves

      Adam had the apple, he removed the core and stared through the hole – he stared until the edges folded in

      the cutlery town is closing down

      dead mattresses

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      • multiplemichael

        the cutlery town is not closing down
        people are confused about the dead mattresses
        they were used to soak up the liquid grating noises
        do not be alarmed
        sun spots are causing atonal difficulties
        shapes, color, sound may sound abstract
        they will return to normal
        cupcakes will soon look like cupcakes

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      • eatmorewords

        the mattress isn’t dead
        it’s alive with a 1000 microbes, particles, human effluence and the corpse of a dead junkie – pin pricked arm with Leviathan forks – a stupid grin slack on his face – the mattress is far from dead – the atonal differences are elongated by stretching sound waves – a true vision of Doppler – raging sirens get closer

        they may want to close the factory but they know it will kill the town – the cutlery comes off the conveyor belt
        it’s melted down and made into cutlery agin the cutlery comes off the conveyor belt it’s melted down…

        the Curie house has been moved molecule by molecule to the edge of the frontier

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      • multiplemichael

        COLD VENOM FROM A COLD SERPENT
        DEMONIC PRINCIPLES ARE AT WORK
        IN THE CUTLERY
        ON THE CURIE HOUSE MATTRESS
        INFLATABLE SACKS FOR LUNGS
        POOR MARIE WAS UP LATE AT NIGHT
        TALKING ABOUT ENLIGHTENMENT
        SHE WAS A REVOLUTIONARY GIRL
        AGENTS CAME AND AGENTS LEFT
        GLOW IN THE DARK SPIRITUAL PATHS
        SHE LOOKED UPON LIFE WITH IRONY
        NO LOVE NO FREEDOM…..JUST BLOW IT UP
        STOP THE STRUGGLE…CRASH THE FUTURE !!!

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      • eatmorewords

        crash the future
        blunt the knifes
        DE-PRONG THE FORKS
        – little plastic bags for lungs –
        a heart made in Taiwan by the tiny hands of tiny children tethered to the system – the heart beats weakly –
        the electricity was on the fritz – blinking lightbulbs strobing stalling the enLIGHTenment – but the path is illuminated by fireflies and the red hot cherry of your Italian cigarettes –

        she was naked and sucked the venom clean out of me

        I tend my sheep lonely in the Milky Way – empty and in the middle

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      • multiplemichael

        THE GRILLED CHEESE RESTRAUNT CLOSED DOWN
        INDIGENOUS TO THE DEAD MATTRESS
        MURMURING MITES
        UNCONSCIOUS INTERCOURSE
        APPETITES FOR SUCH A THING
        ONE EYE CLOSE TWO EYE CLOSE
        IMMEDIATE SENSUOUS STIMULI
        GOOD GOD, AM I A BUGGER ?

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      • eatmorewords

        street level the same old cars amongst litter people and their feet slapping down – it was outside the chemist pharmacy she fell through the drain hole – pencil thin horizontal (we all know Yoko weighs no more than the hair on her head)
        she fell into the underbelly of the city – she fell into the dirty veins unseen – disorientated amongst the smell of human waste – toes in excremental – lost inside the underneath

        Julian laughed big
        Sean cried for the loss of his mother keeper –

        (She resurfaced weeks later in the Florida coast line – her eyes now dead opals)

        the Beatles king was neglected – no soft touches until she returned her skinny hands missing no touchy – to selfish for self love

        his love was backed up and curdled custard

        he was kept up at night thinking if there was a god why would he make the soul shoot out of a piss organ?

        Who was having the last laugh?

        Us god the androids her?

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  28. multiplemichael

    those hungry bears
    that feed on your narcissistic goats
    are they really primitive aggressive
    selfishly destructive aspects of sex ?
    you put up your protective fence of toothpicks
    BUT DID YOU FUNCTION AGE-APPROPRIATELY ?

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  29. multiplemichael

    the empty box of Hello Kitty push pins
    all the things touched by sticky lips
    all the things touched by sticky fingers
    in the town of LOOK-SEE
    they want to see
    observation is everything
    no matter how singularly unspectacular
    their faith is in their vision
    and not their intellectual ability
    what can you say about spoon humor ?
    bend over and guess what
    becomes the center of attention
    you can smell a dabbler

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  30. multiplemichael

    SHAKESPEARE wrote: “The fault…is not in Nascar
    but in ourselves that we are underlings.”
    childish tantrums and parental bludgeons
    lapses of memory like grades of school
    if only a better piece of cutlery could be made
    imagined reconstruction
    like scab formation
    on a mental wound
    sticky fibers that enmesh themselves
    a scheme for possible healing
    a scheme for thinking outside the box
    locked and bolted
    tentless in the desert
    forced to struggle through it
    dialogue on wordpress/messages in a bottle

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    • multiplemichael

      THE TRUE MAGNETIC NORTH NEVER POINTS TO WEDLOCK
      SLEEPING CURLED UP WITH EROTICISM
      STARVATION LONG DEAD
      SENSATION AND IMAGINATION HOG-TIED
      FREUD DEAD AND ERASED
      EMILY DICKINSON LUBED
      ON TONIGHT’S PLATE

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  31. multiplemichael

    the cutlery industry is fabricating alarm in LOOK-SEE
    big-wigs are afraid of consumer sexuality
    they want garlands to redress that wrong
    THE ASSOCIATION OF SEXUAL GUILT WITH EATING
    takes one back to the FALL
    break the seal on Eve
    and the gates close behind you
    exit from the golden world
    push pins and string astronomical
    old man poet becoming blunt
    what once represented hope for the future
    now represents grief and yellow puddles
    on the academic kingdom under the urinal
    fox news calls it the vault of death
    echoing inaudibly the voice of Joan Rivers
    “how can it be so large ?”
    sado-masochistic tones
    man is the destroyer woman the creator
    nostalgia for Adonis-like sailors
    lots of money in port
    the tempo of sex
    the value of hunger

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    • eatmorewords

      SHAKESPEARE was a woman – he was the she –
      secret papers buried now revealed this
      – boxes of secrets – metallic time capsule contains cutlery – strands of hair – newspaper cutting informing past people of crashing UFOs – an industry magazine talking about future pin design – a new sharpness –

      the tantrums were thrown to no avail –
      parents shame faced palm prints left on child skin – THE AUTHORITIES MUST BE INFORMED –
      They will investigate –

      JOAN RIVERS IS THE SAFE WORD

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  32. multiplemichael

    DO NOT PANIC………….DO NOT PANIC
    the cutlery factory is not going to close
    whizzing molecules no………..a thousand times no
    he also called what was in his diaper, ripe apples
    he made a love toy out of a melon and called her Eve
    what a life of sin and temptation
    his coffee-house vernacular
    frenchified manners
    first place versatility
    his devotion to his hand
    profound awareness
    intense surrender
    a sort of asexual tranquility without the pills
    a roadmap of the vanity of human wishes
    his double heart: ONE FOR HEAD ONE FOR HEART
    one half-playful one just nasty

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    • eatmorewords

      I’ve seen the decimation of a town when it’s specialist industry closes down –
      that yo-yo factory a while ago where the workers hung themselves from lamppost and just bounced up and down –
      up and down
      I fear the cutlery workers will be forced to sell hair and teeth to survive – some may go on rampages
      wielding forks
      some may set up a cottage industry selling words to the mute

      dust in the dust bowl

      Joan Rivers in snake skin boots offering career advice on a late night talk show

      the dead town filled with spoiled used melon love toys rotting licked at by feral dogs

      in space no one uses spoons

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  33. multiplemichael

    again I say, “The Leviathan Cutlery is not going to close their doors.”
    the space department is having a bit of a shake-down
    however they also make cutlery for many other industries:
    airlines prisons schools gay bars etc
    relax LOOK-SEE residents
    The Leviathan Cutlery will reintegrate that which is disintegrated
    BROTHERS UNDER THE SKIN: 2013
    no one thinks about unfinishing
    until they find themselves in the metaphysical predicament
    of UNFINISHING
    unfinishing leads to incompletion
    incompletion and endless aspiration
    common threads in the fabric of manhood
    the unknowable and the impossible
    manly charms close to the heart

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    • eatmorewords

      phew, sighs of relief exhaled as the Leviathan Company confirm non-closures – people’s saving saved –
      pre-planned tits jobs can go ahead
      Mr.Smith CAN buy that speedboat
      Saturdays cocaine party is GO GO GO

      “Where there’s food there’s cutlery”, reassures the boss man, red of face, hairy of whisker, “our mission is incomplete. We are incomplete…”

      ..his speech just trails off into a whisper then a faint echo then a memory which will be forgotten as fingers fiddle with new instruments – new hobbies in recreation time for the restless – scheduled time away from yourself –
      God isn’t concerned about the details – assumptions satisfy the lazy mind

      The town is regenerated and await the new challenge – ALL POWER TO THE FORK

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      • multiplemichael

        ALL POWER TO THE FORK………………….ALL POWER TO THE FORK
        taken from nuclear physics, mathematics, psychoanalysis, Amish inhibitions
        VAN GOGH NEVER USED A CAMERA
        YET HE WAS ABLE TO PAINT THE CONVERSATIONS OF LIGHT RAYS
        HE HAD AN INTENSE INTUITIVE FLAIR FOR THE ESSENTIALS
        NOT ONLY DID HE SAVE HIS FIRST FORK
        BUT HE SLEPT WITH IT INSIDE HIS BACKDOOR

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      • eatmorewords

        VAN GOGH ear turned up in Emily’s post – some postcards – money off coupons – the artists ear – severed and yet he could still hear through it –

        Emily placed it ornamentally on a mantelpiece above a fireplace and VAN GOGH sat there – miles away -in a chair – surrounded by colours and he listened and heard and eavesdropped and he painted and he took Emily’s words and turned them into pictures –

        he hid them in his backdoor –
        cutlery and his prose poem
        pictures – one ear but happy – a thousand love letters written and never sent

        his ear grew back but they never tell you that
        Do they

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  34. multiplemichael

    LOOK-SEE suffers from random sensibility
    where many of the items of daily life
    seem unconnected
    people forget that they are living agents of God
    We as people are instruments
    God has spun and we are spinning
    life is ever challenging…..are you open to the challenge ?

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  35. multiplemichael

    always the narcissistic impulse to project ourselves
    hurdles encounters lampposts
    so many live what is not life
    the workers at the yo-yo factory
    sadly, they lived themselves into a corner
    a corner that reduced too far
    I remember seeing the bodies going up and down
    on the evening news
    Kato Kaelin was pointing at them
    he said that they were “FRONTING”
    I don’t know exactly what that means
    it is difficult to understand the masses of shades and shadows
    the terrible situations that good people find themselves in

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    • eatmorewords

      cul-de-sac corners
      stuck in permanent revolutions – spinning force – centrifugal or centripetal? Let the scientist tell us – they know these things –

      in the corners trapped – we make our prisons –

      solipsism leads to narcissism

      and pictures of the hanging yo-yo people appeared worldwide – testament to the cyclical nature of capitalism – a new edition to file next to “napalm girl running from the field” – this is the new horror –

      Kato Kaelin (is a mystery to me) , Kato Kaelin – with the harsh K,
      like the Kodiak bear, has a bacon number of 2

      So does Joan Rivers –
      two points of the trinity
      – a near triangle
      the plot deepens the quicksand thickens

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      • multiplemichael

        THE PLOT DEEPENS THE QUICKSAND THICKENS
        MOTIVATIONAL MECHANISMS ARE IN DEMAND AT THE CUTLERY
        BEAR DATA IS BEING STOLEN BY ONE-SIDED EMPLOYEES
        THEY ARE BECOMING THEIR OWN CARICATURES
        NO ONE KNOWS WHY
        RECOGNITION AND IDENTIFICATION IS SO DIFFICULT
        SEEMS EVERYONE IS RELATED
        ALL DNA LOOKS LIKE THE NUMBERS 6 & 9
        LOCAL POLICE REFUSE TO DEMONSTRATE THE STRUCTURAL KINSHIP

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  36. multiplemichael

    I didn’t know Kato Kaelin as he never worked at the factory
    he lived on the outskirts of LOOK-SEE as a hobby-horse
    or was that a boy-toy ?
    while Kato does start with a sharp K
    the thing to remember about Kato:
    HAIR with a sharp H
    OMG, his hair was everything
    men women of all ages went silly over that hair
    sadly, it has been replaced with a dead rat
    I had to look away when I saw it
    sorry Kato, time is cruel
    recall that leisurely account you gave of that misfortune
    your interpretation of swimming with sharks
    the wife the lust the bed the drugs the lack of funds
    a terrifying underside beneath the deceptive surface of beauty

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    • eatmorewords

      KKs hair is a substitution for failed masculinity – compensation – a mane to hide behind –
      hair as a health hazard
      fire hazard – legally has to be no more than 5 feet from a fire hydrant –

      and he did work at the factory – fingers were pointed and he was forced to leave – underhanded liberties taken against underpaid interns (- ad nauseum) -a shameful exit as left foot followed right etc etc

      and across the ocean KK has many equivalents but their passports have been confiscated to reduce risk of contagion – hair has been leashed to restrict movement – tethered

      Can you take a restraining order out against HAIR?

      Get Joan on the phone, we need answers

      let’s lift it up now and look at the underbelly – it can no longer be hidden

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      • multiplemichael

        THEY ARE PULLING DOWN THE WALLS
        BETWEEN DEPARTMENTS AT THE CUTLERY
        METRONOME SPEED TICKS AND SKIN PERSPIRATION DRIPS
        EVERYTHING IS SUBJECT TO SCIENTIFIC TESTING
        PERSONAL DESK DECORATIONS
        AND DIXIE CUPS OF SPIT
        ARE OUT THE DOOR
        YOU CAN HAVE A SMALL AMERICAN FLAG
        AND ANY PLAQUE THAT SAYS “GOD BLESS THE CUTLERY”

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      • multiplemichael

        UNDER A BLINDING SPOTLIGHT
        THE TRUTH COMES OUT
        TERRIBLE DISCOMFORT
        BUFFOONERY IN THE JOAN FAMILY TREE
        PRIVATE AFFAIRS OPEN ON DISPLAY
        MAN MEAT SAMPLES FROM THE TABLE OF JOAN
        INTERROGATIONS
        INVESTIGATIONS
        AMBIGUOUS PENIS PRINTS
        NOTHING COULD SATISFY THE CURIOSITY
        POOR JOAN WAS QUOTED AS SAYING
        “I AM WHOM YOU BELIEVE ME TO BE”

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      • eatmorewords

        danger money must be paid to the riveters – life expectancy balanced against job fulfilment –
        tea time tales of quivering crotches amuse the children – wife’s blush to divert arousement
        riveter a are forbidden to strike
        AND JOAN KNOWS THIS

        Advantage Joan

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  37. multiplemichael

    refuge in a second wife the depravity of another woman
    the old wife with the worms in her hair
    even now he checks to make sure that the pillow is clean
    she had a pet bird that ate the worms but it was dirty
    often there was nature wet on the satin covers
    of course there was the breakdown and the confinement
    she wrote poems night and day trying to link
    the dissolution of the self and doctor love
    even worse she was daddy’s doll
    sore is psychic history
    and mother daily looked
    she prayed for hibernation
    but only lucky bears get that gift
    she would unwrap her birthday packages
    each with a different skull murmur
    the doctor said that it was the birds
    they were trying to nest in her consciousness
    the Bible says that the spirit is safely caged
    but she was a poet a tight-lipped psychopathic poet
    winged inhabitants were everywhere in her mental actuality
    if only she could capture them on paper if they were only words

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    • eatmorewords

      this world only existed in words – this town – that factory – all the fucking pins –
      it was all constructed with readily available letters – ALL 26 of them (go on count ’em) –
      that’s why she was fascinated with the mutability of things – a constant flux – you fall in love with a tree and days its felled – the landscape of her heart changed and we watched from a distance –

      the next steps are just random exercises – mind games to stab pins at daily inertia –

      I don’t know what you do but I can tell you my day sucks shit from a dead dogs arse

      his second wife was the same as the first – carbon copy – repeating and he will pay for his lack of imagination

      dirty birds salty worms

      the doctor saw no ailments poetry was prescribed but she needed to grow wings first

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      • multiplemichael

        dirty birds salty worms prefabricated text
        nothing truly destroyed Yoko back from the dead
        recycled internal fur polished stilts $7 in quarters
        giggle in my ear, Yoko
        we will create ‘du nouveau’

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      • multiplemichael

        when Yoko directs my passion she wears gloves
        she says that I am a dirty bird with a dirty worm
        shifting impressions…floating sensibilities
        I could smell her armpit vagina
        people have fixed ideas about that kind of thing
        I take life one whiff at a time

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      • eatmorewords

        the hitchhiker collection is a work of modern art – tip toe through the bodies –
        (come as a liberator not a conquistador)
        hitchhiker backpacks filled with reject manuscripts and tinned food – these small attempts at survival – these small things

        Yoko was no bigger than a thumb

        avoid the plank
        avoid the nails and broken children’s toys – going barefoot in this world is asking for trouble – tread softly poet – words are as dangerous as mountains –

        john the person
        john the receptacle
        johnnyboy
        all work and no play

        broken key on the typewriter /
        missing letters leads to the detective arresting the wrong man

        it’s raining and she is leaking at the entrance –

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      • multiplemichael

        THE DOCTOR SAW DIRT UNDER HER NAILS
        HER POODLE WAS MANICURED………WHY WASN’T SHE ?
        HE SMELLED EXPENSIVE PERFUME
        YET HE COULD SEE THAT SHE WAS SOILED
        YESTERDAY AND POSSIBLY TWO DAYS BEFORE THAT
        HE WOULD SPEAK TO JOHN ABOUT THIS
        YOKO WAS A DIRTY BIRD
        SHE WAS LIKE HITLER’S DIARY ON LEGS

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  38. multiplemichael

    SHE had a tormenting obsession with mutability
    relationships of things sequences with push pins
    clarifying string even more push pins
    ravines with pubic hair seedy eyed devils
    looking and looking no tumors maybe next season
    how close and yet how far away the trapped expression
    the last poem of the awakened bird
    the doctor was too lazy to unscrew the door
    extraordinary and unhistorical
    the words in darkness
    puffy chaos

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    • eatmorewords

      today was the worst one yet she wrote (but who to?)
      – the doctor and his hands – routine he said – roving they were – words coated in soma – hypnotised by his professionalism – a wall covered in certificates – this proves nothing – you can buy them on-line

      hell

      you can buy ANYTHING on line –
      a life, a wife, a knife and pins.
      pins – all colours – length – sharpness – enough pins for a fakirs bed – snake charmer Indian giver

      finger pricked on pins
      small puddles
      a Hansel and Gretel trail of hemoglobins stalked by hungry vampires – they can taste tumours – it was written

      hotels in the town offer guided tours of the pins exhibit – tourists flock like flies to visit her – SHE IS LARGER THEN LIFE

      at night she locks the door while father creeps along the hall while the house creaks asleep –

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      • multiplemichael

        the curtains may be a way of assuring continued remembrance
        strange and discomforting—the reader receives it second-hand
        ——————you carry your thoughts home————————–

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    • multiplemichael

      ONE TUMOR CAUSED PUFFY CHAOS
      IT WORE SUNDAY FLESH EVERY DAY
      AS IF IT WERE GOING TO CHURCH
      AS IF IT WERE GOING TO BE ON IMMEDIATE DISPLAY
      AN AWAKENED ORGIASTIC GROWTH OF CELLS
      A RAT BASTARD THING THAT WORSHIPPED SUFFERING
      EVERYONE AT THE HOSPITAL LOVED IT
      IT WAS THEIR LITTLE BABY…THEIR BAG OF PUS
      THEY TRIED EVERYTHING TO SEDUCE IT
      BIBLE CREAM, DEATH RAYS, TOXIC FILTH
      AND THEN ONE DAY……….THE BIG KNIFE

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    • multiplemichael

      something tells me you like Hercules as much as you like push pins
      MAPPING OUT HIS BODY WITH STRING AND HELLO KITTY PUSH PINS
      HIS INFERNAL COD-PIECE APPARATUS
      MISTER HAPPY WITH A CAPE AND BEARD
      THE WORST SWEAT IN THE WORLD
      LIKE AN UNHAPPY GOAT’S BEHIND
      BUT MOST IMPORTANT OF ALL
      WILL VIEWERS TURN AWAY
      OR BE FROZEN IN AMAZEMENT
      HE IS A FAMOUS STRONG-MAN
      HIS NAKED PHYSICAL EXPRESSION
      SHOULD BE OUTSTANDING
      WE’RE TALKING “TREE TRUNK”
      SOMEONE SAID THAT JUST THE SIGHT
      COULD TURN POETRY INTO PROSE

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    evil is easily observed while good is often a guessing game
    she had an intuitive apprehension about her father in the hall
    she had a board with a big nail in it
    she was willing to pulverize his conscious plans
    she had a physical reality that he wanted to touch
    to ultimately experience to link and unlink
    to ground like lightning
    the guided tour of the push pin exhibit was God breaking into history
    God often posed as a component in an organic push pin exhibit
    God was the Golden Push Pin
    you mentioned common blood
    bested by the best…………blood of the martyrs
    never too late to recirculate
    evolve and grow more and more complex
    or maintain a continuity of self identity
    YOU ARE INSCRIBED

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    • eatmorewords

      the Sistine Chapel on legs is like Fahrenheit 451 – we are the books we read – we are all the words – we are monkeys with typewriters – poets no longer use pens

      the sound we hear is always impacted by time –
      small frames of time passing –
      it’s all relative – (mother/father/sister/brother etc)

      she never went to the cinema due to popcorn allergies – but she attended the pin exhibition –
      she attended twice a day for three months – she took thousands of pictures – made a flip book – a thousand pins moving across a page –

      and at the factory the siren rings and the workers coalesce in designated spaces
      roped off from their identities which are returned at the end of day –
      boredom strikes like a board with a big nail in it

      everything is imbedded deep

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    • multiplemichael

      NEVER TOO LATE TO RECIRCULATE
      —–DOUBLED-MULTIPLIED CHARACTERS—-
      MISERIES RATHER THAN DOLLARS
      IS THAT FORMALDEHYDE I SMELL ?
      THE ORIGINAL ISN’T UPSIDE-DOWN
      WHY IS THE COPY UPSIDE-DOWN ?
      THE HAIR PIECE HAS GROWN SHABBIER WITH AGE
      GRAY FROM THE ABSORPTION OF MISERY
      MARRED BY THE ABSORPTION OF UNSPEAKABLE WORDS
      EVEN HEAVEN IS ROOTED IN FILTH

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  40. multiplemichael

    beleaguered by fleas
    tiny creatures with push pin bites
    Brahman Shiva Krishna Christ
    Assyrian Persian Greek Roman
    renewed purified infinitude of bliss
    everyone at the factory is an egg
    the frames go by so fast
    too fast for us to detect
    scraps of cinema
    the sounds you hear are not real
    they are reproductions
    the world changes to accommodate us
    we are the Sistine Chapel on two legs

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  41. multiplemichael

    funny you should mention The Sistine Chapel On Two Legs
    there was quite a stir today at the push pin exhibit
    next door to the exhibit is a Dollar Store
    that you can get cheap electroshock therapy
    there is an old 1940 Packard
    hooked up to some jumper-cables
    for 2 dollars American you can get juiced
    psychiatric treatment on the cut-rate
    anyway lots of patients end up at the exhibit
    I know it sounds absurd
    but I think they crave all the metal
    shiny polished metal
    maybe they count the push pins
    sort-of-a count your way out of the black forest
    anyway basically they are Electric Zombies
    the people in charge of the exhibit really don’t mind
    the mechanical counters read them as spectators
    it helps to finance the show traffic increases traffic
    and then today there was tragedy
    one of the fresh sparks decided to eat
    the house from the Hansel and Gretel set
    gingerbread and 179 push pins
    talk about an aberration of the digestive system

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  42. multiplemichael

    the person who ate the gingerbread/push pin house was quoted as saying, “On a pleasure-pain scale, eating the house was the most glorious experience imaginable!”
    what happens when you look at degenerate molecules with a microscope ?
    signals in the sky………..treasure in the gutter
    what if you have to die to meet God ?
    what if God is inside you like that scary ALIEN movie ?
    what if you really are that rat-headed Kato Kaelin and you’ve painted yourself into a corner ?
    under routine and ordinary conditions you test yourself and fail
    you fail big time and then you’re faced with telling the truth
    “MY MOTHER WAS CRO-MAGNON”
    there were plenty of personal mystic religious experiences
    behind locked doors there was the oral Jesus banana thing
    non-terrestrial oral texture on the royal banana
    in a fuzzy way we are talking about the son of God
    Peter North Peter Proud high-flying ecstatic joy
    He was re-entering life one splash at a time

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    • eatmorewords

      she took refuge inside Katos mane – his hair thick like Ohio wheat fields – Mormon rain – she hide in his hair to avoid the pin collectors who sort her antique Victorian hair pins – tarnished through time – but worth many Euros – antique pin collectors traced the history of objects – studied bloodline and engravings – they reached conclusion and needed her (she) to confirm their findings

      Katos hair has been designated a tourist attraction but in my country no ones heard of him – he is a rumour – something that happens ‘over there’

      she feigned pleasure at the hands of the Doctor and dreamt of the forks three prongs – very Freudian but isn’t everything? Ask Joan Rivers, she has the low down on this.

      she’s studied the sex thing at the hands of experts, self appointed experts with no certificates to prove their authenticity

      she wanted to write a book on the struggle of the cutlery workers at the Leviathan company – but started to see shadowy figures in bushes , hear strange noises on her phone, pins wet missing,

      deaths threats posted in hieroglyphics

      the cranium of the CRO-MAGNON head were measured and scientist began to extract memories from dead cells

      I saw all of this.

      I NEED TO SLEEP THE CUTLERY IS BECOMING REAL

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  43. multiplemichael

    SHE was a survivor of many holocausts
    history is full of genocide
    every American questions the price paid
    the handshake with Satan (bellum omnium contra omnes)
    herd-fashion into society
    one who lives and one who watches himself pretend to live
    masquerading as a poet on wordpress
    a girlscout with underpants from Morocco
    untold secrets are dime a dozen
    She was a survivor of boys brothers father men masculinity
    all the touches characteristic of present day life
    even the doctor who wanted to play poesy under her robe
    until death no man shall pet kiss rob
    so says the board with the nail

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    • eatmorewords

      the Girl Scouts Moroccan underpants were owned by William Burroughs – found them buried in Tangiers – a million miles from the harsh light of the leviathan – she held hands with Boy Scout and saluted flags – they tied knots – intertwined themselves, the ropes, pin designs carved in forest trees – he told her history was propelled by damaged people – holocausts and bingo –

      the masquerading poet is a three wheeled car

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      • eatmorewords

        arousal and suspicion a fear of the unknown –
        what is beyond the forest?
        what is in the woodshed?
        a life spent entering and exiting
        no remorse
        no fist of guilt tightening internals
        a ripe ladder to unknown places
        a warm crimson

        no barriers
        she took me inside

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  44. multiplemichael

    this present life fast slipping away
    holocausts and bingo
    over 300 invalid children
    knock for a hand-out
    they stand in the ebb and flow
    misery below misery above
    photographs of sad toys
    300 invalid pseudonyms
    too many loungers/parasites
    laid on with a trowel
    concrete with bones
    cremation in the sidewalk
    make the best of circumstances
    funeral home man gonna repair you
    throw your dreams in the trash
    poverty increases the sorrow
    have you a significant name ?
    kindly penetrating eyes
    the bane of school days
    push pinned to the wall
    concomitant evil
    steeped in poppies
    curtain tea like nightfall
    industrious sleep SHE excluded

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    • eatmorewords

      the present life no longer ebbed or flowed – the GRANDfather expired like milk under a warm sun –
      he slept in pyramids and walked through Holy lands – killed Nazis at a distance – he smelt the holocaust – saw train lines in his dreams but he died alone 10:36pm – his decrepit wife speaking in tongues in another room – amongst his belongings they found a key to storage unit – his name was insignificant – Biblical and boring – He told her stories – invented fables –

      on the day he died a newspaper ran a story about a man paralysed from the eyebrows down who could only communicate by furrowing his brow – his wife hated him – continually injected Botox into his head so he couldn’t speak – his forehead smooth / tighter then a drum skin – he died rictus head – Cro-mag skulls

      there is an element of truth in everything she said – leviathan ledgers weighed sins bingo numbers correlate to unknown events

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      • multiplemichael

        QUESTIONS WITHOUT ANSWERS….WHAT A HOBBY !!!
        YOU ARE SO OPEN WITH YOUR TALK OF BINGO NUMBERS
        EVERYONE KNOWS YOUR SUMS COME FROM THE CURIE HOUSE
        POOR IRENE DIDN’T COME TO A COMPLETE STOP AT THE STOP SIGN
        THEY SAY THAT IT WAS AN ACCIDENT…ALWAYS AN ACCIDENT
        THAT POOR RUSSIAN CHAP WITH HIS CUP OF GLOWING TEA
        THOSE MONSTER BINGO NUMBERS ATTACHED TO THE SUGAR
        “WAVE GOODBYE TO THE DOORKEEPER”

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  45. multiplemichael

    SHE enjoyed a measure of detachment
    pull out a measuring tape
    faithfully 48 inches and no less
    a harmless folly but a hell of a good birth control
    circumvention of decay
    a preservative balm for doing and suffering
    sex the express invitation to living hell
    sex betrays itself by its dirtiness
    coarsening before God
    sex, a specific evil
    be not a coward churchperson
    take the axe and hack the roots
    the bad fruit tree must cease
    the wooing of bad fruit must cease
    perpetual pleasure is a tomb for fools

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    • eatmorewords

      bingo seniors look at the numbers – they are a wealth of information- stored in their –
      inside the old skull – sinking gums into the all you can eat BINGO BUFFET – wet nursed by lapsed nuns
      the rattle of their oxygen canisters dragged across thin carpets – the bingo caller keeps files on all of then – Joan Rivers told him to –

      attribute coincidence to events –

      there’s a Bible in every hotel rooms –
      in every hotel room there are beds, wardrobes, curtains, tea making facilities – would the future men pray to the bedside lamp? seek solace in the wardrobe? –

      I don’t know.

      She open the bathroom mirror and thought it was powered by pills and razor

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  46. multiplemichael

    carnivorous seniors go wild consuming bingo numbers
    they eat up their time swallowing bingo numbers
    seniors feeding ferociously, an affectionate strife
    devourers of the future from lovers to losers
    whiteheads on insect sticks ending without a punch line
    Joan Rivers says, “I would never love at a lower rate.”
    her phrasing assures us that she has received
    the highest possible plastic polish
    Joan has had her injections of old man jism
    barbaric stumbling in night clubs
    ensnared by wealth
    lessened by greed

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  47. multiplemichael

    it wasn’t a nuclear reactor
    it was a psychic reactor
    until he becomes visible
    Jesus is invisible
    when he comes
    will the 3rd eye open ?
    the veil of ignorance gone
    to be removed at the proper time
    the signal from the sky
    the spinning EVE
    she will return inside ADAM
    man will be whole
    all the opposites will cease

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  48. multiplemichael

    Joan Rivers recognized in herself a hyper-rebellious independence of mind
    this was something thought extremely dangerous in a woman
    she was a wife a mother a daughter a stand-up party girl comedian
    her husband was over 130 years old
    a cruel cold licentious booze hound
    Joan was an opportune target for his barren arrows
    SHE was onstage chastising her inner self
    in her mind she was on all “fours”
    her diary was filled with spiritual rape
    her resentment was well known
    her living mental vacuum

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  49. multiplemichael

    please do not touch those bibles in motel rooms
    motel room bibles are part of a conspiracy
    (in print and consequent availability)
    God and Christ are there but they are just words
    meddle not in motel religion
    do something positive
    Correct the Catholics
    pull up their pants
    blind yourself to genital vanity
    diamonds pearls and gold
    holy men with swinging deeds

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    • multiplemichael

      when I see the Bible in the motel room
      I think it must be there for a reason
      does it have something to do with psychology ?
      does it anger evil ?
      is it a direct line to God ?
      disclaimers and apologies
      afraid of corrections sent by God
      pick the Bible up and feel God in your heart
      will God treat you like a man or a woman…….like an adult or a child ?
      does God ever go to the bathroom in the woods ?

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      • eatmorewords

        the hotel rooms remain unclean maids sit on unmade beds reading the Bible in search of spiritual enlightenment

        it never arrives
        ever (maths is the only truth)

        they get up and clean the toilets

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      • multiplemichael

        WHAT IS THE ULTIMATE REORIENTATION OF DESIRE ?
        we could dig Freud up and ask him
        HUMAN DEVELOPMENT: DISPLACED…RELOCATED…RECHANNELED
        EVERYTHING IS THE EMPTINESS WITHIN US
        WE MUST CONNECT WITH HIM WHOM ALL FULLNESS DWELLS
        ONLY IN HIS TIGHT GRIP, I WAVE AT THE WORLD
        THE NARRATIVES TRY TO SHAKE MY HAND
        BUT I REFUSE…I MUST NOT BE PULLED AWAY
        PULLED AWAY LIKE AN INFANT FROM ITS MOTHER
        PULLED AWAY BY EARTHLY WOLVES
        PULLED AWAY TO BE RIPPED TO PIECES
        RECYCLING PROTEIN MUST COME TO A HALT

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    • multiplemichael

      A SEEMINGLY ABSENT GOD OFFERS MORE NOURISHMENT
      THAN A LIVE MOMMA WITH THE MILK FLOWING
      ARE YOU COAXING GOD ?
      you cannot petition the lord
      YOU CAN TAKE PHOTOGRAPHS OF FOOTPRINTS
      SCAT PILES…TERRITORIAL MARKS…MORE DUNG
      HOW THIN THE LINE THAT SEPARATES US
      FROM OTHER ANIMALS
      YOU AND I ARE RAG DOLLS

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      • eatmorewords

        the ambivalence of this everything
        oh, well Christ has his nuns –
        all of them – chained to his words
        EAT HIS WORDS

        the sign posts have been moved – obscured by overhanging branches of history
        time
        theory

        I’m relocating through the portal
        the portal called Janus
        transitional

        the change from heathen to convert to heathen and back again the hermaphrodite hand over all of this –

        bibles replaced by hash tags

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      • eatmorewords

        RECALLING A DREAM

        Yoko hunting the young on the Savannah running on all fours

        Julian hides his face in embarrassment

        Sean tries to justify her actions

        The Beatle king was bigger than god and he dressed better (now they are just dead)

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      • multiplemichael

        NOT CONTRADICTORY BUT COINCIDING WITH IT
        UNSEEN BEAUTY IN THE SLIGHTLY BENT FORWARD BUTTOCKS
        OVERWHELM…UNDERMINE…THE DANGER THERE
        “TAKING UPON HIMSELF THE SINS OF FELLOW MAN”
        INFATUATED WITH THE CASTLE NEAR EXCREMENTAL FALLS
        TO REJECT A WORLD THAT REJECTED
        NO BOUNDARY WILL BE SAFE

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      • eatmorewords

        the simple instincts that separate us
        the instincts of the herd
        the simple animals
        a triangle
        the hierarchy of needs
        the basest instincts the gut feelings
        the simple instincts of meat machines

        to act
        or
        to not

        the naked instincts of the basest beasts

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    • multiplemichael

      RAVENOUS DESIRES GO TO SLEEP
      LIKE A BABY POLAR BEAR
      QUESTIONS ITS MOTHER’S
      HUNTING SKILLS
      SELF-CENSORSHIP IN WHITE
      PASSIVE READING ON WORDPRESS
      SELF-STYLED SCRIBBLINGS GALORE
      WORDS CONSTANTLY ASSAULT THE READER
      MOST PEOPLE HAVE TRIED TO CORRECT
      THE CATHOLICS OF POETRY
      THE CREAMCHEESE OF CHRISTIANS
      CONTAMINATED BLOOD
      PRESSED ON PAPER
      AS IF LIGHTWEIGHT SEX
      WORDS WRITTEN BY STAIN
      THE BLOOD CONNECTION
      IS PARALYZING !!!
      LOVE AND THE WAR OF LOVE
      OPTICAL ENGINES OF ILLUSION
      MY MAZED MIND GOES STRAIGHT
      YOKO NEITHER HUMBLE OR MODEST
      OUR LOVE MAY BE ERROR
      WE EACH ACT OUR ROLE
      I AM NOT MULTIPLEMICHAEL
      YOU ARE NOT YOKO ONO
      WE ARE RUBBISH ON THE PATH OF THE LORD

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      • multiplemichael

        RUBBISH ON THE PATH OF THE LORD
        THE CIRCUS THE MUSIC HALL TRAPPED-BEAST OUTLETS
        DISTILLING THE SAVAGERY OF EARLY MAN
        THE CHAOS OF BLOOD BEFORE IT WAS HUMAN
        I HAVE SMOKED WITH THE BEST
        AVANT-GARDE ITALIAN CIGARETTES
        MIXED WITH MYTHS AND SEXUALITY
        ANTISOCIAL AND ANTIPSYCHOLOGICAL
        EVEN A LITTLE DELIRIOUS MIDDLE EAST DUST
        BRUSHED OFF BY JESUS ON THE WAY TO THE CROSS

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      • multiplemichael

        RUBBISH ON THE FLOOR OF THE NARCOTICS FACTORY
        POETS TRY TO STAY AWAKE…TRY TO CHEAT SLEEP
        SPIRITUAL BANKRUPTCY DRILLS INSIDE THE SKULL
        ECONOMIC BANKRUPTCY OUTSIDE THE DOOR
        PRAY FOR A CLEAN AND SATISFACTORY END

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      • eatmorewords

        narcotics rushes temper sleep there is a need for needles and pins
        pills and meat on the floor
        hanging from bones
        broken machines can’t cry for help they have never seen the sun light

        she hid her words in exile
        removed the building blocks

        there will be an end
        there always is
        and satisfaction is a thousand pins shiny and new

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  50. multiplemichael

    THAN EYES CAN SEE OR HANDS HOLD
    JOAN WITH HER EARTHLY TREASURES
    HER YOUTHFUL FEATURES
    HER UNREGENERATE PART
    DOWN BELOW
    A DOMESTIC DUST-BIN
    JOAN HAD WILLED RESOLUTION
    REAL DETERMINATION TO RESIST TEMPTATION
    SHE WAS PAST HUMILIATION
    THE BLOOD PHLEGM GRAY NUT-SEED
    NO SOONER COME THAN GONE
    VERBS QUIET SETTLING DOWN
    BUDS BLOWN

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    • eatmorewords

      the factory offered a case study
      a degree in Joan studies – sponsored by the Gideons –
      a corporate tie in – Gideons Holiday Inn and the estate of Joan Rivers – ENROLE NOW AND RECEIVE A FREE SNOW GLOBE –

      the Braille bible is 10 foot wide

      hotel dwellers in branded bath robes – mini-bar regret – curtains closed away from the prying eye of God / Buddha / Kato Kaline / Cro-Mag man – whoever

      prostitue cleaning up in the bathroom – pants down – furtive – he couldn’t meet her eyes – before during or after the act – money on bed side cabinet –

      Joan knows the weight of regret – she nows the pangs of lapsed belief

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    • multiplemichael

      INTIMATE SCENES FROM THE LIVES OF PUPPETS
      PEOPLE PAY TO WATCH LOVING COUPLES
      TRY TO PLACE THE SQUARE CUBE
      IN THE ROUND HOLE
      WANNA SLAP THE FACE OF UTILITARIAN LANGUAGE ?
      THE GUY WHO SAID THAT WORDS ARE GERMS
      CARRYING TERRIBLE DISEASES
      WAS SO CORRECT !!!

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      • eatmorewords

        a country with more guns then passports –
        people who can’t find themselves on a map –
        cynical about geography and other people –
        literal interpretations of comic book plots – man and the dinosaurs

        if she and I left at the same time we could meet in the middle –
        merge into one

        I traded three poems for a magic brand and two new ideas

        in church, guilt by association
        naked feet at the bottom of the cross
        ——————————————

        last night I designed logos for companies that don’t exist

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  51. multiplemichael

    Joan came close to speaking rebelliously against God
    she made a living venting her emotions
    why else would she marry a 130 year old man ?
    directing her emotions was productive
    in a weird way her humor became a form of prayer
    every night she would go on stage and talk to God
    often the humor wasn’t the question but the answer
    sadly, laughter cannot wipe away the inner pain
    sometimes when you talk to God too much
    you become hollow inside
    over the duration Joan became structurally hollow
    it was merciful the doctors filling her with Home Depot foam
    not the dust of the earth………….expanding foam from aisle 6
    it was difficult at first speaking from behind a mask
    finding a voice in a world that denies anything
    but young and glamorous voices

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    a recent dream:
    Kato Kaelin handing out disclaimers and apologies
    he was sorry that he was being exploited on wordpress
    only his hands were hermaphroditic
    one more so than the other
    his “party” hand
    intellectual capacity and public visibility
    overzealous borrowing…..imitation as theft
    haunted by his infantilized role as Joan Rivers
    talking to God his brain was inseminated
    nightly he was on stage with pregnant brain
    recurrent self-deprecations/thoughts behind the mask
    it was a tortuous gender admiration for shared sex
    I am you as you are me

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    • eatmorewords

      her husband was 130 years but that is unfair speculation -perpetrated by a small cabal of humourless Phyllis Diller exponents –
      his birth certificate could never be located –
      in dog years he would be 16 – hitting puberty and masturbating all day –
      cut him apart at the waist and count the rings – see, I told you…

      and we got it wrong – Joan doesn’t speak to God, God speaks to Joan – feeds her punchlines when shes under the spotlights – stage – it’s all a stage –

      before she was filled with foam she was like a coconut – hollow and empty (vacuous?) on the inside and HAIRY on the outside – spare a thought for the monkey suits – spare a thought for the Gideon’s – secularisation leading to rethinking of career paths

      i think your nocturnal visions are confirmation everything we’ve said is right –

      this wouldn’t stand up in any court of law…

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      • multiplemichael

        THE FACE OF THE ACTOR
        PURPOSE AND FORM
        MEANINGLESS EXISTENCE OUTSIDE NUMBERS
        COMEDY OF ERRORS OUTSIDE THE WALLS OF MATH
        SHAME IS INCREASED BY BRIGHT LIGHT
        GUILT ETCHES THE FACE
        TRY NOT TO LOOK AT YOURSELF
        ANXIOUS TO PROTECT DISGUISE
        PAINT THE MIRROR BLACK

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      • multiplemichael

        PAUSE TO CONSIDER WHAT THE NEXT WORD WILL BE
        THREADS IN THE WOVEN FABRIC OF POETRY
        ————DAMAGE CAUSED BY ANOTHER———————
        INSIDE EQUIVALENTS !!! FOOTSTEPS IN THE MIND !!!
        NORMAN’S MOTHER AND THE SUBJECT OF UNREACHABILITY
        LANDSCAPE UNDER THE BATHING SUIT
        INCALCULABLE FLESH

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  53. multiplemichael

    people in monkey suits cannot be trusted
    individually or collectively
    poor choice for camouflage
    hairy people clubs maybe
    disguised until you pull out your philosophy
    detailed memories of mother at the zoo
    she was a grand old dame
    LADY LEAKING CLAM
    I heard Arthur C. Clarke talking about Kato Kaelin
    mister pregnant brain on stage
    you grieve at the moment
    you rejoice later at home
    Kato knew the first name of Joan’s husband
    ……………PINOCCHIO………………………..
    it is true you could count his rings
    at least physically but not spiritually
    Arthur said that Jesus
    was an avatar of Dionysus
    Christians shelter Jesus
    concealed sleeping waiting
    romantics say He is in a giant pearl
    romantics say the pearl is The Egg of Leda
    a closed pregnant egg with eternal life

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    • eatmorewords

      Pinocchio was known to holiday in the belly of a whale – fish guts bones half chewed boats Ahab memories –
      his nose a phallus that rejected truth – Geppetto with hair like cornmeal mush invented the wooden child for cheap thrills and kicks – a drunk loner who seeked companionship from a young boy – in these days the authorities would be informed –

      Pinocchio who’s name is carved on wood – is carved on himself – self mutilation with a chisel – the angst of the wooden child

      love like rubble – the blitz – and Kato theorised that aliens only saw EARTH as a nothing ball of rock until the WAR – bombs began to explode – chemical reactions – electrons and protons always cause explosions – and the EARTH lite up – the aliens then took note and if you plot alien abductions stories on a graph you’ll see a sharp increase from the 40s onwards –

      dwarf stars shine for her toffee apple summer – they renewed their vowels in a plastic surgeons theatre – SHE’S ALWAYS ON STAGE

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  54. multiplemichael

    thinking about the past
    changes the future
    Joan never thinks about Pinocchio
    his very name is written
    with slate on slate
    difficult obsessive problematic
    a regular rat bastard
    tubes and a plastic bag
    to deal with the fluids
    no need to ask what’s that smell
    perishable flesh
    and that tumor he got from Phyllis
    cumbersome wet with jelly
    trumpeting angels around the pyre
    poor Pinocchio is on fire
    someone stole his nose

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  55. multiplemichael

    SHE was once architecture
    love reduced her to rubble
    thin sentiment and push pins
    translators abused her words
    they called her Joan Swahili
    humor an instrument of torture
    intellectual fingers dance
    rigors down below
    I hear it meow
    twin lips in the growth
    an aorta of apocalypse
    forgotten ghosts shut out
    an eager husband
    with a wooden nose

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  56. multiplemichael

    A KIND OF HYPNOTIC ROTE OF FAVORITE IMAGES
    AND ASSOCIATIONS AND WORDS
    ONE-LEGGED POETICAL HABITS
    IT WAS TRUE THAT PINOCCHIO
    LIKED TO WALK ON THE ROOF AT NIGHT
    “a slumber did my spirit fail”
    ON DAYS OF THE WRONG TIDE
    YOU COULD HEAR HIM CURSE
    PHYLLIS DILLER
    SHE WAS THE OUTHOUSE ROSE
    A LODGED PIECE OF FECAL MATTER
    CORN-BEARING PHYLLIS
    THE SMELL WAS HER SHADOW
    THE SLIP AND SLIDE DOWN
    SELF-CENTERED AND BROWN
    AT LENGTH SUDDENLY EXPELLED
    UNMEASURED FARE YE WELL

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    • eatmorewords

      a holiday inside a whale – transferred through intestinal tract on a raft made from discarded scripts for never released TV shows and rejected manuscripts – rib cage like prison bars – hollow guts an echo chamber for the existentialist wail –

      inside the whale their is neither good nor bad
      right or wrong you exist in a peaceful throb – asexual tourists take pictures of number plates –
      they exit through the blowhole – fired into the ether – the whale remains oblivious to the exploitation he is a victim of –

      Pinocchio knows his fate –
      dry rot & wood worm –

      he lacks the computational skills to perceive the egg and all it’s hidden meaning – Jesus is a skateboarder from the bad part of town

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  57. multiplemichael

    CAN YOU IMAGINE A VACATION INSIDE A WHALE ?
    THE LONELINESS OF A MISERABLE GRAVE ?
    AFTER TWO THOUSAND YEARS OF SLEEP
    WE ALL WANT TO CRACK OPEN THE EGG
    AND RELEASE JESUS
    WITH HIS THEATRE OF LOVE
    WE ARE CRIPPLED WITH THE BITTERNESS IN BLOOD
    THE WHIRLWIND OF EVIL HAS GROWN STRONG
    IT ANGERS THE HOUNDS OF HELL BEGGING RELEASE
    FIRE AND SNOW ARE BROUGHT TOGETHER
    MOUNTAINS QUAKE AND RIVERS FLOOD
    STORMS DESECRATE THE LANDSCAPE
    WITH RIVETS TIGHT OUR HEARTS
    NO LONGER PUMP

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    I DON’T THINK I WOULD TRUST ASEXUAL TOURISTS
    I WOULD HAVE TO MEASURE THEIR CRAWLING THING
    CUP THEIR SAC AND APPLY THE SQUEEZE OF MINISTER LOVE
    RECHECK THE RIVETS ON THEIR QUIVERING GROIN
    AND THEN THERE IS THE HAUGHTINESS OF A HAUGHTY HEART
    WHEN ON VACATION I DON’T WANT TO HEAR THE WAIL OF WOES
    OR HAVE TO BE SHOT FROM A BLOWHOLE
    ALTHOUGH THEY SAY THAT LOOKING OUT FROM THE EYES
    IS LIKE LOOKING OUT THE SMALL WINDOWS
    ON TOP OF THE WASHINGTON MONUMENT
    I WANT TO SEE AND FEEL BEYOND WORDS POSSIBLY
    SIT ON A PILLOW OF THORNS AND STUDY THE NUMBER PLATES
    THE TREACHERY OF NUMBERS WIDE-WANDERING NUMBERS
    IT WAS NOT EASY TO MAKE HANDS IT TOOK COUNTLESS DINOSAURS
    ENDLESS CROSSING THE GRAVE FOR A PERFECT HAND
    TEN FINGERS SO YOU CAN PROPERLY PRACTICE MATH

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      dreams now consist of sharp images of walking forks – elliptical spoons – the clang of the factory – formulas for new synthetics – a total redesign of the KNIFE – endless corridors of fur walls throbbing – I want to touch it, her- ten moons ago I had never heard of kato kaelin now he’s everywhere – in my fridge – nestled against milk – in a space station eating floating food – selling strands of his hair to science – he will be dissected by a thousand cuts – Joan River as Pinnochio – all varnished and shining in this weak summer sun – juggernauts delivering crates of maths – schools can’t afford words – the poet as a sponge

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        WALKING FORKS (DEFIANT MASCULINITY ?)
        SPOONS LIKE ERECTIONS ON THE SIDE OF THE HIGHWAY
        THROBBING CUTLERY
        THIN ORIENTAL KNIVES
        NO FUR NEAR THE FOOD TABLE
        YOU WERE ALWAYS WANTING TO TOUCH THINGS
        NORMAN’S MOTHER KNEW THE TRUTH

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  59. multiplemichael

    SELF-FORGETFULNESS IS A COMMON DEFECT IN NON-BELIEVERS
    A GOOD PERSON MUST PLACE HIMSELF IN THE PLACE OF ANOTHER
    AND OF MANY OTHERS THE PAIN OF OTHERS MUST BECOME HIS OWN
    MORE EXPERIMENTAL DRIVEN EXPLORATIONS WITNESSING
    THE CHARM IN EXCESSIVE CLEVERNESS
    STUNTS IN POETRY ARE LIKE STUNTS ON STAGE
    A KISS MAY BE WELCOME BUT NOT FROM THE BEHIND
    PARALYZED BY ALIEN SHAPES EMILY DICKINSON STAYED INSIDE
    OF ENERGIES AND EROTICS SHE SPOKE NOT
    THERE WAS LOVE BUT NEVER APPRENTICESHIP
    GOD GAVE HER A WAGONLOAD OF OMINOUS ODD NUMBERS
    NAUGHTY BOOKS BRAIDED IN FRANCE
    FODDER AND OTHER BEASTLY NOURISHMENT
    SHE SMOKED THE PIPE AND STARED INTO BLUE EYES
    SHE LET LANGUAGE SPEAK FOR ITSELF
    A LITTLE PRUNING DOWN BELOW
    HER HEDGEHOG WORE A SQUIRREL CAP

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      asexual tourists tip toe through popular haunts – cameras dangling from Adam appled necks – frankly I agree with your assessments, these people, I wouldn’t trust, wouldn’t trust as far as I can piss –
      I also don’t trust
      car salesman
      priests
      Steve
      the printed word

      all thrown from the blow hole

      the self forgetfulness left himself at home and saw himself walk down the garden path past hydrangea and while the real he was gone – the self – the real he – maybe – rearranged cutlery – run his comb through parts unknown

      ghostwritten memories of fake 17th century explorers, the yeast that binds, the deed to Leviathan Cutlery lost in a rigged card game, her shame, Latin maths at an use angles – she paid a detective to follow her – and he saw her hide the vowels

      a line from a song – “tanning beds explode with rich woman inside” – you have been warned Ms Rivers

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        GERTRUDE STEIN PISSED IN THE TANNING BED AND IT EXPLODED
        IT WAS SO ANCIENT THAT IT HAD A PROPELLER
        “ME TANNING BED HAD A PROPELLER”
        YELLOW PHILOSOPHICAL URINE
        COMPETITION-GRADE EMILY DICKINSON
        AESTHETICALLY DISTINCTIVE
        KIDNEY JUICE

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  60. multiplemichael

    REVEREND T. BACON OF WORDPRESS ROYALTY CONTACTED MY ACCOUNT
    AND INFORMED ME THAT I WAS TO CEASE USING THE NAME, KATO KAELIN.
    THE PAST WOULD BE FORGOTTEN BUT FUTURE USE WOULD RESULT IN
    LEGAL PROBLEMS. HAVING HAD “LEGAL PROBLEMS” IN THE PAST I WAS
    IN NO HURRY TO JUMP ON THAT WAGON. I AGREED TO STOP USING
    THE NAME, KATO KAELIN.
    YOU WILL NEVER HEAR THAT NAME LEAK FROM MY WORDY LIPS AGAIN.
    HOWEVER, THAT REVEREND THOMAS SEEMED TO BE A REAL HOOT.
    HAVING WORKED FOR OVER 20 YEARS AS A PSYCHIC I COULD READ THAT
    OLD COOTER LIKE A 10 FOOT BRAILLE BIBLE.
    I STARTED OUT BY TELLING HIM THAT I THOUGHT HIS FATHER WAS CRUEL
    IN MANY WAYS………ESPECIALLY HIS METHOD OF PUNISHING THOMAS FOR
    SMALL ERRORS BY URINATING ON HIS HANDS. I HAD NEVER HEARD OF THIS PUNISHMENT BEFORE. THERE WERE SOME REAL FREUDIAN ISSUES THERE
    AS THOMAS ENJOYED LOOKING AT THE ADULT ORGAN. AS HE GOT OLDER
    THERE WAS A DOUBLE “CURIOSITY” ……….HOW IN THE WORLD HAD HE SHOT
    OUT OF THAT THING ?
    I STARTED TO TELL HIM HOW THIS HAD WARPED HIM AND HOW WARM LIQUIDS
    HAD REAPPEARED THROUGHOUT HIS LIFE WHEN HE STOPPED ME,
    “YOU ARE FEEBLE-MINDED AND I’LL HEAR NO MORE”

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      no digital missives have arrived from the Rev Bacon – no cease and desist notifications have been stapled to my forehead – I have not been sanitised but I shall forget I have heard of the name – but I will NEVER FORGET THAT HAIR –

      never

      will Ms Rivers version of the Rev Bacon be called into action? Will he rally and jump on the bandwagon?

      Will there be a march? Banners and placards declaring us as person non grata? WordPress expunging – flexing fascist muscles?

      In turn, as the past influences the future, being a product of nurture the Rev Bacon in turn punishes his seed by shitting in their hands and demanding they clap their hands.

      he had been de- barred and lives at the bottom of the sea – feeble minded and unable to handle the truth, Rev Bacon can not be relied upon to give true testimony – he won’t touch the Bible – Braille or otherwise

      False idols hide behind words

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    SHE put a message in a bottle……………………………..entropy of everything sticky
    a sort of summoning……………………………………………repacking of language paranoid
    details multiply a thousand times…………………………..mental derangement implanted
    the world is not big enough…………………………………..portentous teasing mysterious
    deciphering takes a hospital…………………………………hidden math inside rabbit ears
    of many rooms……………………………………………………puberty: a motel of warm hands
    each one with a TORAH window…………………………..a portal of misconception
    I rubbed the milk and honey………………………………….I rubbed real good
    catching up platelets……………………………………………untranslatable platelets
    potential healing………………………………………………….intolerable manifestation of healing
    rag dolls……………………………………………………………..painfully inserted down below
    chopped and stretched…………………………………………a man made the first vulva
    death never loses touch………………………………………..inside/outside mourning
    horrific nouns……………………………………………………….rounded vowels unsettling
    a latticework of furry insides…………………………………..sodomites hungry for rustic

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      SHE PUT A MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE
      IT WAS THE MESSAGE FROM YOUR YOUNGER YEARS
      YOU WROTE UNPLEASANT SCHOOLYARD WORDS
      ALL THOSE OBSTACLES, HORRIBLE GRIMACES
      LIVING IN FRONT OF A MIRROR
      YOU SAW WHAT STRANGERS SAW
      IDENTIFYING AND DEEP IN SHAME
      —-PUBERTY WAS A SORT OF SUMMONING
      A THOUSAND HAIRS, HAIR PANDEMONIUM
      BEWILDERED BY A BROTHER
      EVERYTHING UNFINISHED
      PROBING
      WHERE WERE YOU ?
      YOUR EYES LIKE ANXIOUS GOLDFISH
      EACH DAY WAS EXPERIMENTAL
      BEWILDERED BY A BROTHER
      EVERYTHING UNFINISHED
      THE CROSSPATCH
      SMALL YET STRONG
      PRACTITIONER
      THE BOOKS TALKED ……….THEY TRIED TO TELL YOU
      FORGET ABOUT PERSONALITY AIM FOR ISOLATION
      DOUBTS, UNCERTAINTIES, GIRL PARTS
      SPLIT LEGS, ORIGINAL PINK
      FOG UP THE EYEPIECE
      A HAND-LOCKED POET
      SEMI-INCESTUOUS
      MATERIAL

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        A HAND-LOCKED POET
        SEMI-INCESTUOUS
        PERCEPTIVENESS
        PILLS THAT DEADEN THE ZOO SOUNDS
        SO HIGH THAT ONE CAN RUN IN THE DARK
        BAPTISMAL WATER ON ICE
        THE WORLD ON FIRE
        LAST JUDGEMENT SUNSHINE

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        SPONTANEOUS THIRST
        STANDING IN BAPTISMAL WATER
        YOKO WILL TRY TO FIX YOU
        CHAOTIC STAPLES AND GLUE
        ILLUSIONARY ILLUSIONS
        RIGID CODES…JUST ASK SEAN
        SUPERIMPOSED IDENTITY
        EACH THOUGHT A GHOST
        OTHER PEOPLE INSIDE YOUR HEAD
        EXISTENTIAL ROOTS
        CONNECT THE ACTS OF LIVING
        YOU SPIT AND CLENCH YOUR FIST
        WIDE AWAKE IN THEATRE CRISIS

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      she put a message in a bottle……………closing the curtains at the end of the poem
      you like curtains—they control shadows—your personal pessimism
      other people want to underline your sense of failure
      “to hell with those people” the marionette show of life sucks
      ASK SATAN ABOUT FRUITLESS COMPETITION
      the other contestants can be cut out of the picture

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  62. multiplemichael

    FIVE SECONDS AFTER KISSING A KODIAK BEAR
    THERE WERE TORRENTS OF BLOOD
    ENORMOUSLY SWEET BLOOD
    SOMEWHERE BENEATH THE BLOOD WAS ANOTHER LANGUAGE
    A SENSUAL BEAR NARRATIVE AN EXOTIC UNDERTONE
    IT MAKES US ATTEND TO SUBJECT MATTER
    WE MIGHT OTHERWISE REFUSE TO ENTERTAIN
    “suffering often starts at the surface of the skin”

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      the bottled message arrived on the shore – savages emerged from bushes to inspect the glass – the message rattled around inside – they smashed the glass and deciphered – cuts hands on broken glass – sand absorbed blood

      it asked then to burn all belongings, to remove the pins from the voodoo doll, turn the lights off when they leave

      it festered away, time.

      Robots wipe away tears but their designer said it was condensation,

      she creeped into the kitchen to be hypnotised by the washing machine –

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  63. multiplemichael

    so sad that schools cannot afford words
    Chinese children are busy learning Latin Math
    American children are learning to crack walnuts with their squabby sphincters
    a kiss might be nice but not if you can smell the backside sweat
    muscle magazines and superman whey flood the blackmarket
    dvds of deep-knee bends
    cheerleaders practice hypnotic routines
    to escape many heartaches do not look at them
    they are not ashamed to expose their bodies
    just think…Mother Mary and her daughters wouldn’t wear such outfits in public
    even in marital gaiety the lights would be out
    bang the gong by night never a quarrel by day
    oh, I was just rehearsing

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  64. multiplemichael

    50 SPECIAL REASONS TO THINK OF IMMEDIATE DEATH
    YOU MUST KISS THE KODIAK BEAR MENTALLY DISTANCING YOURSELF
    IRRITATIONS AND IRRATIONALITIES AN OVERSTATED LIPLOCK
    GEOMETRICAL NOTIONS FORM A PASSIONATE ACT
    HE WILL FIND YOU DELICIOUS… A METAPHYSICAL SNACK
    THE SILLINESS OF YOUR MANICURED NAILS YOUR PAINTED LIPS
    YOUR RELATIONS WILL NOT BUILD INTO A COMPLICATED FUTURE
    POSSIBLY ONLY A FEW SECONDS OF SHARED JOY
    TO FOLLOW HEAVEN’S WISHES YOU MUST KISS THE KODIAK BEAR
    TORRENTS OF WARM BLOOD WILL FLOW SWEET WHOLESOME BLOOD
    VAIN HEAD AND HEART GO DRY… TEMPTATIONS CEASE

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      we continue to pulsate with skinned knee the rehearsals were complete the cheerleaders screamed “bring on the major leagues”…it was the first song of the day – never had any dealings with cheerleaders but once, after a lacrosse match one said she liked my accent. But that was in 1989. In a southernmost state

      I was far from home.

      checking to see if emails from Rev.Bacon had arrived – nothing
      no word from the hinterland –
      the schools need LETTERS / WORDS \ WALLS like I need this

      used volcanic terms to describe his sex life – eruptions, base surge, ejecta, harmonic tremor – volcano as earths breast – he drew them constantly – excited hourly –

      the first few seconds of kissing the bear were ticklish then the teeth then blood cells escaped wounds – THERE ARE NO BEARS IN ENGLAND –

      the complicated future you speak of –
      of measuring curtains – the same faces each day – futile attempts to fulfil dreams –
      taking stock – looking at your life as
      serious of economic transactions cancelling each other out – last night, with she in the credit section

      a future of staleness
      the talk inform the cutlery factory is one of forced sedation – all the calendars have been fired –
      a passionate act
      premeditated

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      she again, transparent, veins like tributaries of a great river, flowing over her metacarpus –
      she sees the flow – traces blood with the ink of her pen – her hand /
      arm a scribble of ink –
      transfixed by swirls
      nib of the pen sharp like
      broken glass dragons teeth
      sharp as a pin –

      traded for tales at a market hitchhikers lost
      selected paragraphs of the book quoted – cut the words to fit the cloth

      she sold splinters
      solicited secrets

      it’s always been this way

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  65. multiplemichael

    ………………………………..COMMENT 100………………………………………………………….
    FLACCID IN A JAR OF MASTURBATIVE JABBER
    the pay-off of a lifetime !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    JUST REMEMBER MULTIPLEMICHAEL WAS NON-FLINCHING
    I was painted into a corner……..damn bony hands of memory
    DID I GO SOUTH WITH MY WORDS ?
    the time machine is in my grasp….where do I accelerate ?
    IT IS ONE THING TO BE POSSESSED
    another to do the possessing
    TIME BRINGS US FROM CHILDHOOD TO THE KODIAK KISS
    the world of maturity our sexual organs rubbed smooth
    SPEAK AND DARE NOT LISTEN TO YOUR FACELESS PETS
    questions on the poetic tongue……..night lips speak love
    WE CANNOT RESIST THE FLOOD WE ARE NOT NOAH CHILDREN
    she with all her simplicity sometimes naked and dramatic
    ONE WOMAN ONE MAN AT A PARTICULAR TIME
    modern poetry with its threats and terrors of existence
    WORDS BECOME GUNS AND BULLETS AND BRING US TOGETHER
    only death defeats death and drives out the fear…the loneliness the silence

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      TO CRYSTALLIZE MOMENTS OF EMOTIONAL PERCEPTION
      DARK AND POTENT SLEEP STATES
      BETRAYAL ON THE PILLOW
      STRESSING THROUGHOUT THE DAY
      DETACHMENT…..NOTHING LIGHT OR HUMOROUS
      SNAKES IN THE ROAD WITHOUT THEIR HEADS
      MOM AND DAD WITH U-TURN ON THEIR TONGUES

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  66. multiplemichael

    SHE HAD A TENDENCY TO TALK ABOUT IDEAS AND FEELINGS
    IT IS NO FUN IF YOU EXPECT AN ECHO
    HER BONES ARE BESIDE THE RIVER
    CEASELESS VOICES FLOW IN THE WATER
    A STRANGE FORM OF MEMORY
    SHE KISSED A KODIAK
    SHE KISSED A KODIAK
    THE UNMADE IS THERE SLEEPING ON THE STONES
    EXHAUSTED FROM WRESTLING WITH ANGELS
    HER SOUL GEOGRAPHICAL…..
    PUSH PIN PANGS OF LIFE
    FIRE IN WANT OF KINDLING
    MEASURE OUT THE WOOD
    LOGS FROM THE EDEN GARDEN
    BRIGHTEN THE NIGHT
    WALKING IN SLEEP
    DO NOT TAKE OUT YOUR SECRET SELF
    BOTH MALE AND FEMALE UNDER SKIN
    EMILY DICKINSON SURFACED

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      the perspicacity of her – she knew these comments would come – pre-determined
      psychic head third eyed she saw everything – the KODIAK kiss – it wasn’t her face on the passport – and multiple Michael stood, unflinching – the veins of a mountain –

      she preformed triage on her feelings – listed priorities – cancelled the appointment with the GP – no more medical hands
      touching her and THERE – ape suits at the cleaners raised more questions then answers – WHAT ARE THESE STAINS? THEY NOT COME OUT

      the answers transported her back
      back to the time before SHE – before the factory existed, just sketches in an architects head – flux capacitor (if only) – jism jar of junk –

      talk of feelings never felt – grasping for something – pilfering from the conveyor belt – a mask
      a face
      the face of a mask

      we’ve lived more than a life –
      a strong drink is required
      infestation / gestation

      guns vs butter

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      • multiplemichael

        the poets’ differing sources of inspiration
        possibly an automobile accident
        or a jar of jism
        does one need a flashlight to find their voice ?
        I am afraid of tidy data
        trial and error with a giant razor-blade
        the doctor says, “stay flexible”
        who can question the creative power
        of a warm and moist hole ?
        who taught Adam to bark like a dog ?
        are poets like tourist guides ?
        traces of inspired genius
        can be found on toilet paper

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  67. multiplemichael

    LIVED MORE THAN A LIFE
    THE STREET VALUE OF IMAGINATIVE DIALOGUES
    POETRY WITH ITS LARGE CODE OF FRAUD AND WOE
    REVELATION OUTSIDE THE BLACK BOOK
    APPARITIONS ARRESTED BY WORDPRESS
    ONLY THE EXCEPTIONAL MOMENTS
    ELEVATING AND DELIGHTFUL MOMENTS
    PALPITATING
    INSPIRATION IN THE SPOTLIGHT
    EMILY DICKINSON WITHOUT A SPECK OF DARKNESS
    HER GOOD RISES ABOVE ALL LESSER GOODS
    SHE HAS THE SNAKE OF GOOD BUT IT IS INTERNAL
    AN INTERNAL SNAKE WITHOUT LIMITATION OR CHECK
    SHE AND THE SNAKE ARE AT THE MERCY OF THE EROTIC EXTERNAL
    BEHOLDER OF THE WEEPING CLAM THE EVE ORGAN RAW
    A MASK BELOW THE FACE LIPS LIKE NAKED WORMS

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      a letter waiting – shaky handwriting – letters slanting – hidden meanings – TAKE THIS SEED AND MAKE IT BEAR FRUIT- it instructed –
      again the bear

      the answers time travelled her

      Emily D’s fist line “I lost a world the other day” – where did she lose it? Behind a sofa? Was it lost in transit? –
      I need a clairvoyant –
      I need a gravedigger to find the polymath

      drowning in words
      the spew avalanche of

      Would EMILY DICKINSON use WordPress? Her best work is behind her – nothing new since 1886 – Leviathan Cutlery wouldn’t accept that slackness –

      snake leather skin salesman using her name to sell surname celebrity
      – take thee knifes and run

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  68. multiplemichael

    SUDDEN STABBING ENVY……..”WHY DIDN’T I LOVE THAT ?”
    THE TRUE WEIGHT OF EMILY DICKINSON
    HER EXTRAORDINARY CROTCH
    PECULIAR WITHOUT FUNCTION
    AN EMPTY ROOM WITH NO NOISE
    POETRY AND PROSE WAS NEXT DOOR
    EMILY WITH HER BROWN WORDS
    DREAMS ABOUT BEING WRAPPED IN A SHROUD
    AND SLEEPING IN A WARM ROOM INSIDE EMILY
    SHE WAS CAPABLE OF INFECTING MY WORK
    BAREHEADED SHE REPEATEDLY SAID GOODBYE
    NEVER REMOVING HER PANTS
    WAS I TO BE A FATHER ?
    SHE CALLED IT HER JISM JAR
    I WAS BEWITCHED BY THE SEMANTIC CIRCLE
    COVERED WITH POETRY AND THE LATHER OF LUST
    ELUSIVE UNKNOWABLES THOSE LIPS
    EMILY DICKINSON INTELLECTUAL PHENOMENA

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  69. multiplemichael

    WEARING ONLY A SEE-THROUGH NEGLIGEE
    EMILY DICKINSON WAS INVISIBLE
    SHE HAD REJECTED ALL SEXUAL ADVANCES
    KISSING ONLY THE RELIGIOUS RELIC
    SHE HAD STOLEN
    KISSING ONLY THE KODIAK BEAR
    SHE HAD ENCOUNTERED
    KISSING ALL THE INHABITANTS
    OF THE TOWER OF BABEL
    GOD COMES WITH WATER
    TO FILL YOUR LUNGS
    GOD COMES WITH FIRE
    ARE YOU COLD ?
    TIME-LAPSE PHOTOGRAPHY
    CAPTURES EMILY BEHIND A BUSH
    MAKING FEMALE DOWN WET
    SOMETIMES UNHAPPY ENDINGS
    YELLOW SOCK-LIKE POEMS

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    • eatmorewords

      kisses until lips disappear – worn – Emily is gums and teeth –
      the NEGLIGEE arouses nothing but contempt in the priesthood – they prefer children and lies – they swear on a book that’s hidden in drawers – falling off the runner – dog eared corner turned snapped spine – crippled

      the bear Babel baptism burning bush –
      symbolic symbolism she just walks through –

      she viewed the hurricane from the safety of the womb – amniotic fluid – gushing – the sound of radiator at night – a house settling sleeping slumbering dogs dreaming of bones –

      I am not cold – Emily’s body visible under X-ray – pins and needles swallows exposed – shutter speeds capture wisps of

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      • multiplemichael

        Queen Victoria, “Women do not do such things.”
        Emily Dickinson would smoke Turkish tobacco
        and swallow pins and needles
        she would write mysterious lewd words
        and give names to unnamed body parts
        She loved the word, “Sequim”
        could she yield to temptation ?
        she often had monstrous thoughts
        her secret catalog of sins
        her life of corruption

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  70. multiplemichael

    SO VERY STRANGE TO THINK THAT SOMEONE WOULD X-RAY
    A GHOST
    IT WAS COMMON FOR TROUBLED FEMALE POETS TO SWALLOW
    PINS AND NEEDLES
    PUNK FEMALE POETS SWALLOWED FISHHOOKS
    EMILY TOLD ME THAT SHE DAILY SWALLOWED
    SPECIAL WORDS AND THEN WROTE THEM IN
    THE ORDER THAT THEY CAME OUT
    I OFTEN ASKED HER TO WASH HER HANDS
    SEXUAL INSTINCT BEING THE ROOT
    ACCIDENTAL TOUCHING
    EARTH TONE TISSUES HIDE THE UNDERLYING
    FUR INCREASINGLY UNWIELDY
    INTERNAL FUR
    SODOMITES GO ABOUT THEIR BUSINESS
    CHEERLEADERS DEEP-KNEE ROMANCE
    PSYCHOSEXUAL SWALLOWING LOVE
    TERMED THE PSYCHOCULINARY APPROACH
    EMILY WITH HER ORAL PREOCCUPATION
    HER AGENT ADVISED HER TO EATMOREWORDS

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      Marie Curie tested x-rays on ghosts – her diaries are full of spectral descriptions – at first she thought they were blurs – chimeras – she tried to catch last words uttered
      it was common –
      Emily saw the exposures – exposed she was – fur blown by the draft – creeping in through the gaps – cracks –

      transformation of the internal monologue to oral escape captured on paper screens

      punk pins puncture
      cheerleaders cheer

      ra-ra-ra

      electrical sex spark – a charge – capture in X-ray slate – blunt knifes chip away at syllables

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        the heavy thud of a sexual spark
        natural misdoing encoded in literature
        poets with their dreams of greatness
        their scrubbed words
        fig leaves for decency
        a giant fig leaf for your decency
        tolerated when innocent
        never as a lasting phase

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  71. multiplemichael

    UNENDING CACKLING ON THE FRANK ZAPPA SONG
    IT WAS POSSIBLY THE X-RAY INTERFERENCE FACTOR
    WHY DID MARIE CURIE HAVE TO LIVE NEXT DOOR ?
    HER SEMIAUTOMATICS WERE NOT WEAPONS
    THEY WERE CHILDREN THAT RAN HOT
    JUST TURN OFF THE LIGHTS
    THEY GLOW
    LIKE WATCHFUL LITTLE DEVILS
    WITH AGE THEY WOULD DROP THEIR TEETH
    COTTON WOULD PLAY CHORUS
    SOFT GUMS BRIGHT RED
    OUTSIDE A LINEUP OF THE DEAD
    UNKNOWN POETS APOSTROPHIZED
    “PLOUGHED-UP FIELDS OF WORDS”
    EMILY WITH HER SEEDS
    AND JISM JAR

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      she thought of Frank Zappa when she saw lumpy gravy – jetting jism – she would make jazz noises then –
      ghostwritten by a silent partner she never wanted the plaudits and she misheard –
      Marie Curie Marvy Cutie –

      slip of the tongue torrential saliva filling oral fissures – the fluorescent teeth
      tooth milk of the glowing neighbours – warm winter hands against their torsos – warm toast brush the crumbs feed the…

      no one wanted to buy the Curie house

      the witch cackle of Soviet Geiger counters tracing alpine peaks on the reader – the Curie residence was OFF LIMITS DO NOT ENTER HER/e

      she used the Periodic table to write new poems
      Marie morphing Emily
      psychocutlery, indeed

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  72. multiplemichael

    WATCH WHERE YOU WALK HUMAN SKULLS
    UNKNOWN POETS AND MEN WITH PROFOUND ORGANS
    A FRESH PLOUGHED FIELD OF COLLECTIVE RESURRECTION
    FECAL MATTER FROM THE APOCALYPSE IS EVERYWHERE
    WHISPERS FROM BLOOD-DRAINED AORTAS
    “EMILY DICKINSON IS THE DEATH OF ME”
    CHRIST’S LIKENESS AND IMAGE ON EACH SEED
    OPPOSING FORCES ARE INFLUENCED
    HAS EMILY MASTERMINDED HYBRIDIZATION ?
    EMILY WITH HER AXIS BOLD AS LOVE
    HER JISM JAR HER EXTRA FINGER DEPTH
    SHE WHO SPROUTS METAPHYSICAL TERMINOLOGY
    LONG DEAD MOVING HER LIPS
    LONG DEAD WRITING SILENT POETRY
    LONG DEAD HAVING BEEN LICKED BY FUNERAL STAFF
    THE WOLF HAS PLACED HIS TONGUE IN THE BLUE HOLE

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      Emily’s jism jar was willed to a rotary club of notable heritage & good reputation – they held it in high regards – her jism jar – and like a school pet, once a month an individual was allowed to take it home for personal use…the extra finger depth…

      this was annotated in their AGM – footnotes referenced hairs in the jism jar

      the ghost of Emily shakes her head

      axis bold as love
      6s and 9s – confusion over numbers but never with words –
      her words were the true magnetic north –

      jelly with the juices – hands fondle the skulls looking for telltale signs of things

      the morticians lick with necrophiliac tongue – no taste – just cold smooth death –

      people congregate to see the seed that begat the tree

      Emily, please…

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  73. multiplemichael

    EMILY ONCE SHOWED ME HER COLLECTION OF SPORES
    SHE SAID THAT THEY WERE GIVEN TO HER IN SPECIAL ENVELOPES
    THEY CAME FROM COMETARY/METEORITIC SITES
    SHE THOUGHT THAT LOTS OF MOLECULES CAME FROM COMETS
    COMETS MAY BE AN IMPORTANT FORM OF DELIVERY
    JAPANESE SCIENTISTS EAT THIS SORT OF THING UP
    LIKE DOGS IN HEAT…….ANYTHING RICH IN AMINO ACIDS
    NUCLEOTIDES ARE THEIR ALPHABET
    EMILY AND I WOULD LAUGH AT NEANDERTHAL JOKES
    SINCE THEY WERE NONSPEAKING THEY POSSIBLY COMMUNICATED
    WITH FART-LIKE NOISES………TO THE DISMAY OF THE ELOHIM

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    • eatmorewords

      the comet idea has been discussed but it all comes down to timing – no watches can time it – telescopes with eyes spying – you just can’t predict it – that was what they concluded – the men in white lab jackets with secrets buried deep down under skin bone theory – they communicate in equations – a random series of ticks –

      The NEANDERTHAL jokes were primarily based on MIME – trapped in ice
      running against the wind – hairy fur hands – you get the picture?

      comets will smash the place asunder –

      ELOHIM is just another name given

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  74. multiplemichael

    WITH THE CONSTRICTION IN HER LIFE SHE MOVED UPSTAIRS
    LESS GERMS AND BETTER RECEPTION OF INTERNAL SNAKE CHARM
    SHE AND LAVINIA OFTEN ENTERED INTO THE ECSTASIES
    IT WASN’T DIFFICULT AT ALL TO OBTAIN SUPPLIES
    $5 AND ONE, “IMMINENT END OF THE WORLD”
    ABANDONING THE EGO ONLY TOOK A FEW PUFFS
    TOO MANY PUFFS AND IT WAS POLAR BEAR TIME
    WHITE CREATURES WERE AMONG HER FAVORITE GLORIES
    HEARTBEAT WHITE THIGHS NATURAL GROOVE TONGUE ACTION
    EMILY DO LIKE THE BIRDS THE BEES THE UNDERWEAR WITHOUT PEE
    NO CANADIAN WORD FOR HOW FAR SHE DID GO….PECULIARLY FLUID
    SPLITTING APART IN A PRIMORDIAL LARGENESS BIRTH TO YES-YES-NO
    SUCH A WONDERFUL PLACE BOTH DECORATIVE AND FUNCTIONAL

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      moved upstairs to confuse the germs the bugs prefer ground level exploration – the clock doesn’t need a face it needs HANDS – hermaphrodite hands rotating pointing accusing the time – in a house of no clocks time is told by shadows cast through curtain-less windows – death shroud clouds suspended above elm –

      still no buyers for the Curie house – strange noises
      bright lights –

      she retired from Salem
      she escaped the Gulag
      she waved goodbye to the phallus

      embraced the hairy bear – remember the fur kisses?

      Leviathan Cutlery SPONSORED night time courses in IMMINENT END OF THE WORLD – extra credits given – forced enrolment –

      the auditors must be informed of their sharp action – pictures of Emily turned to face the wall – Joan is furious usurped by an older lady – she’s furious but looking at her face you couldn’t tell –

      it never changes

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      • multiplemichael

        PEOPLE NEVER DISCUSS THE SOMEWHAT UNREAL PERSONALITY OF CUTLERY
        CUTLERY LENDS ITSELF TO OUR SYMBOLIC IMAGERY
        CUTLERY HELPS MAKE LIFE WORTH LIVING
        EVEN UNDER THE WORST CIRCUMSTANCES………
        FUNCTIONING IN THE MIDST OF LONELINESS AND SORROW
        PEOPLE AS VEHICLES SOMETIMES LOSE THEIR WAY ON THE ROAD OF LIFE
        HOWEVER, CUTLERY REMAINS SOLID….OFFERING PEAK PERFORMANCE

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  75. multiplemichael

    SINCE CHILDREN STOLE THE FACE OFF THE CLOCK
    THERE IS NO TELLING THE TIME
    ONE WOULD GUESS IT IS NOW
    OLDER BROTHER CAIN HAD TO CORRECT THE FAMILY TREE
    ABEL WAS JUST A TAD BIT TOO MUCH NEANDERTHAL
    AN INTRIGUING POSSIBILITY ALMOST HUMAN FARTMOUTH
    EVEN NAHASH THE SERPENT COULD SPEAK
    TALK ABOUT ORAL LEAKS………SOMEONE SPILLED THE BEANS:
    THE TOP SECRET PSYCHOCUTLERY PROJECT
    WORKING CLASS DRONES HAVE BEEN WORKING 24/7
    WHAT A BUZZ AT THE LEVIATHAN CUTLERY
    SURGICAL INSTRUMENTS FOR THE SKULL GUTS
    ALL DIRT AND FILTH WILL BE CUT OUT OF THE BRAIN
    BYE-BYE PHALLUS (SUCH VIRILE SCHEMATICS)
    CONCEPTIONS OF THE MAN HORN STICKY
    A LONG ANGULAR VOWEL WITH TWO ROUNDED CONSONANTS
    LIGHT OUT OF DARKNESS HOPEFULLY LIKE PETER NORTH
    JUST A COMMON WEEKDAY NOT A HOLIDAY OR AT GUN POINT

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  76. multiplemichael

    THE TOWN CLOCK WAS A SUMERIAN CLOCK (RARE AND DIFFICULT)
    IT HAD A FACE WITH BLUE EYES AND BLOND TURF
    WHEN THE FASCICLE CHILDREN STOLE THE FACE
    THEY DISARMED THE EYES
    AND THE HANDS FROZE
    TRYING TO BLOCK OUT
    THE RAYS OF THE SUN
    AS FAR AS TELLING TIME IN THE DICKINSON HOUSE
    SHADOWS WERE HYPER-OCCULT
    ONE DID NOT STARE AT THEM
    OR ATTEMPT TO TELL TIME BY THEM
    EVEN DAY AND NIGHT WERE OFTEN CONFUSED
    IT WAS EASY TO KNOW WHICH ROOM
    BELONGED TO EMILY
    SHE HAD TO EMPTY THE PEE BUCKET OFTEN
    BEING WEAK SHE JUST LET THE FLUID
    RUN DOWN THE SIDE OF THE HOUSE
    A GIANT YELLOW STAIN POINTED TO HER ROOM
    LATER IN LIFE WHEN SHE BECAME MORE ILL
    THE YELLOW TURNED MORE ORANGE

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  77. multiplemichael

    I WAS TALKING TO EMILY DICKINSON LAST NIGHT
    IN A RATHER PLEASANT DREAM
    SHE INFORMED ME OF A QUESTION SHE WOULD
    LIKE ANSWERED:
    OUR MOON IS TOO LARGE FOR THE SIZE OF
    OUR PLANET………WHY DOES EARTH NOT HAVE
    MANY SMALLER MOONS RATHER THAN ONE
    LARGE ONE ?
    TENNESSEE WILLIAMS SAID THAT THERE WERE
    SMALLER MOONS IN THE OLD DAYS (BROTHERS
    AND SISTERS) BUT THROUGH SOME BIZARRE
    KIND OF INCEST THEY BECAME ONE
    HE ALSO SAID THAT THE MOON AT ONE TIME
    WAS JUST LIKE EARTH AND THEN BAD
    THINGS HAPPENED
    POSSIBLY WHEN WE LOOK AT THE MOON
    WE SHOULD BE REMINDED
    WHERE SIN CAN TAKE US

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    • eatmorewords

      rolling stones were once stationary mountains – rocks – compressed sentiments – the song said….

      “Adam was not the firstman
      ‘Though the Bible tells us so
      There was one created before him
      Whose name we do not know

      He also lived in the garden
      But he had no mouth or eyes
      One day Adam came to kill him
      And he died beneath these skies”*

      I think it’s all true.
      Ask the Gideons.
      Confer with the lone adolescent over there.

      The quasi-scientific cosmology of multiple moons, insestious stars is gaining notoriety – Emily said she watched the moon around her house –
      Was her house roofless?
      Was her life loveless?

      a vanilla scented heliotrope Lavinia shadow

      *Silver Jews – credit where credits due

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      • multiplemichael

        —————————–THE HORSE IS NOT REAL———————–
        THE HORSE IS A FIGMENT OF THE IMAGINATION
        a stray horse ? a lost horse ? a honeymoon bride horse ?
        which would be worse:
        straight men lubricating the buttocks of a female horse
        straight men lubricating the buttocks of a male horse
        ?????????????????????????????????????????
        EXPLOITATION OF LURID THEMES WELCOME
        INAPPROPRIATE BOBBY SOCKS ON SEXLESS DOLLS
        CIRCUS PERFORMERS IN GAY LOAFERS
        OUTCASTS, WASTRELS, CRIPPLED PROCURERS
        OLD CIGARETTE SMOKERS ON ARTIFICIAL RESPIRATION
        FEMALE SENIOR CITIZENS WHO WHIZZ IN THEIR HANDBAGS
        ORANGE JUICE PEE IN AN EVERWIDENING ARC
        THE ACCIDENTAL STREAM IS NOT THE FIRST SETBACK

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  78. multiplemichael

    I WAS COVERED WITH THE SKINS OF BEASTS
    GOATS WERE PANTING AT MICK JAGGER
    MANY WERE THE SYMBOLS OF BARBARISM
    I SAW ONE PHOTOGRAPH OF A FAMOUS
    ADOLESCENT LONER
    IT WAS A QUASI-PSYCHOTIC DREAM
    EMILY DICKINSON WAS HOLDING MY HAND
    SHE WAS TELLING ME TO RELAX
    I WAS EXPERIENCING HER FIRST YEAR
    AT MOUNT HOLYOKE FEMALE SEMINARY
    WHY EMILY WHY ?
    WHY DID YOU TELL THEM ABOUT THE
    SECOND TREE IN THE GARDEN OF EDEN ?
    WHY DID YOU TELL THEM THAT YOU
    ATE FROM THIS OTHER TREE ?
    NOTHING CAN BE AS IT WAS BEFORE
    HOW CAN WE HIDE YOUR WINGS ?

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    • eatmorewords

      jagger needs no clock – he is older than time – a monolith – no need for a clock – goat head soup fur mask hips thin – head just a skull with lips and teeth – head wobbling on chicken neck – psycho sexual voodoo – he knew Emily – dated her once – holding hands they would stand at the precipice and look at the moons – they spoke of ancient cultures –

      Emily’s first poems were written in cuneiform – there was no word for moon, no symbol for cutlery – jagger hid his wings

      their love was ephemeral
      the colour of her illness: ochre

      SEMINARY lies about two trees – one bearing the fruit – the other filled with monkeys bearing simians area chewing branches

      Adam was not the first man –
      Jagger was

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  79. multiplemichael

    Emily told me that the evolutionary process
    had betrayed the human folk
    amphibian headaches and bloating
    surrender to the flood each month
    vulgarly dripping where
    nothing is left to explore
    the edges of grizzle
    no scab over

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  80. multiplemichael

    EMILY WITH HER INNER-SKELETON
    BIOLOGICAL CLOCK
    ORBITAL AND ROTATIONAL
    HIPS WITH A SAVANT GAP
    SCIENTISTS X-RAYED PROTO-WOMAN
    HALF SISTERS WITH BLADE CURVE
    HOMINIDS WITH OPEN WOMBS
    FATHER KEPT THEM IN THE CELLAR
    THEY LACKED NARRATIVE NOT PLOT
    FOLKLORIC SEX ONE ANGRY NEED
    EMILY SAID THAT IT THROBBED
    EVERYTHING FOR THIS ONE THING

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      the elbow less man remains rigid –
      robotic movements of the future – she never saw it coming –

      trepanning used to extract newly formed ideas – capture them young was going to be a motto

      they took measurements – head to toe – bought her new shoes red shiny like Dorothy

      the factory uniform was sack-cloth and branded nervous laughter spilled out

      it itched

      it itched inside the lips
      it throbbed

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  81. multiplemichael

    usability as the cause of its being what it is
    Emily said that her poetry appears as having
    been made for the purpose of being
    take man and his birth-made tool
    it is an intruder with identity
    it has no elbow
    yet it elbows others
    it seeks touch
    sometimes inspiration leaks out
    on firmer ground observable
    subterranean forces
    with tight fingers choking
    external pleasure
    possibly death
    blame the instrument
    not the player

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    • eatmorewords

      the sycophants and followers will hunt down the unbelievers – a new Salem – reports sent – find those that deny the Emilyness of everything –

      invisible lawyers assign shadow men to dig
      to search the dirt on YOU / ME / THEN

      tactics learned from Joan Rivers –

      there were rumours they were going to strap her down – transfuse her blood with newly discovered methods
      – bad out
      good in –
      implant the letters let her configure narrative plot theme

      X-ray the ghosts

      a new alphabet evolved from amphibious minds – lacking spine – evolve – WE LOST OUR GILLS – new meaning for old words – evolve like religion –
      a perfect fit for bored minds –

      subterranean grip
      release the magma

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      • multiplemichael

        ENDLESS SLEEP IN A SHORT NIGHT
        ALL MORTALS MUST GO DOWN
        THE PILLOW AND THE BLANKET
        DREAM CHATTY UNDER EXAMINATION
        LIFE IS AN ACT
        BUSY AFFIRMING THAT ACT ?
        I NEVER OPEN THE DOOR TO APOLOGISTS
        THEY RUIN HISTORY
        THEY BIRTHDAY CAKE UNFORTUNATE CIRCUMSTANCES

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      • multiplemichael

        IT IS AN ABOMINATION TO X-RAY A GHOST
        THE IMAGE IS CHARGED WITH EXPECTATIONS
        ONLY TO FIND A DOLLAR STORE GIFT
        (copyright: you wanted a new bicycle but you got dental floss: XMAS 20013)

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      • eatmorewords

        X-raying ghosts is like catching water with a fork I was told – magnetic attraction pulls the forks nearer – bursts of radiation enter the bloodstream –
        an unwanted Xmas gift is handed to the homeless with an electric cords for a belt – still attached to a toaster – clunking as he walks down the street – kids run when they hear him coming – layers of clothes hide his secret code

        a desire to do more than just holding hands – dirty bird – I know the type – Normans mum warned me in a series of midnight lectures

        I took notes
        They made no sense

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  82. multiplemichael

    A MYSTERIOUS AILMENT
    A LOSS OF VITAL POWERS
    HONEST PHYSICAL DECLINE
    NO IT IS NOT A DESIRE FOR LOVE
    POSSIBLY AN EMILY DICKINSON STD
    THERE WAS SOME HARDENING
    AND FREEZING IN BED
    I QUESTIONED HER TONGUELESS WORDS
    HER MAGNETIC SPIT DAMPENED
    PARALYZED REGIONS
    OVERLAPPINGS
    ALIEN SHAPES
    SIREN-SONGS FROM UFOS
    ORGANIC BLASPHEMIES
    HOOVES AND HUMAN KNEES
    COUPLE UNCOUPLE COUPLE
    OCCULTED EROTIC ENERGIES
    PHYSICALLY
    EMILY WAS A MATHEMATICIAN
    IN THE HANDLING OF OUR EQUATIONS
    SHE WAS WHOLE SEAMLESS UNDIVIDED
    A FREE-FLOATING AGENT
    OVER INTO AROUND
    AND THROUGH

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    • eatmorewords

      floats above like funeral pyre ash
      once hot, now cinders,
      now embers
      cold
      floats into the empyrean vastness
      above this landscape

      and when they come for me I shall say, “I never knew
      her, only heard her name, I listened to the
      grapevine, I have nothing concrete”.

      I will point to toilet stall graffiti, blackboard equations,
      unsubstantiated claims on WIKI pages. This is my evidence.

      She was elusive will not be pinned down like a
      lepidopterists pray

      Nothing can be trusted, not the alien movements
      amongst the tress, not the end of year audit.

      I will say I heard her name in a song,
      she sang something sweet for me.

      I will remember the factory, the spot at the back of her knee
      , the skin, the forks, the words.

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  83. multiplemichael

    dreams of Emily Dickinson again
    she was sleeping in a transparent coffin
    she was free from menstruation
    sexuality was not to be
    life could not force her to overreach herself
    she was heavily laced inside her glass tomb
    her unconscious was no longer collapsing
    SHE WAS SAFE IN HER INERTIA
    in our modern times we laugh at primitive orality
    oral incorporative desires
    immature fixations
    the skin, the forks, the words

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    • eatmorewords

      I saw her in a TV commercial selling car wax – I saw her on a news report – a riot in Berlin – I saw her in my reflection – morning mirrors –

      her menstruation attracted vampires –
      crucifixs burns was a rumour started in Eastern Europe – whispers across oceans – her blood was priceless

      we scoured the archives for evidence

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    • eatmorewords

      uncovered DNA on discarded toothbrush
      three black eyes and a returns address
      tattoo on forearm – right
      below the elbows
      missing fingers

      it was an accident but still
      it made it harder for her to write so she just remembered the words

      small packages arrived from unknown senders – in her head she designed foundries – plotted the narrative

      discarded rejection letters
      letters rejected discarded

      she planned
      a sabbatical away from the words

      thick tongue wiggles meat from between teeth

      Amish Jagger has frugal thoughts

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  84. multiplemichael

    people with short memories rely on each other
    ( all that stuff with being IN TROUBLE is now over)
    I could go overboard but i’m not
    the past is floating downstream
    the outrage is going….going….gone
    I have been having a wonderful time with Emily
    my guide is a real chunk of change
    she says Emily has a large head with theatrical eyes
    that’s like saying “Amish Jagger has frugal thoughts”
    dead people are molded in plastic
    they often stop mid-sentence
    lost time
    moving lips without sound
    sound is available only to those who aspire membership
    death is likely to prove permanent
    unshakeable death……..is it like rust ?
    does it get worse ?

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    • eatmorewords

      some workers at the factory rejected the Copernican model – they whispered their belief in fixed earth theory –
      earth is the centre –

      the followers of Emily refuted all creationist stories dismissed anything that didn’t place her at the centre
      Emily the anchor

      adherents to the truth – all else is false.

      Google searches for Emily have increased ten fold.

      Poet preachers pontificate from the pulpit.

      Fakirs in dusty Indian villages sleep on beds of pins – collage of pain – indent skin to get closer to her.

      Amish Jagger only enrolled for the free hat.

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  85. multiplemichael

    SLEEPING IN DEATH COVERED WITH A BLANKET OF SPIDERS
    INCONVENIENCES OF THE FLESH
    DULL PUSH PINS
    IT TAKES MORE PUSH THAN PIN
    THEY CALL IT SELF-EXPRESSION
    BUDS BLOWN BABY
    …………ME, I JUST COMFORT MYSELF WITH EMILY
    SHE MAY BE PURITAN
    BUT A DAUGHTER OF EVE
    IMAGINATION AND A TIGHT MENTAL ALLEGIANCE WITH SEX
    CONVINCED IT WAS THE WAY OF GOD
    WE RODE THE FLESH LIKE ONE OF THOSE SNOT-NOSE BULLS
    A MERCIFUL SATISFACTION FROM A WILD RODEO RIDE
    EMILY DICKINSON TENSION RESOLVED
    WITHOUT THE DARKNESS ALIENATION AND DISORDER
    ASSOCIATED WITH OTHER WORDPRESS POETS

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      at the bedsides of the dying – death rattle lungs – hand reaches for cabinet draw –
      breeze blows curtains blow in the breeze
      glass of water full of bubbles – stale
      they wanted to catch the last earthly breath
      – wanted to see how death entered the room –

      cobweb cowl monks in the shadows creeping

      her sex was transparent
      fingers pawed positions never seen before – a high priestess of words – entire sections in discarded libraries devoured

      and devoted to her

      my family don’t understand the fascination they refuse to read

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      • multiplemichael

        MY FAMILY DON’T UNDERSTAND
        THE VALUE OF TINY NURSLINGS
        IN THE WOMB
        THEY GIVE THE MOTHERS THE SICK EYE
        FROM CRADLE TO GRAVE
        NEVER A CHANCE TO FEEL
        ITSELF BE
        THEY REFUSE TO READ
        FRAGMENTARY SHALLOW IDEALS
        POSSIBLE WATCHWORDS
        PREDETERMINATE INTUITIONS
        IMPERVIOUS TO WORDS

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  86. multiplemichael

    SOMEONE SAID THAT YOU WERE DRAGGING YOURSELF
    TO THE BEDSIDES OF THE DYING ?
    ARE YOU STEALING BIBLES OR BREATHS OR BOTH ?
    HOARDING MATERIAL FOR FUTURE POSTS ?
    JUST REMEMBER THAT NO DISAPPOINTMENT
    CAN BE SO HEAVY
    THAT IT CANNOT SERVE AS A “CORRECTION”

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  87. multiplemichael

    I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT THE NAME, NEBUCHADNEZZAR
    FAMOUS FOR THINKING: “THE WORD OF LIFE IT IS MY MEAT”
    NOURISHMENT ALIEN TO YOU AND ME
    I KNOW WHERE YOU STAND ON YOUR SUBMISSION TO THE WILL OF GOD
    SOMEWHAT FORCED………..YOU ARE NOT HAPPY WITH GOD AND HIS ARRANGEMENT
    YOU HAVE TAKEN THE BAIT OF THE OTHER SIDE

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  88. multiplemichael

    A BEAST MUST NEVER BE ASHAMED OF ITS FURRY INSIDE
    IT IS THERE THAT ONE CAN EXPERIENCE A FORGOTTEN SLEEP
    PURE WHITE PITCH BLACK LACK A BODY SUFFER INDIVIDUALITY
    DIDACTIC LOVERS GIVE THE KEYS TO MOAB BACK
    THE RAVAGES OF UTAH ARE FOR FUTURE MAN
    NO SEED CAN GROW IN THE BARBARIAN SOIL
    WEIGHTED WITH CHAINS THE SERPENTS
    WAIT FOR HUMAN ERROR
    EACH CAVERN WITH A HIGHWAY
    AUTOMOBILES ARE WICKED
    WITH THE MISERABLE HEAT
    RUBBER IS THE TYRANT

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    • eatmorewords

      forgive the fur
      mow it – erase it – burn it – but it will grow back twice as strong – a forest to get lost in – a thickness – no light can penetrate –

      plant the seeds
      in the
      most moist fur

      Utah is twice the size of England – more space to bury the bones – more sky at the horizon – rusted wrecks at side of the road – fry eggs on the hoods of cars –

      but no coastlines
      she is landlocked

      talking through a wheezing of asbestos coughs

      empty womb waiting

      she fired her editor
      an inability to balance words
      a steady diet of nothing

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    (just so we are on the same page: DIDATIC is not a female singer from an island)
    a steady diet of nothing would do me a lot of good
    I could stop taking the tea bag baths
    trying to hide the cup as I type
    gonorrhea is in town
    there was a whole/hole history of discharges
    all the way back to nappy area eruptions
    what a dead person wouldn’t give for anticipatory anxiety
    to indulge in anything dramatically
    possibly a knife fight
    my god, does it get any better than a knife fight ?

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    • eatmorewords

      excitement of the
      the thrill of
      a knife fight – 1950s biker gangs – greased hair – silver blades the blood a contrast in the sun against white tshirt a –
      a fat Marlon Brando with a whole chicken hanging from his mouth – it’s wings still flapping – buried under an avalanche of oranges –

      knife fights these days aren’t fights
      they are random stabbings in public places

      the horror I have seen
      witnessed

      she couldn’t understand these things – her writing during periods of convalescence

      she stood at the borders
      examined the cross roads
      adjusted the vowels and volumes

      her didactic tone

      The Curie house remains vacant

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      • multiplemichael

        THE HUSKS THE KERNELS OF YOKO ONO
        TRY NOT TO PAY ATTENTION TO HER GENDER
        SHE HAS NAILED BOARDS ON THE WINDOWS OF UNIVERSAL MALENESS
        SHE IS LIVING IN A ZOMBIE MOVIE
        A NON-BREEDER AT 80
        WHERE IS SHE GOING ?
        LIKE THE CURIE HOUSE SHE REMAINS VACANT
        “I MAY BE OLD BUT I AM ANATOMICALLY CORRECT”
        A HEALTHY THREE-CORNERED-PELT
        THE BABY BOX STILL PINK

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      • eatmorewords

        the abstractions run parallel to the protagonists truth – black eye covered with a steak – does this actually work? – meat on eyes? X-ray meat magic – boxers in the ring – the antithesis of black lemonade –

        there are many strands now –
        many threads which he will tug at unconsciously – inconspicuously – incognito – Yoko Ono married a man one letter away from mine –

        Yoko Ono at the yo-yo factory giving guided tours of the last pandemic

        the rattling of sabres the sharpening of knifes

        zombies outside

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    • eatmorewords

      she is the chipped tooth
      the newly discovered species
      a smile on a packed commuter train, a broken lace, bent spine,
      pen marks on new shirt, the unread paragraph, the lottery rollover, she is the jackpot of fools gold, the turned page of the corner, a voice, a national treasure in the wrong country, a lost shoe, a new idea.

      She is the third floor washed up carcass, an unwanted fetish, a bingo full house, something lost amongst melting snow.

      She is roaming fingers penetrating through thin skin, a broken fence where the rabid dogs play, beware the child who never laughs,
      an empty swing.

      dreaming of words, of configuration, their order
      eat more whispers

      the yolk
      egg
      the shell

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  90. multiplemichael

    VILLAINIES ON THE LANGUAGE
    LIKE TOMATO WORMS DOWN BELOW
    THE LIPS OF THOSE WITH LIPS
    SOCKETS LONG DRY
    UNBUTTONING HER BLOUSE
    PEELING HER POTATOES
    IMPATIENTLY SMOKING
    GIFTS TO THE READER
    ONE WORD AT A TIME

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  91. multiplemichael

    VILLAINIES ON THE LANGUAGE
    MICROORGANISMS LURKING IN LITERATURE
    WORDS WITH DOORKNOBS
    PUBLIC BATHROOM POETRY
    EVERYWHERE WOUNDED FRAGILE EGOS
    MAN-ORGANS WITH WORMLIKE APPEARANCES
    RAW MEAT BELUGA STYLE
    ALASKA NATIVES WITH JOAN RIVER SPORES
    THAT FAR NORTH AND SIZE IS HUMILIATING
    TOMATO WORM COMES TO MIND
    CAUTIOUS AND FEARFUL
    AT THE URINAL
    THE BULLY OR THE BULLIED

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  92. multiplemichael

    THE LIPS OF THOSE WITH LIPS
    LOWER BODY PLAYGROUND BEHAVIOUR
    THE MIGHTY BAGPIPES
    OF DISTENSION OF ABDOMEN
    ANTICIPATORY WIND
    POSSIBLY SECOND WIND
    UNFOLDED WIND FROM A PAWNSHOP
    COMMITMENT:
    A DIET OF CABBAGE AND BEANS
    A SHORTLIVED PASSION
    SEEMINGLY OVERDEVELOPED ACADEMIC TYPES
    OFTEN BLOW THE LID OFF

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  93. multiplemichael

    THERE IS NO CHARITY BUT THE DEATH OF RELATIVES
    POOR PEOPLE ONLY FEEL LIKE TOURISTS AT FUNERALS
    BLACK-CASSOCKED FEMALES AT THE DANCE
    RED WELTS ON THEIR CHEEKS
    SERVANT GIRLS ?
    ONCE INSIDE THEM YOU WILL NEVER FIND THE END
    MERELY THE BEGINNING OF NECESSITIES
    POISON WOULD BE THE BETTER CHOICE
    BIBLE-QUOTING AT THE MENNONITE YOUTH CAMP
    ECCENTRICITIES OF COSTUME
    REGULATION UNDERWEAR
    BELITTLING OF ANY POORER HUMAN BEING
    UNDYED HOMESPUN YOUTH
    GATHERING IN THE SHADOWS OF FORGOTTEN STRAWS
    THE NARROW PATH OF REPRESSION AND DENIAL
    MOMMA CALLED HER SQUEEZE BOX ALADDIN’S CAVE

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    • eatmorewords

      the fish in the tank float to the top – no fish will ever win Jeopardy – memory issues like a broken computer – spell check is incorrect her ponytail replaced with peadophile –
      a new structure
      new words

      she was ovoviparous
      self creating in her own atmosphere

      the skinned knee self fulfilling the peasants at the funeral steal the clothes of the dead and stay mute at confessional

      well thumbed in the pubis mound

      the duality of the pain and pleasure a cocktail of guilt the hair -shirt itches scratches on the bible
      neon

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  94. multiplemichael

    SHE WAS THE BIG BOOM
    SOMEONE DIGGING IN A SUMERIAN TOMB
    FOUND AN ARTIFACT THAT LOOKED LIKE JOAN RIVERS
    SADLY, THERE WERE TOO MANY FINGERS ON THE HANDS
    CONVERTING JOAN IN TIME INTO AN OBJECT OUTSIDE OF TIME
    THANK GOD THE GOVERNMENT HAS MONEY TO FUND IT
    SEXUAL FEAR AND ANXIETY ARE THE BASIS FOR OUR UNDERSTANDING
    THE LOVE OF MASOCHISM………….DEFENSELESS COOKS UP TO REPETITION
    CAMERAS ARE UNINHABITED BUT FULL OF GHOSTS
    AN ENORMOUS CAST OF SPIRITS
    SLEEP IN MY BED
    INNER VIBRANCE

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    • eatmorewords

      she would appear in the appendices – she was mentioned in the footnotes – people would stuff dollars in her mouth and point fingers – obscured behind rearranged syntax – Joan Rivers on the Zapruder tape –
      the grassy knoll – there is a subtext here
      exposed film in dark room black edifice –

      the test tubes of fluids

      you will be taxed in Elysian Fields

      cosseted inside paragraphs

      her Valhalla

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  95. multiplemichael

    SHE SAID THAT IT WAS YOU THAT MENTIONED THE FOOTNOTES
    OLD NIGHTCLUB JOHNNY AND HIS TASTE FOR THE FOOTNOTES
    SO-CALLED TEMPERAMENTAL LEANINGS
    HELL NAIVE ADOLESCENT JOHNNY
    RULES AND JUDGMENTS MEAN NOTHING
    IT IS A PUSH PIN WORLD
    WITH A WANDERLUST FOR CHEMICAL FORMULATION
    FULL MOONY BURDEN PASS THE BATH SALTS
    ACCIDENTAL INFLUENCES
    PSYCHIC SEX SCARS
    FREUDIAN FINGERNAILS
    BOYHOOD IN CAPITAL LETTERS
    BOYHOOD PHYSIQUE……….A MEMORY TO DISCARD
    THE GUY AT THE NEXT URINAL
    WITH THE GIANT TOMATO WORM
    “ARE YOU FREE TO VISIT MY NOVEL”
    DRAMATIC MOMENTS
    PSYCHOLOGICAL RESPONSES TO FLESH
    IT IS NOT LIKE I HAVE A PREOCCUPATION
    ATTRACTIONS AND COMPULSIONS
    I ONCE WROTE AN UNPUBLISHED ESSAY
    ON TOMATO WORMS

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    • eatmorewords

      the ancient psychedelic is the yeast that binds – the infection spreads – and when you think back to when all this began there was no plan – just random coincidences – the right choice of words – images painted on the side of a mountain –

      whale hunting with bazooka – a primordial imperative to spear and remove the fur

      chew the meat

      Leonard Cohen epithets quoted at factory down time – you either love him or hate him – he wears a hat –

      they want to build airports for ghost planes

      her Facebook page exploded under the weight of invisible traffic – you put her on a pedestal –

      she was a re-activated sleeper agent – pressed under words –
      she bent spoons with her mind – they had plans for – she would be ghost

      johnny on the twilight shift masturbating into an open draw, one eye on the moon – mentally writing chapter one of “False Jackals: The history of Pins”

      the hermaphrodite hand guided him in

      inside her he lost all bearings

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      • multiplemichael

        what do you say to a group of stiff-necked poets ?
        ——————————————————————–
        menstrual blood on the door implicit dirty fingers of historical nick on the neck
        marks of culture and spiritual brotherhood carnivalesque ordeals
        knowledge taken for granted—laughter on the moors
        sensitive readers: BEWARE THE MOORS !!!
        naked and raw instinctive fears
        woman storms….terrible female storms
        hellhounds on the moors
        hostile creatures from a Satanic stronghold
        stereotype rocks and bushes squealing
        hellish sneers, footed fiends ministering
        poets become hunks of beef and mutton

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  96. multiplemichael

    …………………………………………………there is no charity but the death of relatives
    …………………………………………………poor people only feel like tourists at funerals

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  97. multiplemichael

    SHE CALLED HER PUBIS MOUND:
    BERENICE, LIGEIA, MORELLA
    IT LEAKED MELANCHOLIA
    TERRIBLE STAINS
    JOHNNY WITH HIS SYNTAX AND IMAGERY
    THE UNBORN BABY IN A GLASS JAR
    THE NERVOUS COLLAPSE
    DEMENTED TALES OF HIS NUTHOUSE EMPLOYMENT
    THERE WAS NO GOING HOME
    BAPTIZED AS A PATIENT SUPREME
    THEY LET JOHNNY WORK THE LATE SHIFT
    DESCENT WAS A GROWING INFATUATION
    SO FAR DOWN YOU COULD HEAR THE DEVIL SNORE

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  98. multiplemichael

    SHE WITH HER ALPHABETICAL DEVICE
    I JUST REACHED IN AND YANKED OUT THE COTTAGE CHEESE
    SHE SAID THAT SHE WAS A NATURALIST
    BUT NOT ON MY BED
    DRUNKARDS FAIL AT CENTER MARGIN
    STOP BEING AN ELEVATOR AND JUST MOVE FORWARD
    PRESIDENT KENNEDY IS ALREADY DEAD

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  99. multiplemichael

    HE WAS GOING FOR THE PINK
    BUT DAMN, HE ENDED UP BLACKBERRYING
    MEMORIES OF SYLVIA PLATH AND HER CROTCH
    CHILDHOOD SNAPPING TURTLES
    CHINESE FINGER PUZZLES
    EVEN DADDY-LONG-LEGS HAD TO USE STILTS
    AT FIRST YOU THINK OF TICKLING PINCERS
    BUT FOR NO REASON IT IS YOKO ONO
    SHE SNORTS DEATH ON THE CAROUSEL
    THREE POUNDS OF FLESH ON HER BONES
    HER VOICE LIKE A HEATHEN COCKATOO
    YOKO THE WOMAN OF THE DECADE, YEAR, HOUR

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      • multiplemichael

        FOOTNOTES OFTEN FALL FROM TIME INTO TIMELESSNESS
        I SEE YOU WITH YOUR INTRINSIC CIGARETTE
        A GOLDEN AGE A GOLDEN DAWN A WORLD WHERE ALEISTER CROWLEY
        DID AWAY WITH LAWS AND PREACHED LOVE
        “LOVE IS THE LAW”
        I know you have an insatiable yearning for quantum mechanics
        A NOSTALGIA FOR THE INCONSTANT IRREGULARITY

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      • eatmorewords

        she idolised the black bulls – they looked blue under moonlight-
        blue and shiny –
        muscles taut –
        she liked that –
        she touched them
        and she slept the sleep of the recidivist – plotting and planning like a vein slashed bright and blue – when she went out to look at the blue bulls the moon reminded her of Crowleys head – a shiny dome –
        she woke in the golden dawn and devised formulas to show love was separate from the law – not over it or below it her fingers reached inside her

        she ensured there were no restrictions
        no boundaries she was Joan
        pre-determined

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    • multiplemichael

      READERS OF NEWSPAPERS MENTION YOUR NAME
      YOU ARE GUILTY OF EXHIBITING IMMEDIATE FEELINGS
      YOUR PRIVATES IN UNDISGUISED DETAIL ?
      UNLEASHED POINT-BLANK
      YOU MARCH UNINTIMIDATED
      YOU ARE A NUDE WALKER
      NO ONE WILL THROW YOU FROM A TREE

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      • eatmorewords

        that is all lies – partially
        no one reads newspapers anymore –
        some may flick through lonely hearts columns searching for connections –
        some lonely heart tries to woe with Emily’s words –
        Sagittarius with a good sense of humour seeks etc etc for immediate brutal beatings

        aroused and waiting for emails (letters..?!) to arrive – the possibilities of coupling
        of viewing what is hidden
        is manna

        point blank sex explosions

        the relief is a two ton butterfly fluttering wings off your chest

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      • multiplemichael

        CHEATED OUT OF YOUTH
        PANTS WITH NO ZIPPER
        STRONG REVOLT AGAINST EXISTENCE
        THE SUPPER TABLE GUARDED BY FATHER
        BUFFOONS…BUFFOONS YOU TWO
        HE WAS A LEARNED CRANK
        WORDS WITH A STRONG ARM
        NO ROMANTIC MOVIE MATERIAL
        LIFE SUCKED LIKE DIRTY TAP WATER
        LIKE CHEESE FROM THE VERY BACK OF SANITY
        LIKE YOUR MOTHER WITH HER HIGHLY TRAINED EYES
        MEDDLING IN POCKETS FOR TOBACCO
        MEDDLING WITH UNDERWEAR AND BED LINENS
        FOR PEARL DROPS OR BROWN RUNNERS

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  100. multiplemichael

    YOKO IS AT BEST AN ENTANGLED MOTION OF MOLECULES
    SHE OFTEN USES SEAN TO DRIVE IN COFFIN NAILS
    SHE LOVES TO BURY EMPTY SPACE
    SHE IS THE QUEEN OF SELF-ENJOYMENT
    HER VOCAL ARTS ARE CLUES TO HER DEPENDENCE ON BODILY FUNCTIONS
    HER COCKATOO HAS WENT COCKATOO FOR 80 YEARS
    WITH ONLY THREE POUNDS OF FLESH
    SHE IS A MESS
    (you could get high from her sneeze)

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    • eatmorewords

      nails being driven in concrete
      jackhammers
      the annoyance of a ticking clock – of time metronomically timed – the shrill scream of a horror movie teen – that is Onos voice – Amish Jaggers secret weapon –
      the fly in ointment –
      a beach of sand in the Vaseline

      a sell by date
      expired

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  101. multiplemichael

    IF YOU WERE TO INHALE A YOKO ONO SNEEZE:
    YOU WOULD FIND IT DIFFICULT TO MAINTAIN A FABRICATION UNDER QUESTIONING
    YOU MIGHT SUFFER AMNESIA AND PARALYSIS OF THE GROIN
    YOU MIGHT CARVE SIX HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SIX ON YOUR FOREHEAD

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  102. multiplemichael

    SOMETIMES I TALK TO YOKO LATE AT NIGHT
    I PROMISE HER SEDUCTION, HAPPINESS, MARRIAGE
    WHAT I COULDN’T DO WITH THAT THREE POUNDS
    PEOPLE SAY THAT HER AGE IS A CRIME
    I THINK USING SEAN’S HEAD AS A HAMMER IS MORE OF A CRIME
    WHEN IT COMES TO BEAUTY SHE HAS THE WEALTH

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  103. multiplemichael

    THAT SHELL OF A BODY
    YOKO AND HER THREE POUNDS
    MAKES ME SILLY
    WITH AN ATAVISTIC BOND-SENSE
    SMALL INSIDE ADOBE WALLS
    OUR HARVEST OUR PREPARATIONS
    THE SKYSHIP WILL BLACKEN
    ALL-TOO-VERBAL POETS

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    • eatmorewords

      Her tinderbox was ignited by scurrying beatles – your fascination with her skin and bones is touching – there is a connection there –

      she stood on the top of mountains and told the sky her secrets

      she invited me back to her place to listen to black metal, to work on equations, to mesh into positions

      we entered the cave at 3:32am

      inside we watched reruns of yesterday’s news and we agreed to create history – she opened the fridge bathing the cave in electric light – milk stood next to meat next to meat

      black outside she whispered “we’ve come along way from the factory”

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  104. multiplemichael

    YOKO HAD THE CAPACITY TO ARRIVE
    AT SENSIBLE SCENARIOS
    OF LOVEMAKING
    REPEATED CLOSE LOOKS
    AT ALL THREE POUNDS
    WHAT A SUBSTITUTE
    FOR A WOMAN
    ALTHOUGH SHE DID MOVE
    UPON MY WATERS
    I COULD SEE
    THE CORPSE
    INSIDE HER HEAD

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    • multiplemichael

      YOKO PROFANED BY SUCH A SON
      HER PARCHED 3-BEAN STARVED SELF
      BEING THE JUDEO-CHRISTIAN DEVIL THAT I AM
      I SHOWED HER THE BULLS OF HOMOEROTIC INFATUATION
      SHE WAS WILLING TO EXPOSE HER BOSOM TO ME IF IT WOULD HELP
      IMAGES UNCENSORED BY THE INTELLECT
      STARS IN THE PUPILS VIBRATING SWOLLEN MYSTERY WORDS
      BRUTE ASSERTION… THRILLING RECEPTIVITY

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      • eatmorewords

        hand grip hard and fast
        fat and bulbous
        friction burn the milk curdles fast in the Florida heat – bath salt tea dyslexic librarian ruins the filling – H where J and K should be – she worships dog – a funny story I’ll tell you one day….sssssshhh in the library…
        people are waiting to die
        they are lonely and the words are comfort the words are the bread and the spine is the wine

        pissing themselves with fear piss chaff legs salt in wounds vinegar in the cuts
        answering lonely hearts ads as a hobby

        they all want to feel something

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  105. multiplemichael

    YOKO SAID,”OUR CARICATURES ARE LONG DEAD. TAKE THIS SHOVEL AND HOLLOW
    OUT THE EARTH SO WE MIGHT HOLD HANDS AS WE FACE DEATH.”
    WE BOTH KNEW NO MATTER HOW DEEP WE BURIED OURSELVES, OUR PREVIOUS
    LIVES WOULD DIG INTO OUR DEATHS. DIG UNTIL WE WERE FREE ONCE AGAIN
    TO CARRY BONES AND FLESH AND WISH WE HAD YOUNGER HAIR.

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  106. multiplemichael

    ON THE COVER OF ‘NEW YORKER’
    THERE I STAND WITH MY HAND TOUCHING THE RIGHT BUN OF SYLVIA PLATH
    RIGHT BEFORE SHE DIED SHE TOOK TO WEARING CAT KIDNEYS
    ON THE TOPS OF HER SHOES
    EACH ONE WAS DIFFERENTLY SHAPED
    CONSTANT SURPRISES……LIFE IS FULL OF ITS SELF
    SHE WAS JUST A VISITOR
    EYE TO EYE, SYLVIA
    BUT WHY DID YOU STAY SO LONG ?
    IT WAS NOT THAT HARD TO ESCAPE THE CELL
    THE KEY WAS AROUND YOUR NECK
    ADDRESSED TO YOU I LEFT A FEW WORDS
    GET THE HELL OUT AND TAKE YOUR BREASTS

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  107. multiplemichael

    I TRY NOT TO BE NEGATIVE BUT SYLVIA PLATH
    SHE WAS A CORPSE TO BE ROUGH-HOUSED OUT OF THE GRAVE
    IN LIFE SHE USED DEATH LIKE A MILK COW WITH SANDPAPER GLOVES
    SLOPPY ORAL PULL OFF SYLVIA INDIRECTLY INSPIRED IRONY GIRL
    YOU LIVED SO DAMN LONG………………….BROKEN DOWN NO FIX
    ANTIQUATED ALPHABET IN A PUBIC WEAVE
    TRADITIONAL COMBINATIONS DOWN-TO-EARTH
    FEMALE FAMILIARITY
    GENDER REALISM
    SUCH AN INSPIRED POET
    I HEAR YOU ON YOUTUBE
    YOU ARE STILL HERE
    NO DEATH FOR YOU
    UNRAVELLED VERBAL QUEEN

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  108. multiplemichael

    AN IMPASSIONED ATTEMPT TO MAKE A PLACE FOR JOAN RIVERS
    IMAGES OF STARVING CHILDREN HAUNT HER
    THE CHILDREN OF EMPLOYEES OF THE CUTLERY
    LIFE IS FULL OF TORTURERS AND VICTIMS
    HER RECTUM BLUE FROM DR PLASTIQUE
    BETWEEN LOVERS IN AN AIRPLANE POEM
    THE SEAT FULL OF BROKEN NEON BULBS
    BUSINESS PENISES GROPING
    ENORMOUS AND PINK
    SACRAMENTAL ELEPHANT TRUNKS
    WITH THE OUTER LAYER SKINNED OFF
    SHE THOUGHT ABOUT AMERICAN MEN
    SHE WOULD NEVER DEFECATE IN PUBLIC
    OR TOUCH OLD BONES FROM AFRICA

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    • eatmorewords

      I see Joan is back – peripheral –
      on the peripherally – nestling at the edges but she never went away –
      she just lays dormant in a state of hibernation – her teats shrunk and empty – it’s been a long winter for Joan – her starving offspring seek nourishment from others –

      during her seasonal torpidity Joan dreamt of business men and Hindu Sadhus with their penises wrapped around sticks – the ascetic appealed –

      in my dreams Joan and Yoko fight to the death – Emily (you remember her? How could you forget Emily…)

      Emily looks on, her pale forefinger brushes a against her entrance

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  109. multiplemichael

    ONE DAY AT THE MARKET I CAUGHT YOKO ONO
    SLEEPING IN A BIN FULL OF LETTUCE HEADS
    SHE WAS BEING TRIVIALIZED
    MEN WITH ODD EARS WERE DERIVING
    MASTURBATORY PLEASURE
    POOR LITTLE RICH GIRL
    TIME TO RELEASE THE GRIP
    AND MAKE A #2

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  110. multiplemichael

    DILUTION IS SO IMPORTANT
    INK BECOMES DIRTY WATER
    I STAND NAKED IN THE HEART OF TRUCHAS, NEW MEXICO
    A CRAZED WHITE MAN WITH A 3 POUND YOKO ONO
    PEOPLE CONFUSE HER FOR A SMALL CHILD
    BUT YOKO IS ANYTHING BUT A TAME RAT
    SHE AND I HAVE BEEN SNORTING THE TAOS DUST
    YOKO WAS TAUT…SHE HAD A KNIFE AT MY THROAT
    “TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES”
    MY VILLAINIES EXPOSED TO THIS SMALL VILLAGE
    THE ONLY THING SEPARATING US WAS HER DEAD EMBODIMENT
    HE DIED MIDTHOUGHT PROMPTING SPECULATION FUTILE BACKTRACKING

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  111. multiplemichael

    YOKO HAD TWO LEGS:
    ONE WAS AN UNIFYING FACTOR
    THE OTHER WAS AN ORGANIZING PRINCIPLE
    IF YOU LICKED THEM THEY TASTED LIKE CHICKEN SOUP
    SOMETIMES THINGS TASTE BETTER THAN THEY LOOK
    THE SEDUCTIVE ALLUREMENT OF CANARY STICKS
    IRRESISTIBLE TO A NIHILIST
    ORGAN-GRINDER
    WITHOUT AN EXTERNAL ENTRANCE
    NOT EVEN FRAGMENTS OF LIPS
    “MY DEAR, WITH THIS FLASHLIGHT I CAN SEE THAT YOUR
    SEQUIM HAS DROPPED FROM THE GROINED ARCH
    AND HAS BEEN DISCARDED OR PLACED IN A MUSEUM.”

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  112. multiplemichael

    YOKO SAYS THAT HER THREE POUND BODY IS A NUTRIENT MEDIUM
    …………HOW DOES SHE COME UP WITH THAT STUFF ?……………………..
    TRANSMITTED BY HEREDITY OR DERIVED FROM SPACE SHIPS
    YOKO HAD THE PECULIARITIES OF AN UFO ABDUCTEE
    THEY WERE VISIBLE IN BLACK AND WHITE
    INNER NATURE REVEALING ITSELF
    SINGING THINGS NEVER ENTRUSTED TO A HUMAN TONGUE
    YOKO ALMOST WASHED AWAY WITH FLOODS OF THOUGHT
    SHE WAS NEVER SUBORDINATE
    THAT WAS THE ROLE OF HER HUSBAND
    THE BEATLE KING

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    • multiplemichael

      (THIS IS ECCLESIASTICAL AND METAPHYSICAL: EXPLORED AND INTERPRETED)
      THE RAPE OF YOKO ONO
      AS A YOUNG LADY YOKO WAS VIEWED AS A “LOCK”
      EVERY MAN WAS A KEY WANTING TO UNLOCK HER
      HER CONSTANT RAPE WAS A MAJOR FORCE OF INERTIA
      SHE PRAYED TO PARACELSUS
      HE GAVE HER THE KING BEATLE

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    • multiplemichael

      WAS YOKO THE JAPANESE HEIFER OF THE BEATLE KING ?
      I HAVE SEEN POSTERS OF HER WHEN SHE WAS YOUNG
      CHEWING GRASS IN FRONT OF A QUAINT BARN IN SWITZERLAND
      HER PARENTS WERE WEALTHY AND SHE KNEW NOT POVERTY
      SHE WAS A HELL OF A CATCH
      AN ANARCHIST WITH HEALTHY FALLOPIAN TUBES

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      • eatmorewords

        she was neutral during the war and allowed strangers to his bullion inside her –
        she weighed 3 stone but her insides were deceptively spacious –
        the Beatle king resigned his crown so he could spend retirement exploring her

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      • multiplemichael

        THE BEATLE KING WAS THE MAIN THREAD
        YOKO WOULD WEAVE HIM WITH DELICATE PRECISION
        ALWAYS AWARE OF THE TERRIBLE ELECTRIFYING EFFECTS
        THE OTHER CHAPS WERE IRRITATIONS
        LIKE JOCK ITCH OR RINGWORM
        EVERYTHING WAS ALWAYS AT A CROSSROADS
        BY LAW EVERYONE WAS A CREATOR AND NOT A REGULAR PERSON
        MOTHERS THREW THE SLEEPERS FROM HIGH TREES
        YOU COULD HEAR THEIR JOINTS CRACK

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  113. multiplemichael

    THE TOUGH-MINDEDNESS OF YOKO
    AMERICA GAVE PEOPLE NERVOUS BREAKDOWNS
    UNDERWEAR CATASTROPHES
    CROOOKED FINGERS
    SHARP KNIVES
    HER HUSBAND WAS A PITIFUL APPENDAGE
    SHE HAD TO DRAG HIM THROUGH EACH DAY
    A LIKABLE FELLOW WITH A CARWRECK MENTALITY
    A NEUROTIC RASCAL IN SEARCH OF THE NEXT HIGH
    SOMETHING TO SHATTER THE NARROW TENSION
    THE DILEMMA OF BEING RICH AND LIVING IN THE NOW
    BEING THE BEATLE KING AND MARRIED TO A FOUL BIRD

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  114. multiplemichael

    ADAM WAS THERE FOR THE REBIRTH RITUALS
    PRIMITIVE RACES WERE MAKING WAY FOR FUTURE MAN
    SCHOOLMATES IN THE GRAVE NO DIFFERENT THAN YOU
    HEAD PROBLEMS AS YOU LOSE YOUR MIND
    INEXHAUSTIBLE FEAR…. AM I NEXT ?
    WHAT PUT AN END TO THE DREAM OF CHILDHOOD ?
    DEAD PEOPLE ARE PHOTOGRAPHED CLINGING TO ILLUSIONS
    THEY WERE BUSY MAKING ASSUMPTIONS
    EXAGGERATED EXPECTATIONS
    AND THEN THE BIRTHDAY CAKE
    OF UNDERESTIMATED DIFFICULTIES
    THE CANDLES BURNING BRIGHT
    WITH UNBEARABLE SENSITIVITY
    SEXUAL INSTINCT BLINDED
    LESSON ONE

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  115. multiplemichael

    SHE WAS COVERED WITH DIRT AND STILL MOVING HER LIPS
    AT ONE TIME HAD SHE BEEN A SHARK ?
    I GET NERVOUS WHEN PEOPLE TAKE FISH OUT OF THEIR LIQUID WORLD
    PEOPLE CUT THEIR HEARTS OUT AND THEY STILL BEAT ON THE GROUND
    POSSIBLE SOFT SPOTS ON THEIR HEADS ?
    FORGOTTEN WORDS PERMIT HORROR TO PUT ON DAINTINESS
    A WILD WICKED DESIRE TO CONSUME FORBIDDEN FLESH
    BURGLARS IN THE MEAT MARKET
    THIEVES AND CUT-PURSES MISERABLE
    CONSTANTLY EXAGGERATING THEIR SEX STICKS
    THEIR RODS OF FEAR LAMENTATION PAIN
    JEALOUS FAITHLESS TORTURED BY THEIR OWN PLEASURE

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  116. multiplemichael

    MY SCHOOLBUS DRIVER HAD A SOFT SPOT ON HIS HEAD
    HE GOT IT IN KOREA FIGHTING MEN FROM CHINA
    THE VA PUT A METAL CAP OVER IT
    LOTS OF LOCAL MEN HAD THEM
    SOMETIMES WHEN A NEW DEVICE CAME ON THE MARKET
    THE VA WOULD REPLACE THE CAP
    PEOPLE WITH SOFT SPOTS HAVE THE ABILITY TO LOOK DEEP
    WITHIN THEMSELVES
    THEY DON’T NEED A MIRROR TO SEE BACK THERE
    PERCEPTIVE INVESTIGATORS OF THE OCCULT
    BLOODY CLAWS TRAIPSED OVER CHRISTIAN CLOTH
    EXCITED ABOUT CURTAINS STOLEN FOR SOUP
    CRACKER CRUMBS LODGED IN THE CURTAINS
    EARTH TONE COTTON CURTAINS INTIMATE FLAVOR
    FLIRTATIOUS SOUP WITH VITAMIN C
    THE ENVY OF CITRUS FRUIT

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    • eatmorewords

      the soft spots evolve into Otis men the Otis men where once soft tops
      it started with Korean chemicals
      Korean chemicals started it

      back then

      a design flaw in a new metal cap meant you could stare into yourself and see yourself staring into yourself while staring into yourself – people became transfixed like voodoo zombies – looking at themselves
      into themselves
      seeing throbbing organs – inside – looking at the back of their own eyes – people claimed they could see thoughts developing

      the definition of self wasn’t fixed

      the schoolbus driver had an episode – temporal – the papers described it as “out of character”
      – his finger blistered up from friction of skin against the trigger – he smelt of cordite and soup –

      the bodies were just that
      bodies

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      • multiplemichael

        MONKEY MAIDS RAKING THE CINDERS OF SOULS BURNED
        KOREAN CHEMICALS AND NOXIOUS GASES AND AWAKENED PRONGS
        DEEP INTERCOURSE IN THE COALS JOYOUS INTERCOURSE
        AN INSTANTANEOUS AND CONSUMING PASSION
        NO LONGER A COLD FIRESIDE AND ALIENATED GROIN
        (ORIGINAL PURPOSE) LONG ENOUGH TO INSERT
        ENSNARED BY THE CHOICEST TIGHT CAVERN
        ONLY THEN DOES THE FEAR OF GOD FADE
        ONLY THEN DOES THE FEAR OF GOD FADE
        ONLY THEN DOES THE FEAR OF GOD FADE

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  117. multiplemichael

    PEOPLE COME TO FLORIDA AND SWIM IN TOXIC WATER
    THE WATER NEAR SHORE IS NOT OCEAN WATER
    IT IS RUN-OFF
    CANAL SOUP
    POOP AND TOILET PAPER
    WORSE
    SOMETIMES FACES WASH UP ON SHORE
    HAIR BUT NO EYES
    NO ONE EVER CLAIMS THEM
    TAX MONEY IS WASTED BURYING THEM
    SOME PEOPLE WANT TO FEED THEM TO PELICANS
    BUT PELICANS HAVE TO WATCH WHAT THEY EAT
    THEY ARE VERY LIMITED COMPARED TO SEAGULLS
    WHO EAT BABY DIAPERS IN THE PARKING LOT
    IDEALISTS FAINT THE FIRST TIME THEY SEE SUCH A SIGHT

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    • eatmorewords

      seagulls eating baby poop
      you can’t recycle diapers – THEY’RE KILLING THE WORLD – let the young shit where they want – YOU CAN SAVE THE WORLD
      ONE SHIT
      AT A TIME

      here we have pigeons who swoop down and steal cigarettes from the mouths of the living
      – cancerous birds over head – coughing little lungs spluttering

      a generation of pigeons have grown up addicted to cigarettes and due to lack of hands or any means of earning money they have formed vicious gangs terrorising the smoking man somedays the sky is black

      once this menace has been eradicated then we can focus on what to do with the featureless faces that keep washing up on shore

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      • multiplemichael

        PEOPLE DON’T TALK OF THE SKY RINGS
        DIVINE MACHINERY IS ALL AROUND US
        LADDERS OF EVOLUTION
        WHERE I GREW UP……
        WOMEN WOULD WRITE NAMES ON PIECES OF PAPER
        AND CLIP THEM ON CLOTHES-LINES IN THE SUMMER BREEZE
        EACH PAPER HAD ITS OWN VOICE…..TOGETHER A CHORUS
        MAGIK HAD NO CONTROL OVER THE EXTERNAL WORLD
        MAGIK HAD COMPLETE CONTROL OVER THE INTERNAL
        THE SOUL WAS KALEIDOSCOPIC AND PRIVATE

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      • eatmorewords

        people don’t talk about sky rings or divinity or their favourite fruit – swallow the pips and wait for the fruit tree to grow inside – I have a meat tree at the end of my garden – steaks blossom at the end of its branches – I water it with wine –
        it’s not MAGIK internal like liver
        external like her skin – when the wind blows I hear the notes
        even over here –
        in this town lonely house wife’s pass the time in ways that would make their mothers blush

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  118. multiplemichael

    RAYS OF GLOOM SENT FORTH FROM A DARK SUN
    PEOPLED BY TINY SWIMMERS IN ECSTATIC FLUID
    SEXUAL ORGAN TRAFFIC UNREADABLE ERUPTIONS
    FRENZIED ONSET IN THE TANGLED BOUGHS
    SENSITIVE INSTRUMENTS SCIENTIFIC VIBRATIONS
    INTELLIGENCE SWITCHED ON BACKDOOR CLINCHING
    PREPARATORY LINES IN COMMENTS
    READERS SEARCH FOR CURRENCY VALUES
    GIDDY PRICK TINGLE WHITE DEVILS CONSUMMATED
    THE SHUDDER OF THE DELIGHTED SPIRIT

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      • multiplemichael

        DIFFERENT LEVELS OF EXPERIENCE
        ALWAYS A GREATER STRETCH OF IMAGINATION
        TEST TUBE ESTHETIC SYNTHESIS
        YOU CANNOT BE INNOCENT AND KNOW THE HAIR INFORMATION
        HOWARD STERN IS STILL AVENGING NATURE’S BROKEN LAW
        LISTENING TO RADIO IS BETTER PUNISHMENT THAN CHRISTIAN HELL
        SLASH AND JOEY RAMONE ARE SMALL-TIME ANTS
        THE LIGHTEST LEAF DOES NOT QUIVER AT THE MENTION OF THEIR NAMES

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  119. multiplemichael

    IT WAS EASY TO KNOW WHICH ROOM BELONGED TO EMILY WHICH ROOM BELONGED
    SHE HAD TO EMPTY THE PEE BUCKET OFTEN EMPTY THE PEE BUCKET OFTEN
    BEING WEAK SHE JUST LET THE FLUID RUN DOWN THE SIDE OF THE HOUSE
    A GIANT YELLOW STAIN POINTED TO HER ROOM ORANGE LATER IN LIFE
    DREADFUL SQUATS WARMTH AND MOTION SUFFOCATING INSECTS
    A DILIGENT DRIBBLER EMILY DICKINSON QUEEN OF THE PASSING BREEZE

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  120. multiplemichael

    IN THE BEGINNING IT WAS MORE DIFFICULT TO KNOW WHICH ROOM
    NATURE IMPOSED ON POOR EMILY WITH A HIGH PEE FACTOR
    IT WAS THOSE DAMN KIDNEYS SHE INHERITED BEYOND PHYSICS AND ASTRONOMY
    PHYSICAL LANDMARKS SHE WOULD PRESS ON EITHER SIDE
    AS IF HER HANDS CLUTCHING WERE PASSWORDS
    BLOOD-STAINED URINE WAS THE FUTURE REVEALED
    HER BODY WAS CORRUPT……SHE WAS TO BECOME VICIOUS AND MISERABLE
    AN OVER-SENSITIVE POET WITH NO REFUGE …EVERYTHING WAS HER UNDOING
    WORDS WERE BROKEN GLASS THAT SHE COUGHED UP IN ROMANTIC IRONY
    THERE WERE LARGER COSMIC OPERATIONS………..MUCH LARGER
    EMILY WAS NOT CONFINED TO THE SURFACE OF THE PLANET
    FROM HER WINDOW (she called it her windoe) SHE WOULD FOLLOW THE CLOUDS
    SHE VISITED THE SECRET CAVES OF THE EARTH WITHOUT APPREHENSION
    SOMETIMES SHE WOULD CIRCLE THE ORBITS OF PLANETS WITH A CAPE AND GLOVES
    SHE COULD BELCH ELECTRICITY AND EASILY PRODUCE OTHER FORMS OF CRUDENESS
    SADLY, LIFE WAS TO BE ONE OF SERVITUDE…..HER GOD WAS ONE OF SHAME

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    • multiplemichael

      THE ZAPPA CHURCH OF ZERO DUMPED A TRUCKLOAD OF PURITANISM
      ON THE YARD OF EMILY DICKINSON ( YES, EMILY OF THE FAMOUS SHROUD )
      THEY SAY THAT THE MASS IS FULL OF LATENT TENDENCIES
      LOCAL CHILDREN HAVE BEEN HAVING A BLAST
      PLAYING IN IT
      SEVERAL OF THE OLDER BOYS HAVE BEEN SQUEEZING
      DROPS OF POETIC ESSENCE
      POEMS THAT NO DUCT TAPE CAN MEND
      A KIND OF FEELING DIFFUSED IN THE AIR AROUND THEM
      LANGUAGE IS FRUIT RIPE AND WET
      YOUTH WITH ITS CONTORTIONS

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  121. multiplemichael

    HIS WIFE THE BLUDGEONING QUEEN WAS NEVER HAPPY WITH HIS POETRY
    SHE KILLED THE KITTENS SHE KILLED THE CAT NEXT DOOR
    SHE WAS A CAT KILLER DIRT AND NOISE UNRIVALED OBSCENITY
    NEW ORDER CAME FROM THE FLOW OF BLOOD
    OUT OF CHAOTIC VIOLENCE SHADOWS FROM THE HIGHBEAMS
    YOUR FRIENDS SAY THAT POETRY IS HARMLESS FOLLY
    YOUTHFULLY SENTIMENTAL SELF-INDULGENT
    POETRY THE RICHEST GIFT…….. YET
    RESTRAINT INTOLERABLE
    YOUR WORDS DEHUMANIZED HER TRANSFORMING HER INTO AN OBJECT
    YOUR WORDS WERE COMMODITIES WHICH CAME AT A GREAT EXPENSE
    YOUR WISH-FULFILLMENTS WERE AUTHENTIC NIGHTMARES
    EVERYWHERE UNDERTONES OF PESSIMISM
    NEGATIVE RAPACITY FEEDS THE HUNGRY WORMS
    GRAVE WORMS FROM SEXUAL CONSUMMATION

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    • eatmorewords

      no one says the poems made then do it – no one blames the words for school rampages or lonely murders in backwaters

      death under quivering leaves
      the sound of wind scared them when they were in the open –

      – she didn’t like his poetry because she couldn’t read words

      – it was all one big bloody mess to her – just scribbles – she hid facts under blankets of guilt

      stored her fear in the freezer

      blamed his poetry when she killed his cat –

      the ancient globe in the corner spun – the word was dizzy and off kilter –
      it’s the same all over –

      she washes her self with the shower head tilted at the right angle –

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  122. multiplemichael

    …………………………………THE SHOWER HEAD…………………………………………
    YOU THOUGHT IT A BAD IDEA BUT SHE BOUGHT THE EVIL EYE MODEL
    THE PHALLIC LIKE SHOWER HEAD OF ALL SHOWER HEADS
    BETWEEN VISION AND TONGUE YOU KNEW IT WAS GOING TO BE A ROUGH RIDE
    YOUR INNER THESAURUS WAS SCREAMING I COULD HEAR IT IN FLORIDA
    BACKWARD THROUGH HISTORY BACKWARD THROUGH COLON
    THE PARALYZING GAZE OF THE LEGLESS ONE
    THE CRUEL FATHER OF BIOLOGY
    WE WERE TO SACRIFICE OURSELVES TO THE SHOWERHEAD
    NUDE THEATER FIRST…RITUAL EXHIBITIONISM
    SUPERHEATED PSYCHE WANTING ITS HERMAPHRODITIC HAND
    TRYING TO PULL OUT THE EVIL OF FATHER AFTER FATHER

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  123. multiplemichael

    WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE MANHANDLED BY SKINNY CANNIBALS ?
    EROTICISM THROUGH AGGRESSION………..FREUD IS KNOCKING AT THE DOOR.
    A SMALL TOWN CHRISTMAS PARADE………..YOUR RELATIVES ARE RIDING GOATS.
    ALL YOU CAN THINK…………WERE THEY BIG GOATS ?
    RELATIVES AND GOATS IN A PROCESSION OF VICES.
    CHILDHOOD RESCUERS AND ADMIRERS WAVING IN YOUR DIRECTION.
    SOMEONE IS HOLDING UP A CARD THAT SAYS YOU ARE WATCHING.
    IT POINTS IN THE DIRECTION YOU ARE SITTING.
    HELLO REALITY !!!

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  124. multiplemichael

    NOW THAT I THINK OF IT…………I THINK THE GOATS WERE ROBOTS
    MANUFACTURED IN KENTUCKY BY FEMALE IMPERSONATORS
    WHAT AN EVOLUTIONARY GOAL (?)
    DUALITY RULES
    CHEMICAL AND SURGICAL MANIPULATION
    JOAN WITH HER RADICALLY RESCULPTED FACE TIMES TEN
    THE GOATS HAD A COCONUT SMELL
    THEY ALSO HAD A SLOW SOUTHERN VOICE

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    • eatmorewords

      a three day hiatus away from the words – days spent trying to deny thoughts breathing space – picking at the petals –
      pins in voodoo dolls –
      the bare bones exposed by jackals and there sharp beaks

      this feeling, heavy, unscheduled
      weighs more than a hundred Yokos

      she told you this would happen – Jagger and his brittle bones weakened by his constant time travelling –

      the Kentucky goat factory is under investigation – Leviathan Corps have instructed their legal team –

      when Joan’s face droops, excess skin is removed and grafted onto the body of burn victims –
      it’s her way of sharing

      the hands of the father removed

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      • multiplemichael

        THE HANDS OF THE FATHER REMOVED
        REVERSE THE RIGIDITY OF THE TORAH
        LIKE SMOOTH BUTTER ON HOT TOAST
        JOHNNY BOY ARE YOU JERKING WITH YOUR SELF-MAP ?
        REALITY IS AN UNAVOIDABLE CONSEQUENCE
        PEOPLE SAY THE SELF-MAP IS A BOOTLEG
        DOES IT HAVE A WARNING ?
        each ring is an inferior copy of the one in in GOD’S control

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      • multiplemichael

        IF YOU WISH TO CREATE A MISUNDERSTANDING
        THEN STATE, “THE HANDS OF THE FATHER REMOVED”
        KENTUCKY MAY BE THE SOURCE OF ALL NEW POETRY
        POETS LIKE TO GO OUT AT NIGHT WITH FLASHLIGHTS
        EVERYTHING IS NEW AND EXCITING

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  125. multiplemichael

    ONE GOAT WAS PREACHING PROMISCUITY
    ANOTHER STRONG-ARM VIRGINITY
    (THISTLES ARE GUILT-SYMBOLS)
    ANY EXPERIMENTS WITH THE GOATS
    IS A PERVERSION
    “FORBIDDEN MIXTURES”
    POSSIBLY TOO BLUNT
    ADAM BROKE THE SEAL
    EVE SQUEEZED US OUT ONE AT A TIME

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  126. multiplemichael

    I PULLED OFF THE TURNPIKE AT THE DESPERATE READING SIGN
    THE UNPAYABLE DEBT WAS ON MY MIND…THE BURNING LAKE
    SELF-CASTRATION WAS NUMBER ONE IN THE DEPOPULATING THE WORLD TOUR
    MICK JAGGER SINGING ABOUT THE GUILT IN PLEASURE
    HIS SCROTUM JUST AN EMPTY POCKET
    TIME WAS NOT ON HIS SIDE
    HIS CONSUMER-LIFESTYLE ABOUT OVER
    HE COULD DIE WITHIN HIS MEANS

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  127. multiplemichael

    MICK JAGGER SCISSORED BETWEEN STRONG LEGS
    ALL THOSE KISSES WITHOUT FRUIT
    STERILE DISCHARGES GRAY
    FOUL SMELLING LIKE A TOM-CAT
    HE TELLS OTHERS THAT SATAN
    GETS HIS HAIR CUT ON EARTH
    IT IS OFTEN SAID
    “HE NEVER FINISHES A SENTENCE”
    IN THIS HOUSE
    THE DEATHBED IS THE ONLY BED
    CONSUMMATION BY SUFFOCATION
    MUCH NONSENSE GOES THROUGH
    THE WEATHERED EYE OF THE SERPENT
    HOME FROM STINKHOLES AND ROSES

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    • multiplemichael

      ELABORATE EMBROIDERY AROUND THE STINKHOLE
      LAYERED WITH ANXIOUS AFTERTHOUGHT
      APES CALL IT SLEEPING AND WAKING
      PEOPLE CALL IT ANOTHER DAY
      ALL I COULD THINK WAS THERE WAS SOMETHING BROWN
      IT WASN’T PEANUT BUTTER
      IT CAME FROM THE DARK CIRCLE
      BLEACH AND MEDICATION
      JOAN SAID, “I CAN’T LIVE UP TO RULE ONE
      AND YOU’VE ALL READY SEEN NUMBER TWO”

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      • eatmorewords

        the colour changed
        depending on the light and the angle it was viewed from – a peanut butter smear – a colony of Dali ants crawl sugary sweet – a barricade at the factory gates – bullhorns and jackhammer screams –
        I have a vague recollection of the beginning times – she was there –

        the primordial alphabetty soup – the backwash of time

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      • multiplemichael

        IN THE BEGINNING TIMES (before the flood or after the flood ?)
        THOSE DAMN DALI ANTS
        THEY ARE ROOTED IN RELIGIOUS SEX
        ONE CANNOT HAVE RELIGIOUS SEX WITHOUT HORDES OF DALI ANTS
        THEY NOT ONLY SUCK UP THE EXCESS LIQUIDS/FLUIDS
        THEIR BITES SUPPLY THE NECESSARY STIMULUS
        THE CRIES, SHOUTS, WEEPINGS
        AND FINALLY THE LEAPINGS

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  128. multiplemichael

    NO NEED TO ECONOMIZE, SUNSHINE
    ONE MUST KEEP THE FLOW GOING
    WITHOUT BREAKING OFF FOR TEA
    OR GRANDIOSE
    TIGHTENING UP
    CONSIDERABLE TIGHTENING UP
    SWIFT POUNDING
    YOUTHFUL PASSSSION
    joan rivers jettisons all the foreboding moments of her life
    millions of fish go belly up
    terrible anguish washed up on shore
    no dishwashing detergent was going to rescue the local birds
    why joan ?
    WORDS REFLECT THE CONDITION OF OUR SOULS
    I WAKE UP TO EMPTINESS
    A VERY CRUEL THING TO SAY

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    • eatmorewords

      the mission statement allows no cut backs – the call to go slow will be rejected – we will only economise in our choice of words – our imagination will not be reined in – but I MUST stop for tea – it’s the English way – engrained – when I go
      bury me in a teapot

      don’t let me wash up on shore – bloated belly –
      belly up
      bloated eyes

      the terms and conditions of our soul can change – past performance is no guarantee of future performance – tick the box to stop receiving these messages
      – T&Cs apply

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      • multiplemichael

        DOES IT BOTHER YOU THAT READERS ASK FOR AN O. HENRY ENDING
        TO YOUR WORK ?
        WORDPRESS PEOPLE SAY THINGS IN THE WORST OF TASTE
        WORDPRESS IS FULL OF HIGHLY-WROUGHT ARTEFACTS !!!
        WHAT MODERN POET DOESN’T LIKE TO SNIFF BICYCLE SEATS ?

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      • eatmorewords

        WordPress was playing games
        denying my existence
        refusing entrance
        the gatekeeper said NO

        yoko was in my dreams
        I could see through billet wounds

        sitting in a car watching waves

        the comfort of warm piss in cold water

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      • multiplemichael

        IN THE MOVIES SOMEONE WILL KILL A LARGE ANIMAL
        CUT IT OPEN AND CRAWL INSIDE TO SURVIVE
        SEEMS TO ME THAT AFTER 20 MINUTES
        YOU WOULD REALIZE THAT YOU HAD MADE A MISTAKE
        YOKO HAS BEEN AVOIDING ME
        PROBABLY THE JULIAN POSTS
        TO PEE IN COLD WATER ?
        IS THAT CODE ?
        THE CAUSAL VIEW OF WHIZZING IN THE POOL
        FEELS GOOD TAKING A LEAK NEXT TO SOMEONE
        YOU WOULD NEVER TAKE A LEAK NEXT TO
        THE HOSE FILLS GOOD FLOATING IN WATER
        TO SHOOT FLUID OUT INTO A FLUID WORLD
        WHAT DOES THAT REMIND YOU OF ?
        A HOT PEE IN COLD WATER
        COUNT ME IN

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      • eatmorewords

        some dreamt about cutting open Yoko and hiding in her – but the lack of fat offered scant salvation – her ribs imprisoned the dreamer – her skin drum tight taught so thin you could see inside – inside Yoko there is no hiding place –

        She ignores all and is seeking legal advice from KKs legal team – she has a new haircut – it’s dangerous – all sharp angles – a silhouetted mountain range

        she is 63% hair and air

        Julian creeps like a stalking butler

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      • multiplemichael

        ————————SEXUAL FESTIVITIES—————————–
        KICK-BOXING AFTER THE FIRST 8 MONTHS
        SLAPSTICK CLEVER WOMEN
        CATALOGUED MATING HABITS
        NOW SATISFACTORILY REMOVED FROM PRACTICE

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      • eatmorewords

        Yokos was avant garde and made noises – Sean was embarrassed and always walked four foot behind her – it made growling noises – a muffled dog bark – a stifled yelp – a lupine howl –

        Yoko made casts and moulds and displayed them on plinths –
        they were audible

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      • multiplemichael

        POOR YOKO, HER REMAINS THROWN IN THE GRAVE
        A SIMULACRUM OF A HUMAN BEING
        A BAG OF ATOMS
        HER TEXT WAS WRITTEN BUT NEVER READ
        WAS SHE A STAR………..OR JUST FILTHY RICH ???
        homeless people turned their backs on her
        she was full of decay
        she was moving towards ruin
        singing songs to people
        as if they were deaf
        she was “RAW”
        I found humor in her museum performance
        she was a 3 pound bag of internal fur on stilts
        she screamed like an 80 yr old baby
        people took photographs
        people captured it on their HD smartphones
        it was “NOW”
        all I could think………..where is the Beatle King ?

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      • eatmorewords

        her singing voice shock tremor needles on weather stations east of the Urals- the ants scurried –
        animals picked up the smallest nuances of the atmospheric changes –
        cold poets turned in long dug graves

        she could smash a crystal glass five fathoms away

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  129. multiplemichael

    DUSTY NOSTRILS SON
    SNORTING METH AND OTHER PHENOMENA
    AFTER YOU’VE SHOT YOURSELF IN THE HEAD WHY NOT TRY MULTIPLICITY
    DON’T SETTLE FOR THE SINGLE VIEWPOINT
    SOMETHING THRILLING AND EXCITING
    THE FACT THAT IT WILL BE SOON FINISHED
    MAKES IT MORE DELIGHTFUL AND WORTH HAVING
    NEVER QUESTION THE ULTIMATE COST OF HAPPINESS

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  130. multiplemichael

    poetry about the motion of a muscle
    pricking male buds
    in secret mental caverns
    physicist and chemist friendly
    color photos of black bulls in the night
    church ladies knee-deep in sensitive waters
    THE CURIE VORTEX CAN BE PUNISHING
    magnetic properties may damage the curtains
    Marie Curie standing on a shoebox of atomic affinities
    waving to Mr. P in the sky… long dead but not gone

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  131. multiplemichael

    IN THE OLD DAYS YOU CURSED IN YIDDISH
    EVIL NIHILISTIC VIOLATIONS OF LIFE
    NOW YOU JUST BURN IN SILENCE
    I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THE UNTHINKABLE ONE
    I WAS THE FIRST TO TAKE A PHOTOGRAPH OF HER
    ( HER BEING SHE)

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  132. multiplemichael

    the mystery of the double-door birth
    UFO infections of the mother
    give haste to male birth
    our savage neo-child
    loitering in the flesh
    never male or female
    always the outside sex
    the wet water closet
    one cannot escape primeval liquid
    the world of gravitational fluid
    Emily never wrote poetry about uterine jellies
    or strawberry menstrual albumen
    she did tell Thomas Wentworth Higginson
    that he could enter the moss covered door

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  133. multiplemichael

    WE TALK ABOUT IDEAS AND FEELINGS
    YET WE FAIL TO CARVE THEM IN STONE
    OUR LITTLE WORDS WILL BLOW AWAY
    THE PROCESS OF LIFE WILL BE IN RETREAT
    MOTHERS WILL THROW THEIR SMALL CHILDREN FROM TREES
    “GO EASY WITH ME, GOD……..I AM A HAIRLESS APE”

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  134. multiplemichael

    A SATIRE ON CONVENTIONAL MELODRAMA
    AN ACT WITHOUT A REVERSE
    CULTURED IDLERS STAND AND STARE
    INSTEAD OF SYMPATHY FOR THE VICTIMS
    THEY APPLAUD THE FLYING CRYBABIES
    FULL-LENGTH LIFE WITH GREAT DIFFICULTY
    CUT SHORT IN A SINGLE PERFORMANCE
    SUFFERINGS SO EASILY PASSED TO JOY
    THANK GOD FOR MODERN TIMES

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  135. multiplemichael

    I SAW THE SISTERS OF SHE IN THE COURTYARD
    THEY WERE PILING GARBAGE ON TOP OF GARBAGE
    SHE WOULD COMPRESS IT AND IT WOULD BECOME SOMETHING NEW
    SORT OF A RESURRECTION LIKE READING THE OLD TESTAMENT BACKWARDS
    THE RETURN OF THE RIGHTFUL KING/THE SEPARATION OF THE DEMONS
    SHEEP-PEOPLE ON ONE SIDE……….GOAT-PEOPLE ON THE OTHER
    ANY SATANIC PANIC WILL BE TOSSED UNTO THE FLAMES

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  136. multiplemichael

    LITTLE LORD JOHNNY SAYS THAT HE WILL PARTLY PARTAKE
    PARTLY PARTAKE OF WHAT HE IS
    PARTLY PARTAKE OF THE SOMETHING NEW
    WHEN HE LOOKS AT THE SUN
    HE SEES THE RINGS OF CIRCLES
    ALIENATED FROM EARTH
    HIS CIGARETTES HIS KAFKA COUGH
    IT DOESN’T TAKE FREUD TO TELL YOU MANY THINGS
    THE SISTERS OF SHE ARE DEFORMED
    THERE JUST WASN’T TIME TO MAKE THEM PERFECT
    UTTERING THE WORD OF GOD IS TAXING
    THE CONCENTRIC CIRCLES IN THE SKY
    HIGH ABOVE DEFORMED BEAUTY
    TINY ARMS LIKE A T-REX

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  137. multiplemichael

    AS A CHILD I COULD NEVER STOP MY INQUIRING MIND
    THERE WAS ALWAYS A VERY LARGE BUILDING WITH HUNDREDS OF WINDOWS
    ATLEAST TWO EYES WERE IN EVERY WINDOW LOOKING AT ME
    I FELT AS IF THE EYES WOULD CONSUME ME
    THERE WERE TOO MANY OF THEM
    TOO LITTLE OF ME
    AS PSYCHOSIS SETS IN….. THE MIND FRANTICALLY SEEKS TO FIND A SOLUTION
    I WOULD TELL MYSELF THAT MY REALITY WAS SELF-MADE
    I HAD NOTHING TO FEAR

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    • eatmorewords

      as a child I spoke to inanimate objects when I saw the faces in the clouds
      I saw faces everywhere
      the windows rattled in frames like loose teeth in a hurricane
      I moved somnambulist slow
      trance
      the ecstasy of a thousand words
      words untold
      libraries endless corridors
      cocooned the smell

      I disappeared with her into the forest

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  138. multiplemichael

    TO BREAK INTO A SOCIAL CIRCLE THAT WOULD PREFER TO EXCLUDE YOU
    TO DISAPPEAR INTO THE FOREST WITH HER, NUDE EXCEPT FOR INVERTED COMMAS
    AN APE WITH AN ENGLISH SPEAKING TONGUE
    BY THE SCRUFF OF YOUR NECK, LADY APE GOT HOLD OF YOU
    JUST REMEMBER WHAT I TOLD YOU ABOUT SODOMY

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  139. multiplemichael

    A SCRAMBLED MESSAGE FROM JOHN BOY
    IN HIS WAKEFULNESS
    UNFINISHED AND ROUGH
    ALL GEOGRAPHY INSIDE NOT OUTSIDE
    COUSINS BUILDING BUILDINGS INSIDE BUILDINGS
    A HOBO NIGHTMARE
    SORT-OF-AN AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL EARTHQUAKE
    DUCKQUACKS EARTHQUAKES SHAKE BABY SHAKE
    YOU DON’T HAVE TO GO ANYWHERE
    YOU’RE ALL READY THERE
    THE INNER SELF
    LITURGIES OF MISUNDERSTANDING
    MIRRORED BREATHLESS COMPROMISED
    A SCRAMBLED MESSAGE FROM JOHN
    A PART-PROCESS IS RELATED TO A WHOLE PROCESS
    THE SPIRAL TUBE OF EMILY PHOTOGRAPHED
    ALL SHINY ON WORDPRESS
    HONEY BOY, THAT WAS NOT A FALLOPIAN TUBE
    NOT AN ORIGINAL HOLY FALLOPIAN TUBE
    what we see in spirit…….can we express in words ?
    POET AND SPIRITUAL VISIONARY
    ASCENSION GOES ON 24/7
    EVERYTHING RETURNS TO GOD
    MY SOUL EXPANDS WHEN I THINK ABOUT IT

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    • eatmorewords

      johnny boys conduits were frazzled ( too much not enough )
      blue wire red wire green wire blue wire fired burnt sends garbled messages through filters
      on occasions it doesn’t compute rough translations have sharp edges and lead hikers off the beaten path – this is all autobiographical – message clogged in tubes veins Fallopian – flush it out
      clear blockage

      Johnny boy

      the small changes in geography the flap of a wing the removal of the soul hung in the wardrobe for the dinner party tomorrow

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  140. multiplemichael

    THE SMALL CHANGES IN GEOGRAPHY
    TREACHERY AND MURDER
    VILE DOINGS
    POETS CEASE TO BE HUMAN
    THEY DESTROY MANY DELIGHTFUL THINGS
    COMPETING FOR YOKO
    THREE POUND EXPRESSIONS
    THE HEARTLESS SCAB
    FROM AN AMBIGUOUS CARPET BURN
    NOT WISE TO GO AT IT LIKE RABID RABBITS
    ON CARPET………SEXUAL CARPET BURN
    CAREFUL OF DESIRES
    THEY BREAK INTO YOUR LIFE
    AND DEFEAT YOU
    CAREFUL OF ADULT DIAPERS
    THEY LEAK AT THE WRONG MOMENTS
    WHAT WAS WARM TURNS COLD AND ABSTRACT
    ELEVATED POETRY……..EMBRYONIC LOVERS

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  141. multiplemichael

    JOHNNY BOY THE CONTEMPORARY MAN
    PROGRESSIVE CIRCLES FORMULATED
    CLOSER AND CLOSER TO THE SPHERES
    ENEMY OF DISENCHANTMENT AND SKEPTICISM
    ENEMY OF THE FOLKWAYS OF THE PAST
    NURSERY RHYMES ARE OUT THE WINDOW
    HOWLING BABIES AND BROKEN RUBBERBANDS
    EMBARRASSING STORIES ABOUT BROWN THUMBS
    NO JOKING MATTER……..IT WASN’T PEANUT BUTTER
    EXCLAMATIONS PARALLELISMS OXYMORONS
    CHARACTER PORTRAYAL AND LOFTY YOKO
    EVOCATIVE YOKO LOVE BANDIT OF THE KING

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    • eatmorewords

      impostors are stealing words from the factory –
      smuggling them out under itchy robes – lack of ventilation leads to hallucinations – (the authorities have been informed – the inspectors will inspect) –
      they said they saw her in the clouds –
      syringe theory drip down effect –

      astronauts using their helmets as space bongs – aliens viewed through smoke filters – premonitions of Emily

      preoccupation with the number and the meat – the contemporary polymath – the human building requires no planning permission

      her last postcards said TRITE

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  142. multiplemichael

    THE MOST DEBILITATING ERROR OF THEM ALL
    ANY NUMBER GIVEN TO MEAT
    DEVILS AND HUMAN DEVILS GO BY 666 AND 777
    BUT MEAT SHOULD NEVER GO BY ANY NUMBER
    IF YOU EVER SEE A NUMBER ATTACHED TO MEAT
    YOU SHOULD CALL THE COY MISTRESS
    SHE IS LICENSED TO SPECULATE ABOUT MEAT NUMBERS
    DEMONS FEED FEROCIOUSLY ON ERRORS
    SPEAKING OF MEAT AND NUMBERS
    I SAW A BLACK MARKET PRICE LIST ON EXOTIC MEATS
    WILD PANDA WAS THE MOST EXPENSIVE
    DOMESTIC PANDA WAS MORE REASONABLE
    HOW WOULD YOU KNOW THE DIFFERENCE ?
    …………………………………………………………………….
    THEFT FROM THE FACTORY
    VIOLATE PATTERNS FOR THE GOOD LIFE
    ONE SHOULD AT LEAST TRY TO DETERMINE
    HOW THE EMPLOYEES HAVE GONE WRONG
    IMPOSTORS ARE STEALING WORDS ?
    I HAVE SEEN THOSE VERY WORDS ON WORDPRESS
    POETS STAND NAKED WITHOUT SHAME
    ANYTHING TO GET THAT LITTLE EXTRA GLOSS
    TO SHINE MORE THAN THE NEXT GUY OR GAL

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    • eatmorewords

      domestic pandas wear trousers – that’s what sets them apart from wild pandas – but charlatans and snakeskin salesman could put trousers on wild pandas – it’s a minefield where one must tread softly – research on the subject is at best unreliable and at worst propaganda – numbered meat placated the untrained carnivore but when I saw meat with numbers was at an auction –
      always sold to the highest bidder – hoarded meat by WordPress hierarchy

      The passwords are vague

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      • multiplemichael

        THE PASSWORDS ARE YOUR PREJUDICES AND BLIND SPOTS
        YOU LIVE SO NORTH OF LONDON
        THAT I’M SURPRISED YOU SPELL
        VAGUE WITH A ‘V’
        the word…organ-grinder…has nothing to do with street musicians
        POEMS BY A GRAVE-DIGGER WITH GOAT-LIKE BUTTOCKS
        HIS EMPLOYMENT IS IN HIS PANTS
        ……stream-of-consciousness……………………….
        AT HAND……IN HAND………THOUGHT-PROCESSES VERBATIM
        VERY DIFFICULT TO DO
        EASIER TO PULL DOWN YOUR PANTS AND SHAKE YOUR BEHIND
        FREE ASSOCIATION…..INTERIOR/INTERNAL COMMON THOUGHT
        FULLY-CONSCIOUS IS THE ENEMY OF SPONTANEOUS
        THOUGHTS JUMP FROM ONE SUBJECT TO ANOTHER
        SHORT SENTENCES WITH THICK HEADS
        LONG LEAN SENTENCES
        ABBREVIATED FORESKIN
        DELIBERATE MANIPULATION
        COME TO TERMS WITH SPECIFIC EVENTS
        ANGELS IN THE ROOM….SURROUNDINGS
        OTHER HUMANS IMPINGE……OUCH !!!

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    • multiplemichael

      GETTING AND NOT GETTING WHAT ONE WANTS
      AS A KID AT CHRISTMAS
      THE RED FLASHLIGHT OF GUILT WAS POINTED AT YOUR TENSION
      GETTING AND NOT GETTING WHAT ONE WANTS
      WILD CRAZY ROMANCE
      AND THEN YOU WERE STANDING THERE IN A CROWN OF THORNS

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  143. multiplemichael

    THOSE AUCTIONS THAT YOU SPEAK OF
    “ACCIDENTAL” EVENTS THAT DO NOT CONFORM
    TO COMMON RULE OR THE RED HORN DEVIL LAW
    WHERE ONE CAN PURCHASE FRUIT FLIES
    OR TAMPONS FROM THE RENAISSANCE
    OFTEN FAILING TO PAY SALES TAX
    OR LEAVE AN ADDRESS OR NUMBER
    NOT THAT ANY OF THE ITEMS WERE STOLEN
    OR OBTAINED BY MURDER OR STRONG ARM
    NO ONE BOTHERS WITH TORMENTED EXPLICATION
    AS LONG AS THE EXOTIC MEAT HITS THE TABLE
    “JOHNNY BOY IS GONNA BRING HOME THE PANDA TONIGHT”
    I WOULD GUESS THE KODIAK WAS TOO GREASY

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  144. multiplemichael

    THE SYMMETRIES AND GEOMETRIC CONTOURS OF JOAN RIVERS
    EVERY PERSON WITH AN UNDAMAGED BRAIN CLAPS THEIR HANDS
    GOOD JOB, JOAN !!! THE MAKE-UP PERSON IS ALWAYS IN COMPLETE CONTROL
    SHE OFTEN NODS OUT AND LOOPS “HOUSTON, WE HAVE A CLEAN FACE-LIFT”
    IS IT THE RHYTHM RATHER THAN THE BEAT THAT HOLDS THE SECRET ?
    ( TENSION ACCOMPANIES ALL PSYCHICAL PROCESSES )
    most of the important things in life are only secondary effects of content
    all emotions and feelings are secondary effects

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  145. multiplemichael

    THERE IS NO COMFORT IN DENYING THE NEED FOR AFFECTION
    SHE WOULD SIT IN THE SHADOWS AND EXAMINE HERSELF
    THE MIRROR WOULD MAGNIFY THE WOUND
    OH LORD, WHAT HAD SHE LOST ?
    SOMETHING WAS MISSING
    AND IT MUST HAVE HURT LIKE HELL
    THE SMALL SAD ROSE WITH JUNGLE FUR
    IT HAD NO NAME ONLY MYSTERY AND SHAME

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  146. multiplemichael

    the possibility of things being better than they are observed to be
    painful limitations of personality….stepping on a nail in a board
    views from a stolen lens…ambiguous shapes in the shadows
    provocative pleasures in the break room…courteously performed
    not by a conch vagina but rather a healthy armpit vagina
    no need for corrections the doodle went in nicely
    explicit and overly explicit unexpressed love
    sacrificing heaven for the sake of playing roles
    IN NORMAL LIFE I STEPPED ON A NAIL IN A BOARD

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  147. multiplemichael

    the traditional remedy for madness
    THREE BIG MEN BEAT YOU UNTIL YOU PASS OUT
    they do it in the back out of sight of the television room
    THEY MOCK YOUR TENDENCY TO SEE YOURSELF AS THE WANG-NOODLE
    you have soft dreams about a Parisienne ….your first armpit vagina
    DRAMATIZATION COMPLETE WITH DIFFERENT VOICES
    you are living your autobiography

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  148. multiplemichael

    VARIATIONS ON A RECOGNIZABLE MOTEL
    INHABIT A ROOM THAT OFFERS NOTHING
    MORE SUBSTANTIAL THAN A BED AND A BATHROOM
    IN FLORIDA ONE WOULD SAY “JOHN”
    THE TOILET IS KNOWN AS A “JOHN”
    A PLACE OF INTELLECTUAL ACUTENESS
    WIT AND ANAL ALPHABETS
    DOWN-TO-EARTH FLOATING BROWN
    ……………………………………………………….FIXED IDEAS ARE BEING BROKEN DOWN
    REWRITING VARIATIONS ON STEPPING ON A NAIL LODGED IN A BOARD
    THE PAST IS REMEMBERED DIFFERENTLY EVERY 5 MINUTES
    WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO TRIGGER A RECALL, JOHNNY BOY ?
    YOU SEEM FLUENT IN JINGLES AND OVERLY EDUCATED
    YOU APPROPRIATE HISTORY
    NO NEED FOR APOLOGY
    WE INHABIT A CHALLENGING WORLD
    ELLIPTICAL………………………………………
    …………………………………….SHE…………………………………………………………….
    SHE LOVED TO BRING LOST HITCHHIKERS HOME
    THE BACKYARD IS FULL OF THEM
    OFTEN SHE WALKS BAREFOOT ON THEIR FINGERTIPS
    ………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
    ARE YOU COMMITTED TO HEAR HER OUT ?
    SHE IS SPEAKING TO YOU…….ARE YOU LISTENING ?
    THE PROPORTIONS OF YOUR GROIN
    DOES IT MAKE YOU SIR STRADIVARIUS ?
    A MIND SO FULL OF ARCHITECTURE
    CHARACTERISTIC HELLO KITTY PUSH PINS
    A STROKE OF YOUR BOW AND MISTER VIOLIN
    POINTS NORTH……….CALCULATED PETER NORTH
    PLAGUES OF QUESTIONS…POETIC GENIUS HOURGLASS
    SAND OVERFLOWED AND TIME LOST VALUE
    HARMLESS WORDS TO YOKO AND JOAN
    SHARP DARTS THROWN IN THE MUSEUM OF LOVE
    INDIVIDUALISM AND ARMPIT VAGINA JELLY
    A VAGINA PULLED TOO TAUT
    A WELL-DEFINED VAGINA PULLED TOO TIGHT
    I REMEMBER WANTING “FRESH AIR”
    POETS DOGGEDLY PURSUED BY THE SMELL

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  149. multiplemichael

    your birthday card had an image of Jove frowning
    you’ve been a bad boy, John
    Jove is frowning in heaven
    and you must face the severity of his judgment
    what will exorcize your demon of guilt ?
    Johnny Cash would call you an undisciplined young man

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  150. multiplemichael

    FORCEFULLY HUSBAND-LIKE …..UNSPIRITUAL PLEASURES
    WITH THAT TINY UNDERARM WRINKLE…THE FEMALE SLIT
    DID YOU NOTICE HOW WATERMELON RED INSIDE IT WAS ?
    THAT HAUNTINGLY FAMILIAR SMELL ?
    “ME THOUGHT YOU MUST CLEAVE AND NEVER ROAM”
    YOU WITH YOUR ROMANTIC WATERS AND HIGHLAND CHARM
    GOOD FOR STRANGE FITS OF PASSION
    AND GROW-WORM-GROW
    THE THICK HARD WOOD OF MR STRADIVARIUS
    SPONTANEOUS IN POINTING NORTH
    A TRUE PETER NORTH
    POSSIBLY DEFORMED
    NEVER IN FEAR OF ANY RIVAL
    YOKO SANG FOR 20 MINUTES ABOUT HER RAVISHMENT
    “IT WAS A LOVER’S HORN ALL SWOLLEN AND BLUE THAT RAVISHED MY BLOOM”

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    • eatmorewords

      you studied her under a microscope – looked at her through lenses – stuck her on a microfiche – she reacted differently based on temperature – hunger – external influences – the proximity to the meridian – sea monsters thrashed inside her eyes

      – like a siren calling she would guide you in cheery red all the way to the end

      she wouldn’t blush

      ever

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  151. multiplemichael

    COMMENT # 300 SHE: EATMOREWORDS
    …………………………………………………………….
    WORDS BECOME THE HELPMATE OF LATER YEARS
    THE BRIDGE TO CHILDHOOD ASSOCIATIONS
    LONG WASHED OUT AND GONE
    NO LONGER TRACES OF MATURATION
    LODGED IN OVERHANGING BRANCHES
    UNACCEPTABLE MEMORIES CENSORED
    TO PROTECT THE INNOCENT…THE PHANTOMS
    THE GERMS ARE EVERYWHERE
    SACRIFICES, SORROW, GUILT
    A GIANT INCESTUOUS SCAB
    TRIUMPHANT OVER CIRCUMSTANCE
    PRURIENT INTERESTS DISSOLVED
    EACH BLAST OF SATAN FLUNG BACK

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    • eatmorewords

      300
      300
      300
      words memories mingle converge from factory to the grave Joan Yoko KK Emily the crown of the Beatle King
      for ever up and down the Otis men have no fear of vertigo the Gideons single minded pursuit of seeing the inside of every hotel room in the world the scuffed carpet the empty fridge

      onlookers look on

      those unaware (there are some) are ignorant to the cutlery

      she was magnetic and broke all the compasses

      301

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      • multiplemichael

        OVER 300 IN THE HAREM
        OFTEN WORDS NOT ANALYZED
        POETIC PRATTLE ?
        COMING TO THE SURFACE
        ESSENTIAL INGREDIENTS
        PSYCHIC COMPLEXITY
        IMAGINATIVE DATA
        UNTROUBLED ISOLATION
        HISTORY IN HOTPANTS
        ADAM
        SUFFERING AND SKINNY
        LOVED ONES
        HE COULD NOT BEAR
        SUGGESTIVE YOKO
        SUGGESTIVE JOAN
        CLIMACTIC EMILY
        WHO WROTE,
        “the soul comes from an orifice down below”

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        she had a deep unreachable pocket
        suspicion would often surface
        gender suspicion
        fruitful human beings
        find themselves in bad marriages
        a live-in escort…a madcap momma
        the final arbiter of sex
        an alarm clock over Eros

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      • eatmorewords

        her plumage feathered and fine, she couldn’t hide from the survivalists and agents of another tongue,
        in the damp hotels she had been my one salvation – her wordless hole a save house for the recidivist – we ticked off symptoms
        we studied the changes in hues – through paper thin asbestos walls the anvil foundry clang of all typewriters searching for the right words – a room full of men in monkey suits thrashing away – trying to prove a point –

        running battles with the truth

        painstakingly taking measurements

        5,000 light years into tomorrow

        alarm clocks in vacuums

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      • multiplemichael

        WE PRINT TERRIBLE THINGS ABOUT YOKO
        BUT SHE IS THE WIZARD IN OUR WIZARD OF OZ
        NO MATTER HOW HARSH HER LIGHT…SHE IS OUR SOURCE
        IT IS HER THAT I WANT KNIFING THROUGH MY VENETIAN BLINDS
        I KNOW THAT SHE MANIPULATES ME AND SHE MANIPULATES YOU
        HELL MAN….SHE MANIPULATES EVERYONE !!!
        I LOVE THE DEPTH OF HER SENSITIVITY…HER NATURAL FEEL
        I AM CONSTANTLY AMAZED AT HOW SHE FILLS IN MY SHADOWS
        I LOVE LITTLE YOKO—HER AGE OR WEIGHT MEANS NOTHING
        THE MITES ARE A TAD BIT MUCH BUT SHE DOES BUY ME CIGARETTES

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  152. multiplemichael

    YOU SEEM A TAD BIT PALE…ONLY A GHOST OF YOUR FORMER SELF
    MOST OF YOUR WORDS ARE IN CARDBOARD BOXES ON THE STREET
    “INSEPARABLE”
    “UNRELENTING STORM”
    THE BRIGHT BEAUTY AND SATIN GONE
    MODERN MENTALITY IS THE NEW WAVE
    LOTTERY TICKET RELIGION
    YOU WITH YOUR ELEMENTS OF CHANCE
    INCAPABLE OF MEASUREMENT
    NOTHING CONFLICTING IN YOUR UNDIES
    PREOCCUPATION SEEMS NORMAL
    TOUCH THE FIRE-ENGINE PULL THE HOSE
    A HANDSOME FELLOW… A GROWER
    ………..WHY ARE YOUR WORDS IN CARDBOARD BOXES ?
    YOUR SIDEKICK HAS TURNED OUT TO BE A HUCKSTER
    HEREDITARY BITES LIKE A KENTUCKY DERBY GIRL
    FLOATING SWEETS YOUR FINGERS LIKE FLESH CARROTS
    I told you 2000 times to get an android
    CYBERNETIC ORGANISM FOR ORGASM
    SOMETHING SIMPLE AND FUNCTIONAL
    but no………..your mate had to have Jesus Flesh
    NOT PLASTIC AND METAL
    DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN SHE SWITCHED HER CROTCH OFF ?
    WITH A HINT OF MENACE SHE PUSHED YOU TO SOLO
    A POTATO PICKER NORTH OF PUBLISH TOWN

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      • multiplemichael

        SHE SHE SHE SHE SHE SHE SHE SHE SHE SHE SHE SHE SHE SHE SHE SHE
        ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………….SHE
        APPROPRIATELY WORDLESS SHE SAYS
        JOHNNY BOY… FULL-FACE DISUNITY
        YOU ARE FRIGHTENED BY THE LACK OF SYMMETRY
        LIFE LIKE A REFLECTION IN WATER
        A REALITY SWIRL
        PRESENCE VERSUS DISTANCE
        37 YEARS OF DRY-HUMP SCHOOL
        A DOZEN OR MORE PINCHES OF DISORDER
        SURGES AND WITHDRAWALS…MILKY GLOBS
        UPBEAT JOHNNY…ALWAYS QUIRKIER AND MORE PLAYFUL

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      • eatmorewords

        manyMichaels under the Floridian sun never more than 10foot away from an octogenarian organ
        skin redneck leather – near death and dressed like a retired pro-am golfer –
        fading memories of female pelts wartime incendiaries landing crotch itch bought back from places most kids can’t find on an atlas
        the hidden points of geography magnetic north is losing its ability to guide you home the North Star
        is fading
        on Hollywood boulevard they have asked a computer programme to imprint itself in concrete but no poet

        WordPress alumni won’t turn up to the reunion

        the portal needs fixing it makes noises like and angry cat she purrs when I suggest things

        The portal marionette jerks the strings to watch them dance a dance of spastic movements death throes jutting fat tongue

        the Beatle king sunbathes in a leather jacket

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      • multiplemichael

        I CALLED FREUD AND READ HIM ONE OF YOUR LINES:
        dogs lick at the words and now speak with my voice
        HE WAS TROUBLED BY YOUR WORDS
        “A REAL UNDERTOW”
        IN JOHNNY’S WORLD THERE ARE NO REAL PEOPLE
        ONLY LIVING PHOTOGRAPHS
        THE SELF IS AN ISOLATED CELL
        HIS OTHER HALF PUT EVERYTHING IN BOXES
        ENCLOSURES OF MIND
        WORDS WORDS WORDS
        PAINFUL CURRENTS OF FEELING
        PHYSICAL PLEASURES TOO RISQUE
        FOR BIBLE OR PARTICULAR DOG
        NAKED AND PINK AROUND YOUR WORD BOX
        GIVE-AND-TAKE…..EARLY-AND-LATE

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      • multiplemichael

        EMILY SAID “ADDRESS” BUT THE CAPTAIN THOUGHT SHE SAID “UNDRESS”
        MADE FOR AN INTERESTING EVENING
        SHE CALLED IT HER PEACOCK ROOM
        RED-VESTED BETWEEN THE THIGHS
        THE POCKET TOOK A POKING
        THE SMELL OF BARELEGGED CABBAGE
        YOU NO SOONER FINISHED
        WHEN SHE PUT YOUR WORDS IN BOXES
        THE CIRCLE OF INFLUENCE HAD CLOSED
        A YELLOW STREAM WITH NO STOPPER
        BACK AND FORTH AND BACK AND FORTH
        JOHNNY BOY ANATOMICALLY CORRECT
        EMILY GENDER BENDER:
        HER THREE-CORNERED PELT
        ONLY INCHES FROM DELICIOUS SIN
        THE INWARD MAIDEN MOURNS YES

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      • multiplemichael

        BLASPHEMY……………………….PURE SWEET BLASPHEMY !!!
        THE DAY ON THE CALENDAR IS CLOSE
        TODAY MAY BE THAT DAY….THAT HOUR
        MICHAEL BECOMES WIND IN THE OPEN SPACES
        the atrophy of conscience will be complete
        WHAT FORCES ARE AT PLAY ?
        HOLY PEOPLE SERVE GOD
        POETS SERVE MUD
        VIGOROUS TUMORS THAT MAKE UPSURGING SOUNDS
        TUMORS WITH MORE MASS THAN YOKO
        TUMORS STARTING WITH EACH LETTER OF THE ALPHABET
        HOW MANY MULTIPLEMICHAELS ?
        WHEN I WAS YOUNGER THEY WOULD CUT THEM OFF
        AND SELL THEM TO THE RUSSIANS
        THEY COULD EXTRACT SOME KIND OF RELIGIOUS OIL
        THE VULGARITY OF BEING A PLAGUE PROFITEER
        GREEN PLAID GOLF CLOTHES ARE STILL EVOCATIVE
        GOLF EXISTS OUTSIDE THE WORLD OF ORDINARY HUMAN EXPERIENCE
        GOLF WAS MY HEROIN IN THE GREAT DRIVE TO ESCAPE
        I WAS FIRST IN LINE THE DAY YOU COULD PURCHASE BALLS
        RATHER THAN MAKE THEM AT HOME

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      • eatmorewords

        plaid golf trousers hide shameful secrets at the 19th hole
        a metaphor for the end of time
        the final day on an empty calendar

        the clubhouse (work makes you free surf and turf) an unseen ring of an unnamed hell

        HOLE IN ONE she demands ONE IN THE HOLE she laughs

        groundkeepers discover tumours in the bunkers buried under
        infestation of the land
        priest piss holy water sacred wine let the cut bleed

        the X-rays and the ghost hands of Bill Murray

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      • multiplemichael

        DOGS LICK AT THE WORDS AND NOW THEY SPEAK WITH MY VOICE
        INNUMBERABLE SCREAMS AROSE…PAIN DOWN BELOW
        THE BABY JOHNNY WITH HIS HEAD OUT
        LIFE THROUGH A CANAL
        PRIMAL VITALITY
        INESCAPABLE

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      • multiplemichael

        talk around town…how much to salt the meat
        famine-ridden small town in Kentucky
        boredom…dangerous boredom…tight allegiance to boredom
        everything centers around the inconveniences of the flesh
        old folks swear that the spirit will outlast the flesh
        young people toke the bud and throw stones at the Christians
        the local school system teaches alienation, darkness, disorder
        most kids do average……chirping class is a favorite
        notions without reality
        pagan poetry

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      • eatmorewords

        The hateful world of people who are jealous of others shoes …a distasteful mentality that sticks in the throat like a sex hair of the owner, she made lists daily

        when ever I tried to gain entrance she asked me to authenticate myself – a secret handshake
        – a code
        – smoke signals
        – ground down bones
        – the rituals she followed

        you know you’ve been there

        I talk to ghosts on the golf course just to kill the tedium

        the line between points can be followed in the dark – just grab it right with two hands (well, that’s what I told her) – Yokos death grip strangles the thing she fears the most

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    • eatmorewords

      pale as the blood is drained
      she is like me
      aghast at the the world
      insofar as here,
      this place,
      attempts to be spontaneous
      (THERE’S A TIME AND PLACE FOR THIS),
      come across as contrived
      forced
      poems by numbers
      google it
      cut it up
      give it to the machine
      a total lack of self – it’s cold

      it’s what they will make in the factory when the world turns its back on cutlery in favour of fingers

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  153. multiplemichael

    ORANGE CARROT FINGERS WHEN THE WORLD TURNS ITS BACK ON CUTLERY
    A TOTAL LACK OF SELF………me at work each and every day
    LACK OF SELF………..THE PERFECT PSYCHO-COLOR TO COLOR MYSELF
    I SMILE AND REMAIN RANDOM
    THE WORKPLACE IS A GIANT HIVE OF SWARMING BUTT-CRACKS
    ZOMBIES BUT NOT THE BRAIN-EATING KIND
    I KINDA WISH THEY WERE THE “MOVIE” KIND
    FAULTS AND FLAWS AND EXTRA LOVERS
    AND AN OLD SOCIAL DISEASE
    and possibly a new STD

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  154. multiplemichael

    JOHNNY BOY…..THE INVISIBLE TIES BY WHICH POETS ARE BOUND
    LABORATORY RATS ON WORDPRESS
    ONE OF US SCHOOLED IN “ELEVATOR”
    Mister Otis of the Naturalists 2013
    BY THE VIRTUE OF YOUR INSTRUMENT
    TRUTHFUL LANGUAGE: FUZZY PHYSICS AND CHEMISTRY
    FLIGHTS INTO THE ABSTRACT: LOIN WITH TWO CUPS
    THE STRING GOES UP THE BACK
    excuse me, something is sniffing the air

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    • multiplemichael

      LABORATORY RATS ON WORDPRESS
      PRESCRIBED BEHAVIOR–INNER VOICES
      CONFINEMENT INSIDE SKIN
      CONSTANTLY BEING EXERCISED AND TESTED
      MARVELOUS JOHNNY BOY
      JUST SCREAMING MARVELOUS
      PRESS LIKE…CAREFUL, COMMENTS CAN CAUSE EXILE
      SPROCKETED–SYCHRONIZED–OH MY HEAVENS
      ……………………CHURCH ELDERS……………………….
      RUN BEFORE THEY GET TO WONDERFUL DEEDS
      DOMESTIC PIETY….PUBLIC SERVICE
      ANXIETY ABOUT EVERYTHING
      PULPIT CARPET BURN
      IT WAS FOR THE LORD

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  155. multiplemichael

    PEOPLE THINK I AM FROM KENTUCKY
    BUT I AM FROM SOUTHERN INDIANA
    AND KENTUCKY IS THE ENEMY
    THEY PLAY FAR BETTER BASKETBALL
    AND HAVE MUCH FASTER RACE HORSES
    I DO NOT KNOW ABOUT THE WOMEN FOLK
    I DID NOT MATE WITH THE PRIMITIVES

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    • eatmorewords

      People know in from the centre – they think I sound different –
      they do bad imitations of my accent – the world is full of poor actors – imitators – facsimiles of photocopies of photocopies of photocopies of facsimiles – the mould reassembled again and again –

      they ask if Ive seen rats underground – if I’ve touched the queen they ask me do i know Steve? –

      we are on different astral plains and the entrance is through the portal

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  156. multiplemichael

    MILLION DOLLAR QUESTION:
    WHAT LEADS MEN’S THOUGHTS
    IN CERTAIN DIRECTIONS ?
    ORIGINS AND CAUSES
    TO REMAIN SILENT IN THE CRUEL WORLD
    TO SURVIVE ONE MORE SKINNY MINUTE
    AT NIGHT ONE HEARS THE WANDERING FEET
    NEVER TO BEAR WITNESS TO WHAT ONE PERCEIVES

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  157. multiplemichael

    NIGHTWALKERS OFTEN TUNE THEIR LIPS
    ONE BIG WET KISS UP THERE
    ALL KINDS OF EDUCATIONAL WHITE DOWN THE LEGS
    ALCHEMY MEDICINE THE CLASSICS THE OLD SCIENCES
    CONTEMPORARY BLUE NOSE WIFEHOPPERS
    LOSSES CROSSES DIVINE COLLARS
    THE MONTHLY VEXATIONS
    EXISTENTIALISTS
    JISM IN JISM OUT

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    • eatmorewords

      external stimuli piques the interest of those isolated in solitude
      the metaphor of the mattress – stained jism catapulted from touches of friction –
      jujitsu jism

      MultipleMs fascination with God and the crutch
      gods crutch
      the meridian the centre
      the meat giveth equilibrium

      balancing acts

      MM the shepherd herding in the righteous paragraph by paragraph

      he is the right hand man tying to find the Higgs Bosom to disprove his existence

      it will be a relief not to have the pressure

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      • multiplemichael

        THE NATIVES DO NOT UNDERSTAND IT
        NAKED AND SWALLOWED UP WITH APPETITE
        THEY CANNOT OBEY IT
        SMALLER APPETITES ARE CONSUMED BY LARGER APPETITES
        THE ONLY DIFFERENCE BETWEEN CHRISTIANS AND CANNIBALS
        THE CANNIBALS ARE NOT COWARDS…FOOD BEFORE THOUGHT

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      • multiplemichael

        FAME CANNOT OVERCOME DEATH
        TALK OF DEATH IN BAD TASTE
        YOU MAY BE UPSET WITH YOUR DEATH
        ACCOMPANIED BY ANGER WITH GOD
        YOUR MURDER CUT YOU OFF
        WITHOUT GLORY
        YOUR RAINBOW
        ALL BLACK
        AND BLUE

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  158. multiplemichael

    SHE SAID THAT SHE WANTED TO SPEAK MY LANGUAGE
    INDIVIDUALISTIC SELF-EXPRESSION ?
    EXORCISTIC EXPRESSION ?
    OBJECTIVE?
    SUBJECTIVE ?
    ARTISTIC ?
    DETACHED REALISM ?
    NATURAL, UNNATURAL, THEATRICAL, SATIRIC,
    POSSIBLY ALTERNATING ?
    WHEN SOMEONE IS QUARRELING WITH THEMSELF
    WHAT HOPE HAVE YOU ?
    NEITHER NEAR NOR FAR
    THERE IS NO HIGHER ARTISTIC PURPOSE
    THAN TO THROW WATER ON FEAR
    AS IF IT WERE A FIRE
    ……………………………….
    THE MORALIST DICTATES
    THE REALIST REWORKS
    THE POET DIGS NEW HOLES
    TO BURY HIS LIFELESS WORDS
    WORDPRESS IS A GRAND BURIAL GROUND
    ALMOST EVERYTHING STAYS OVERNIGHT
    ADMISSION TAKES SMALL EFFORT
    CAN BANAL PEOPLE BE STEREOTYPED ?
    MEDIOCRITY AND VULGARITY
    THE TWIN FORCES OF DARKNESS
    OFTEN PARKED AT THE VALET BOOTH
    NOT OUT THERE IN THE LOT

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  159. multiplemichael

    SHE WAS QUOTED AS SAYING, “LIFE IS RECURRENCE”
    YOKO WAS PROUD OF HER REPETITION COMPULSION
    SHE WAS SO LIGHT THAT YOU COULD LIFT HER
    AND LOOK UNDER HER LIKE A RUG
    IMPRISONED IN ADOLESCENCE FOR 70 YEARS
    SHE LOVED TO SHOW PEOPLE PHOTOGRAPHS OF HER MONEY
    800 MILLION DOLLARS AND SHE EATS FOOD
    FROM A DOLLAR STORE IN NEW JERSEY
    SHE PAYS THE DOORMAN $30 TO SHOP FOR HER
    HE SHOPLIFTS AND POCKETS SOME OF THE MONEY
    ONE TRIP HE WAS $1.82 OFF AND YOKO ALMOST EXPLODED
    MY GOD, WAS HE A COMMON THIEF ?
    HE CALMED HER DOWN WITH 2 BUCKS
    KEEP THE CHANGE WAS WELCOME WORDS TO HER EARS

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  160. multiplemichael

    KEEP THE CHANGE WAS WELCOME WORDS TO HER EARS
    YOKO IN HER IMPENETRABLE WORLD
    YOU MIGHT AS WELL BE A BEGGAR BEFORE HER DOOR
    ———————————————————————————–
    TREACHERIES AND BETRAYALS SLEEP OUTSIDE ON THE SIDEWALK
    IF YOU ASK JULIAN HE CAN GIVE YOU A FREE COOKIE COUPON
    JULIAN THE PRODIGY OF PRODIGIES
    SON OF THE KING
    HE’S THE GUY DOING FOOLISH AND RECKLESS THINGS
    TO THAT SEAN DOLL
    DON’T WORRY HE HAS BEEN CURED

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  161. multiplemichael

    QUESTION OF THE WEEK:
    —————————————-WHO WAS THE FIRST PERSON TO THINK UP HELL ?
    COUNTERFEIT FINGERNAILS
    EROTIC OBSESSIONS
    SAVAGERY COMPLETE WITH CANNIBALISM
    a string tied to the leg of the bird…..look how he flies
    WHO CAN SHAVE THE RUBBLE OF TWO THOUSAND YEARS ?
    JUVENILE DELINQUENCY IN THE UNDERPANTS
    THREE YEARS IN PRISON FOR LOOKING
    ———–PRISON, THE THEATRE OF CRUELTY
    AN OUTLET FOR THE CAVEMAN INSTINCTS
    THE DREAM WORLD WILL BECOME REAL FOR SPECTATORS
    …………….PEOPLE KILL BECAUSE THEY WANT TO BE CLOSE TO DEATH…….
    THE PURE JOY OF DUPLICATING THAT FEELING

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  162. multiplemichael

    puritans are trying to clean up the blood
    kill kill kill kill kill kill
    people kill because they want to be close to death
    if death doesn’t take us
    we weep because of our inauthenticity of performance
    PURITANS ARE ON TELEVISION TRYING TO CLEAN UP THE BLOOD
    cold eyes are watching……learning
    critics are ruthless
    he didn’t have enough ammunition
    he was a poor shot
    he chose the wrong time
    what was he thinking ?
    I speak of the reflecting mirror
    not only the inner eye but also the world eye
    self-imposed roles
    should there be a disguise ?
    a mask ?
    compelled to build up and display a new self
    conflicts between appearance and reality
    red mouth like the Joker
    to penetrate to a deeper level of intellect
    what will it take to have our 15 minutes of fame ?
    the ego expands and contracts
    some idiot in the backroom of death
    will pry the mask off

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    • eatmorewords

      bucolic brown Beatles burrow beneath Yoko beastly bastard beetles burrow within insidious little things

      news of massacres
      of spent existence
      of waste

      (she has no waist
      all 3stone of her)

      anaemic skin weak sun half moon crescent joker grin

      she ordered the meat ranked its importance look at the insides

      her flawed philosophy

      she is a figure of speak
      figuratively she is

      not using words won’t replace silence they are two different things

      Joan is not bio-degradable

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      • eatmorewords

        pigs blood advertising hoardings the death count rises unclaimed lottery tickets bus wheel screech jet plan daffodils bury the young bury the old life in life out she told me she had lost her keys to heaven – all day staring at a painting till she swore it moved multiple voices the constant echo the static howl the vinyl scratch spiral stair balding at the crown in the morrow it’s you but not your reflection reflecting puddles tomorrow maybe but not yesterday

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  163. multiplemichael

    how many death certificates does it take ?
    INTERROGATIONS AND INVESTIGATIONS
    MAINTAIN YOUR MASK
    YOU MAY BE LOOKING OUT YOUR OLD EYES
    BUT YOU ARE NEW… COMPLETELY DIFFERENT
    REMEMBER NOTHING IS SAID
    EVERYTHING IS PORTENDED
    SUCH A COMPLEX WEB

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  164. multiplemichael

    ……………..when there is a lack of food you starve the infant (for the good of the group)
    I was having all these dreams involving Emily
    —out of the brothel and straight to Emily….right ?
    anyway, things were going really good
    until the night I made my big move
    Emily said, “let’s have ghost like nonphysical sex”
    I guess that was when she just became a number in the phonebook

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  165. multiplemichael

    YOKO KNEW ONLY TOO WELL THAT ALL WE EVER ACHIEVE
    IS A REFLECTION OF WHAT WAS BEFORE
    TO REALLY CHANGE ONE NEEDS MORE CONTROL OF UTILITY
    ONE MUST HAVE A STRONG-ARM FACULTY FOR REASON
    NO PUSSY-FOOTING OR BABY STEPPING
    NO CIRCLING BACK
    ONE HAND HOLDING THE GUN
    THE OTHER HAND PUMPING BELOW
    YES, SOLDIERS OF TODAY MASTURBATE AS THEY KILL
    SEMEN IS THE COLD-BLOODED PISS OF YESTERDAY

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  166. multiplemichael

    when you turn out the lights for bed
    does the audience draw closer
    or go home ?
    ———–climaxes and mutilation
    Emily whispered in my ear as we were having ghost like nonphysical sex
    “Without God you have nothing”

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    • multiplemichael

      when you turn out the lights for bed
      you must remember that you are
      both a faithful servant
      and a sanctified poet
      your indebtedness
      can never be repaid
      show thy skill
      praise the glory of God
      go for the nonphysical sex

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      • eatmorewords

        sex without touching – a mind game for those with imagination – cleaner and less mess –
        in the light or dark cavernous night – a faithful servant to thee self – a pilgrim sanctified on holy lands –
        bed side cabinet
        pills
        ticking watch
        loose coins tip the scales

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  167. multiplemichael

    EMILY ONCE WROTE A POEM ABOUT ANGLO-SAXON SPERM
    EACH CONTESTANT GOT SMACKING NOISES
    HER INTEREST WAS ON THE FINISH
    SHE SAID, “IT’S NOT A PHYSICAL THING”
    SAILORS HAD HOMOEROTIC THOUGHTS
    THERE WERE A BUNDLE OF GERMANIC SAILORS IN TOWN
    THEIR LONG THICK UNCUT DONGS WERE ALMOST IDENTICAL
    EMILY SEEMED MORE FASCINATED BY THE JISM THAN THE KNOB

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  168. multiplemichael

    EMILY WAS VERY HUSH-HUSH ABOUT THE GRATUITOUS CRUELTY OF MANKIND
    SHE DID MENTION ONCE
    THAT SHE WAS BORN BETWEEN THE YELLOW AND THE BROWN
    “INTER FAECES ET URINAS”
    SOMETIMES WORDS ARE NO MORE THAN SWARMING FLIES

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      • multiplemichael

        JESUS ONCE SAID TO ME,
        “MY ENEMIES ARE OFTEN OVERINTELLECTUALIZED”
        HERE IN FLORIDA, THE COLDEST OF THE COLD MONSTERS
        ARE ANGRY APES
        I HAVE A ROOM IN SATAN’S PALACE
        IT IS IN THE DUALISTIC NATURE WING
        I LIKE SITTING IN AN OPEN WINDOW
        AT NIGHT
        SOAKING IN THE WORLD
        OF THE SLICK BLACK BULLS

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      • eatmorewords

        the animals entered the portal two by two but they exited as one unified mass of hoofs, beaks, feathers, spleens, horns, fangs

        (. all except the black bulls who exited blue under the moon light. )

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  169. multiplemichael

    ONE UNIFIED MASS EVOKES STRAINS OF PATHOS
    JOHNNY BOY AND HIS ANXIOUS QUESTIONING OF LIFE
    HIS SISTERS READY TO PICK THE LAST OF HIS BONES
    THE ACADEMIC CAREER LIKE A FLAT TIRE
    the math of life:::::::forgotten medication reduces everything to zero
    PERPETUALLY BORED
    SHREDS OF GENITAL SKIN
    THINGS DOWN THERE ARE DRYING UP AND FALLING OFF
    THE NUT SAC OF NOAH ON THE SHOWER FLOOR

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    • eatmorewords

      Noah’s nut sac stretched recycled &
      fashioned as a Meat carrier – a number one best seller and now lonely poor men stare down at there’s and think

      think about the removal of their bag
      the potential profit

      there is profit in meat

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      • eatmorewords

        when your driving you do so on an unconscious level – your body is a machine going through the motions – Pavlovian responses to external stimuli – your mind is elsewhere
        – automobile accidents are a reminder to focus – to be there in the present – STAY AWAKE AT THE WHEEL

        (…I was in car crash
        warm blood trickled down my face – I thought I was in Poland – my lunch was sprayed across the cracked windscreen – everything smelt of lasagne – warm blood in my eyes – I thought my brains were meat – the radio still played in the silence – my ribs ached from impact)

        the car will be the death of shoes

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      • eatmorewords

        the act of serving is a series of Pavlovian responses to external stimuli – most people drive in a fog

        (…I was in a car crash warm blood in my eyes – my lunch splattered across cracked windscreen – I thought I was dead – I thought my brains were on the windscreen – I thought I was in Poland as it smelt of lasagne – ribs ached and I couldn’t find my glasses – I was drowning underwater with my blood in my eyes…the radio still played but the engine was dead…)

        it seems Americans love cars as much as they do guns …if you invent a gun you can drive you will die a rich man …

        cars will be the death of shoes

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      • multiplemichael

        the sign warned that the hotel-motel town
        was full of cottage-maids and other simpletons
        I kept driving—hoping to make it
        to a village of shipwrecked sailors
        (there’s something to be said for salty meat)

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  170. multiplemichael

    NOAH’S NUT SAC OR LACK OF
    STRANGELY HAD LITTLE TO DO WITH SEX
    A MEAT SOCK TO BE WRITTEN ABOUT
    SUBJECT FOR A STREETSINGER’S BALLAD
    NOAH WAS ALWAYS PROUD OF HIS ABILITY TO CONTROL HIS URINE
    IN SCHOOL HE WAS THE CHAMP OF THE GOLDEN STREAM
    AT THE ZOO HE WOULD HAVE BEEN THE CHIMP OF THE GOLDEN STREAM
    FELLOW CONTESTANTS WOULD CLENCH THEIR FISTS CURSING AT THE HEAVENS

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  171. multiplemichael

    DEATH AS THE NATURAL CONCLUSION OF LIFE
    CASTRATING ONESELF TO JOIN RANK
    THE COMPLACENCY OF WORDPRESS
    INDULGENCE IN QUICKSAND POETRY
    TO ESCAPE THE PULLS OF THE LETTERS
    CAUSE-AND-EFFECT
    THE FAMILIAR BECOMES THE STRANGE
    TIMELY OPPOSITE MEANINGS
    MICHAEL, A DEVOUT PURITAN ?

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  172. multiplemichael

    CHAFING AGAIN JOHNNY BOY ?
    OH, I KNOW ONLY TOO WELL
    IT WAS THE BUDS OF ANTICIPATION
    OR ANSWERING THE SAME QUESTION TWICE
    YOUR PSEUDONYM IS SHOWING
    —–WHY THE MOTIONLESS LIVING VOICE—-
    PETRIFIED ALMOST A STATUE
    HAVE A HEALTHY POOP AND JOIN THE DRAMA
    EXPOSE YOUR REFLECTIVE INTELLIGENCE
    “BY GOD, I AM JOHNNY BOY AND I AM A HISTORICAL POET”
    ( my lifescapes have been soaked in a particular sense of delirium often difficult to reproduce )

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  173. multiplemichael

    I KNOW THAT YOU WERE ONCE PART OF A DOO WOP VOCAL GROUP
    THAT YOU HAD A STRONG NOSTALGIC AROMA
    A LEATHER JACKET THAT YOU STOLE
    A KNIFE, A CHAIN, AND YOU THOUGHT ABOUT RAZOR BLADES IN YOUR SHOES
    BUT THAT WAS A LITTLE BIT TOO JUVENILE DELINQUENT
    FOR THE JOHNNY BOY HOUSEHOLD
    YOUR MOM WORKED HARD ON THE LINOLEUM FLOOR
    47 PERCUSSIONISTS PLAYED NON-STOP AS SHE WAXED IT
    ONE GUY PLAYED A DESICCATED SCROTUM STRETCHED OVER A COFFEE CAN
    THAT GUY MAY HAVE BEEN YOUR FATHER (an intense-looking fellow)

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    • eatmorewords

      ( a musical aside )
      the do-wop band was a flop – like my quiff under hot light – grease tears flowing from sweaty forehead – – non one cared for the sound (it was to black for an all white town) –

      And in a town of vegetarians a leather jacket would never go down well – they smelt the death and fear and tried to free the jacket
      – while on stage they threw vegetables at me and the sax man –
      cabbage blocked the trumpet sound

      the knife fights broke up the hypnotic rhythm – they were merely outlets –
      silver knife shards flash in do-wop light – bike chain cracks sounding like a 1000 finger clicks

      my dad was the ginger baker of the scrotal coffee can boogie – we don’t talk any more but my mother
      my mother is still dancing

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  174. multiplemichael

    “THE SOWER SOWETH THE WORD” -MARK 4:14
    traveling salesmen left a trail of free Bibles
    I asked Yoko what they sold
    she said that it was a gel
    for the traction of the teeth
    seems that seniors were finding
    the surface of meat
    to be too rubbery
    I’ve seen people up north
    rub the gel on their car tires
    I’ve seen hooker customers
    rub the gel on their condoms

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  175. multiplemichael

    ——————————-COMMENT #400———————————————-
    A REHEARSAL IN A HUMAN BASED THEATRE
    IMPROVISED WET AND DRY INTERCOURSE
    ACTORS WITH ODD NUMBERED LIMBS
    SPECTATORS WITH GIDEON BIBLES
    ON THEIR BREATH
    TORN BETWEEN MESSIANIC AND EXISTENTIAL
    EARLIER PATTERNS OF SUFFERING
    MOTHERS ANALYZED AND PROBED
    THEIR CHILDREN FICTIONALIZED CHARACTERS
    THE ACCURATE MIRROR GIVING FALSE REFLECTIONS
    WE TOUCH SATAN WHEN WE TOUCH OURSELVES
    POETS SPEAK OF THE BARRIERS
    BETWEEN THE INNER AND THE OUTER
    RELIGION MULTIPLIES ILLUSIONS
    THE NAKED APE WITHOUT INSTINCT
    UNABLE TO ESCAPE THE NARCOTIZED STUPOR
    OF ELECTRONIC DEVICES

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    • eatmorewords

      but remember where this started?
      It was with her – the hidden armoury – the dead curtain – maths with no meanings – characters with meat faces – misplaced actors on factory stages – ying and yangs – in the shadow of a benevolence – if we tried to write all this down…
      …tired hands of self pleasure false mirrors giving accurate reflections – the pyramid of the prism – the pins – the search for perfect words & whole numbers

      Yoko squared in poetic terms

      happy 400 she

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    • multiplemichael

      THE NAKED APE ASKS GOD FOR MORE SUBSTANTIAL NOURISHMENT
      HE STANDS ERECT AND SHOUTS, “I WANT THE WORLD AND I WANT IT NOW”
      FROM HIS RECTUM DEFICIENCIES DROPPED
      FREUD AND TOILET PAPER WERE YET TO ARRIVE

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