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The sky peeled back like a banana
as we watched the water
tornado down the plug hole.

And on that day
I remembered the Wicked Witch of the West,
the way the dustman whistled tunes
I could never place.

But you remember the famine?
Well, on the sixth day, I pictured you as a juicy steak
and salivated,
dribbling down my chin
thinking of that first bite.

The ice sculptures you carved for me last winter
have started to melt.

I just thought you should know
that I sit here and watch them slowly change shape,

drop by drop.

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369 comments

  1. multiplemichael

    A BREATHTAKINGLY BEAUTIFUL STEAK
    A TRUE SHAMAN CUT PIECE OF MEAT
    A STEAK RED WITH FRESH BLOOD
    A TREMENDOUS AMOUNT OF TASTE
    PECULIARLY FLUID IT ESCAPES YOUR MOUTH
    JUICE AND SPIT TURN INTO WRITTEN WORDS
    WORDS SPLITTING APART UNDER PRESSURE
    CONTRARY TO LOVE…PAIN FOR PLEASURE
    UNSYMPATHETIC LIPS…BIRTH TO SUFFER
    IN THE TIGHT CAR CAB I CAN SMELL DEATH
    WHITE MAN NEED MEDICINE FOR MOUTH

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      • multiplemichael

        a thousand miles of isolation
        a broken-down car
        banged-up knuckles
        Bob Dylan screeching
        anonymous satisfaction
        red velvet underwear
        —————————-
        a hearse with a family of black-mobiles
        crawl through intersections with white glove waves
        over and over like angry ants
        no one says his first or last name

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      • eatmorewords

        family hearse of forgotten ghosts his family tree had a disease – braches fell, leaves wouldn’t grown, paths ways deviated -sister brother mother lover – Dylans harmonica sounded like nails down a blackboard to her – his nasal whine cut across the intersection – friction from his corduroy trousers started little fires around the crouch, where fat thighs rubbed – hidden behind curtains is always the best vantage point

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    • multiplemichael

      EVERYONE LOVES THE WORD DEATH
      EVERYONE IS AFRAID OF DEATH
      UNSYMPATHETIC LIPS IN THE DARK
      YOU CAN SMELL THE TOBACCO
      IN DEATH YOU KNOW
      YOU WILL TAKE ON
      THE CHARACTERISTICS
      OF THE OLD ORDER
      REMEMBER THAT BOOK
      THE BIBLE

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    • multiplemichael

      WHITE MAN NEEDS MEDICINE FOR MOUTH
      INTELLECT TORN TO TATTERS
      THE HUMAN MYSTERY REDUCED TO A HOLLOW CONCEPT
      CONSTANTLY HIDING THE REFLECTION IN THE MIRROR
      ( HIDE YOUR FACE FROM YOURSELF )
      SHAME GROWS WITH AGE
      CONSTANT CRISIS

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    • multiplemichael

      A WIDER FOLD OF READERS
      SOMETIMES THEY FORM A CIRCLE
      RITUAL SINGING—SPECIFIC REQUESTS
      SUFFOCATING AND NEAR DEATH
      BONES TO BE BURIED
      THE FIRST WIFE AND HER SISTER
      SHE WAS TOLD TO MOVE ALONG
      *stolen doilies (the expensive ones)

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      • eatmorewords

        she moved along a straight line to the second hand shop
        she bought second hands, cast off hands and she took them home and nailed them to the way – on lonely nights she would select a hand and caress herself with it – one hand red nail varnish, another a missing finger, all different and all the same – once used it was buried or burnt – she told no one but I knew
        I found the bones

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  2. multiplemichael

    I USED MY MEAT LIKE A FLASHLIGHT
    I SLAPPED A PROTAGONIST WITH IT
    DARKNESS CRIED AT THE DANGER
    MY GOD, A POET WITH SCIENCE
    BUT IT WASN’T SCIENCE
    A SYNTHESIZER AND A SYNCHRONIZER
    FLESHY ELEMENTS OF A NEW PATTERN
    I LOOKED AT MY POOP
    I REALLY LOOKED CLOSE
    AT SOMETIME I HAD EATEN
    ANTHROPOLOGISTS
    ASTRONOMERS
    PHYSICISTS
    IT WAS SORT OF SAD
    I WANTED TO PUT A TITLE ON THE TOMBSTONES
    …………………………………………………………………………..

    LORD, I’M A FOOL WHEN I AM HUNGRY
    LORD, I’M EVEN A BIGGER FOOL WHEN I’M HORNY
    DORMANT AND DARK THINGS COME TO VIEW
    WHEN I USE MY MEAT LIKE A FLASHLIGHT

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    • multiplemichael

      MODERN MEAT………………UNWOMANLY WOMEN
      COIL AFTER COIL ABOUT HIM
      AND HE A TRUE HUSBAND
      THE LITTLE LADY WITH HER ARTIFICIAL MORALITY
      ONE PECKER ONE HOLE LITTLE-TO-NONE POKEY
      SERPENT GIRL ANTICIPATES AND PREDICTS
      COURTSHIP MARRIAGE PURE TORTURE
      BEFORE CHRISTMAS YOU DROP A WORM

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  3. multiplemichael

    WHEN I USE MY MEAT LIKE A FLASHLIGHT
    JOHN F. KENNEDY DROPS DEAD FROM PAINKILLERS
    THEN THEY HAVE TO TIE HIM TO THE BACK OF A CAR
    AND SHOT HIS BRAINS OUT SO IT LOOKS LIKE A CONSPIRACY
    LISTEN, WE’RE GONNA PUT YOU IN A SCHOOL BOOK DEPOSITORY
    YOU GONNA SHOT THE PRESIDENT IN THE NECK AND THE HEAD
    DO NOT SHOT JACQUELINE !!!! THIS IS IMPORTANT !!!!
    IN THE FUTURE SHE HAS TO MARRY A MAN MORE UGLY THAN RICH
    IF YOU GET THIS CORRECT WE WILL GIVE YOU $6000 AND A CONDO IN MIAMI
    FAIL AND YOU WILL DIE AT THE HANDS OF THAT RAT BASTARD JACK RUBY

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    • eatmorewords

      at the end of a bullet it all unravelled – pinpointed truths merged with tittle tattle, washrooms rumour – test shots carried out at incremental distances – telescopic arsenal aimed at fat steaks lanced by poles – skewered in remote fields –
      targeted meat fired upon –

      DO NOT GET BLOOD ON JACQUELINE BLOUSE leave no Rorschach spray – it must be clean.

      11 mph fate

      that rat fink bastard was a ghost – pre-programmed to assassinate the assassin – they found him coughing in a tittle bar – a faithful hound rubbing against his leg

      for £6000 cold, he’d do ANYTHING

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  4. multiplemichael

    THE UNFOLDING STORY CAUSES A SHIFTING PERSPECTIVE
    MEAT IS NOT CRIMINAL AS LONG AS IT ACHIEVES THE DESIRED END
    BEHIND DOORS HOT MEANINGFUL MANIPULATION OF MEAT
    MEAT IS A WATCHWORD………………..BEWARE !!!
    A DESCENT TOWARD DOOM WORDPRESS PRETENDS JUDGMENTAL INDIFFERENCE
    THEY OVERTLY EMBODY A MORALISTIC SELF-RIGHTEOUSNESS
    ………………………………..PUNISHING……………………………………………….
    SCHOOL PRINCIPAL DRIVES FROM TEXAS TO FLORIDA
    TO TOUCH YOUNG FRESH MEAT
    HE’S SEEN ON THE INTERNET
    HIS MIND-SET AS HE SPED ALONG THE HIGHWAY:
    HE COULDN’T WAIT FOR HEAVEN
    POSSIBLY HEAVEN DIDN’T EXIST
    WHEN HE ARRIVED IN FLORIDA
    GOD-AWFUL POLICEMEN WOULD STEP ON HIS HEAD
    AND PUT HIM ON THE NEWS
    RECOGNITION AS A SEX MONSTER
    ALL HE WANTED WAS A FEW MOMENTS OF PLEASURE
    TO FEEL IN CONTROL
    TO INTERTWINE
    TO ABSORB SOME OF THE YOUTH
    ………………..HOWEVER………………….
    FLORIDA IS NOT THE MANSION IN THE SKY
    SEXUAL INTIMACY IS A DICE ROLL
    A YOUTHFUL SHRINE FOR HIM
    TURNS OUT TO BE CONCRETE AND BARS
    WAH-WAH, WHY DID HE DO IT ?
    HIS WONDERFUL TOWN, SCHOOL JOB, FAMILY, FRIENDS
    THE TENDERNESS OF HIS LOVING WIFE
    28 YEARS STRONG NOW CUT OFF IN AN ULTIMATE SOLITUDE
    RAPIDFIRE INSANE THOUGHTS ….FRAGMENTED THOUGHTS AT BEST
    HE WAS EXPOSED AS THE HAIRY APE THAT HE WAS

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    • eatmorewords

      MEAT was the safe word –
      it could bring this all to an end but it couldn’t unite the unfolding strands ravenous for conclusion –

      couldn’t stop that Texan teacher acting in tandom with his urges –

      urges suppressed during wedded times – like the tar pits he always bubbled to the surface
      of things –
      WE ARE ALL SINNERS
      screamed the corner woman –

      but he was a sinner a sinner of a different kind –
      the kind who couldn’t keep the sinning to himself –

      the electric portal connected him with others who had crossed the line – the cosseted anonymity empowered aforementioned Texan educator – the lid was off Pandoras box (no pun – awkward imagery)

      desire writ large –

      the car journey – the head cracked by up-holders of the law – the descent into nightmares has all been documented – wife in shame name changed relocation to empty Curie house –

      he blamed sex
      his urges the sex their skin but like all things it’s about POWER- he
      is now a powerless ape exposed

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      • multiplemichael

        HE BLAMED SEX HE BLAMED SEX HE BLAMED SEX HE BLAMED SEX
        HE IS NOW A POWERLESS APE EXPOSED
        NOT SOCIALISM, CAPITALISM, FEUDALISM,
        GOD-DEFYING MATRIMONY
        PRISON BARS OF MORAL, CANON, STATUE LAW
        HE WANTED TO BE GUILTY OF SEX CRIMES
        HE WANTED HIS ORGASMS TO BE SHOTGUN BLASTS
        HE WANTED TO INFLICT HARM
        TO BE FREE
        TO STEP OUT IN THE NIGHT AIR
        TO WALK AMONG THE SLICK BLACK BULLS

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      • multiplemichael

        YOU KNOW ABOUT THE ROOM IN THE CURIE HOUSE
        THEY CALLED “AURORA BOREALIS”
        THE INNOCENT NEVER STAND NEAR
        LOW FEET SMOLDERING
        A RATHER MACABRE FOOTNOTE
        ANGELS GUARDING THE MEAT
        WEATHERVANE AND COMPASS
        INTERPRET THE SIGNS
        UNRECOGNIZABLE WORDS
        BONE BY BONE MATH
        A LITTLE SKELETAL RESIDUE
        ON BUTTERED TOAST

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      • multiplemichael

        a powerless ape exposed (power earns the right to leisure)
        habits of leisure had to be brought into line
        controlled and restrained, wipe off the carnivalesque
        domestic sex the recreation of the poor
        amusement behind locked door
        the previous mistakes were eager
        to see them locked like dogs

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  5. multiplemichael

    HIS WIFE IS AN ANGRY ELEVATOR
    OPENING AND CLOSING IN A THREATENING MANNER
    SHE IS AS UPSET AS GOD WAS IN THE GARDEN OF EDEN
    HER DOCTOR HAS GIVEN HER SOMETHING TO TAKE THE EDGE OFF
    HER DOCTOR HAS FRIENDLY HANDS
    HE TAKES HIS GLOVES OFF AND TOUCHES HER IN A FATHERLY WAY

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    • eatmorewords

      all elevators here are called Otis –
      but I fear when machinery is given a name – boundaries are crossed lines blurred – no longer master and servant – people want their computer to have a personality – lonely confessionals with a toaster
      Japanese business men fucking robots in neon hotels –
      buy electric love on-line – lips slamming heavy -no grease applied – robot girl move your arms a few degrees more – gently back and forth

      the garden of Eden is a vegetarian restaurant shut down for numerous health violations – (snakes in the kitchen – half eaten apples scattered – heathen maggots)
      tables and chair sold off on the cheap – yard sale of the soul

      no wonder she was angry with righteous indignation

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      • multiplemichael

        THE BAD PEOPLE ONLY TASTE DUST AND ASHES
        PEOPLE OUTSIDE THE FLASHLIGHT BEAM
        THE SHINE OF MERCY—POINT IT OVER HERE
        DEATH IS THE JACKPOT—DEATH IS NOT THE JACKPOT
        BROWN PUCKERS CANNOT PRAY
        FRIENDS AND RELATIVES
        WITH SIN-DIMMED EYES
        ARE THEY TO BE FREE OF THE FILM ?

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    • multiplemichael

      WORSHIP OF THE HE-GOAT
      EVERYTHING PRIAPIC
      MALE ORGANS
      BULL DONGS AND PHALLICISM
      THE PRIAPUS OF MODERN MAN
      WANG-DANG-DODDLE
      anthropologists are sleeping on your sofa
      ANY DAY A GENERATIVE ORGAN SIGHTING

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  6. multiplemichael

    OTIS REPAIRMEN ARE INSEPARABLE FROM GOD
    AS A DREAM IS INSEPARABLE FROM THE DREAMER
    EVEN DREAMS HAVE DREAMS AS BUILDINGS HAVE FLOORS
    AFTER DEATH OTIS REPAIRMEN BECOME DREAMS OF THE DREAMER
    THEY EAT EXPENSIVE BEANS AND IGNITE PYROTECHNIC IMAGES
    AS CHILDREN THEY SAW ELEVATORS AS BEING HAND OVER HAND
    AND NOT ELECTRIC BOXES WITH FINGER COURTING BUTTONS

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  7. multiplemichael

    THE RIGHTEOUS ARE DIVIDED INTO TWO GROUPS:
    ……THOSE NOT RESURRECTED
    ……THOSE WHO REPAIR ELEVATORS
    LUCIFER AND HIS DECEIVERS OFTEN MASQUERADE AS OTIS REPAIRMEN
    IF IN DOUBT….ASK TO SEE A DROP OF BLOOD
    YOU WANT TO SEE RED BLOOD NOT BLACK
    REMEMBER……….RED NOT BLACK !!!

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    • eatmorewords

      the Otis men formed small cliques – underground cabals to protect them from the Witchfinder General – the Otis men saw the elevators as life’s greatest metaphor and they as the protectors of life’s magisterial greatness – they stored red blood in vats –
      the had walls of screwdrivers

      they wanted to be on the side of the righteous – and one day there was a schism amongst the Otis men – a breakaway group called for the eradication of all steps, stairs and escalators – their belief in elevators as the only true means of vertical travel in buildings a offices – these were the purists – these were the me with domesticated pigs at home –

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      • multiplemichael

        A MICROCOSM OF A NARRATIVE SCENARIO
        THE HANDS TIED BEFORE SLEEP
        UNSEEN VOYEURS
        MENTAL SCARECROW WOMEN
        HORRIFYINGLY TANGLED
        SEXUAL COMPLEXITIES
        SPLINTERS FROM WOODEN THONGS
        A DOZEN MEN CROWD A FORESKIN
        INFATUATION WITH EXCESS SKIN

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      • eatmorewords

        I know you bought your family portraits from a second hand shop (the same shop where I once bought discarded hands) – and you put them in frames made by inmates at the local sanitarium –
        – they kidnapped my children and demanded ransoms I couldn’t afford
        – your family portraits are paint by numbers – no flesh colour paint left
        so you use azure

        you and your blue faces family sitting on a mantle piece
        dusty

        an empty draw once filled with cutlery

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    • multiplemichael

      SATAN HAS BEEN A PROBLEM SINCE HE LANDED IN MASSACHUSETTS
      BEFORE HIS ARRIVAL THERE WAS A BALANCE
      ACHIEVED BY THE NATURAL INTERACTION OF THE ELEMENTS
      AFTER HIS ARRIVAL THERE HAS BEEN CHAOS
      A TERRIBLE DISRUPTION IN THE ORDERLY SEQUENCE
      I LEFT GOD A MESSAGE BUT HE DOESN’T GET INVOLVED
      THE ANTAGONISTIC SISTERS SEEM TO RULE EARTH

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      • multiplemichael

        WE SHOULD NOT EXCEEDINGLY DELIGHT OURSELVES
        TO DO SO BENUMBS AND DIMS
        THE PORCHLIGHT OF OUR LORD
        any attachment to the earth can be dangerous
        WE SHOULD NOT EXCEEDINGLY DELIGHT OURSELVES
        TO DO SO BENUMBS AND DIMS
        THE PORCHLIGHT OF OUR LORD

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  8. multiplemichael

    SOMETIMES ON SUNDAY I GO TO THE CHURCH OF YOKO ONO
    SHE ALWAYS TELLS ME THAT SPACE FLOWS BACK ON ITSELF
    IF I SMILE SHE GOES ON RANTING ABOUT FORMULAS
    PROCEEDING FROM AXIOMS
    AXIOMS INBORN
    I THINK ABOUT THE REALLY POOR PEOPLE
    WHO LIVED UNDER THE BRIDGE
    IN MY HOMETOWN
    A LONG TIME AGO
    THE BRIDGE HAS BEEN REPLACED
    THE CITIZENS DEAD OR IN PRISON
    I REMEMBER HEARING THAT THEY WERE INBORN
    I HAD NO CLUE WHAT THAT MEANT
    THE CHILDREN WERE UGLY AND COULD NOT READ OR WRITE
    SOMETIMES THE LAW MADE THEM ATTEND SCHOOL
    AS IF THEY WEREN’T ALL READY LIVING IN HELL
    SCHOOL REDUCED WHATEVER CRUMBS OF QUALITATIVE RICHNESS
    THEY POSSESSED……….SCIENTIFICALLY SPEAKING OR NOT
    THEY WERE THE PROOF OF THE COMPLEXITY OF REALITY

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    • eatmorewords

      she guarded the gates for many months without sleep – she survived on a three bean diet rain water and carrion – she knew kung fu –
      she began to have visions, lucid
      she saw things in the clouds – she kept a diary of events and buried it deep inside the earth –
      – she drank the dew from the grass –
      she started to mumble, whisper incantations, repeat formulas, expound theories of realities complexities, she listed types of meat,

      she lost her job, she
      stopped sending birthdays cards,

      she hibernated for weeks wrapped in fur

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    • multiplemichael

      SUCKER PORTALS LAY BENEATH THE QUIET SURFACE
      POETRY DEFINED IS POISON
      IT IS REWARDING WHEN YOU TOUCH MINE
      SENSITIVE PENCILS OF INTENSE ADORATION
      GOD- LIKE- WORD- CREATORS
      BORROWING FROM DRUNK MONKEYS

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      • multiplemichael

        CUTTING AN ERECTION DOWN TO SIZE
        the dong is a lamb led to slaughter
        a fabricated lamb is sort of like a robotic goat
        the unquiet mind……..hermaphroditic hands
        words languish unread……….erotic perversity
        comments free-floating
        unfixed gender knocking
        at the door

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  9. multiplemichael

    3 WOODPECKERS AND 1 SQUIRREL HAVE CONTACTED ME ABOUT MY USE OF THE
    WORD, “INBORN”. AXIOMS CAN BE INBORN BUT PEOPLE ARE INBRED.
    FOR WHATEVER THAT MEANS……….thank you
    HOW ABOUT CLOSING THE DOOR WHEN YOU PRUNE ?
    I LIFTED A ROCK AND SEVERAL BUGS SCREAMED, “WE DON’T NEED YOUR STINKING
    NOMINATIONS, WE NEED YOUR VOTE.”
    I’M NOT PAYING FOR THEIR HEARSE OR TOLL.
    BUGS ARE PERPETUAL/SUSCEPTIBLE
    YOKO CALLED ME ONE DAY AND ASKED IF BUGS HAVE LUNGS
    I WANTED TO SAY YES
    BUT WHAT IF I WAS SOMEHOW THINKING OF A SACOPHAGUS ?
    DO SACOPHAGUS HAVE SPIRACLES ?
    CLARITIES OF BEING: BUGS DO NOT HAVE LUNGS
    COMPLEX ACTUALITY vs VIRTUAL COMPULSION
    CONSCIOUS OF THE VASTNESS OF THE UNKNOWN
    BRAVE ENOUGH TO BUY BULK PAPER PRODUCTS
    TO ATTEMPT TO LIFT THE BOTTOM OF A SHADOW
    “YOKO, BUGS DO NOT HAVE LUNGS !!!”
    IT WOULD TAKE 45 SECONDS TO ATTACH A ROULETTE WHEEL
    TO HER PENCIL-THIN LEGS
    YOKO MAY BE DORMANT AND DARK
    WEIGH ONLY THREE POUNDS
    BUT SHE IS A HELL OF A GOOD SPIN

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  10. multiplemichael

    PEOPLE GET ME ALL WRONG… I LOVE YOKO ONO
    I LOVE YOKO A MILLION BILLION TIMES MORE THAN SEAN OR JULIAN
    OR ANY OF THE $30 DOORMEN IN THEIR CARNIVAL CLOTHING
    MARRIED OR NOT MARRIED
    OUR LIFE DOES NOT LACK MEANING OR VALUE
    WITHOUT BEING EXPLICIT
    SEX IS SOMETHING WE ARE POSTPONING
    NEXT LIFETIME WE WILL TEAR IT UP
    I WILL BE THE PERFECT HUSBAND
    NO ROCK AND ROLL OR OVERRIDING PESSIMISM
    I WILL NOT BE THAT OTHER MAN
    I WILL NOT PUT .H. IN MY COMPULSIONS
    I WILL NOT BE A DISEASED LIVER FRANKENSTEIN
    MY WORKADAY WORLD WILL NOT INCLUDE PAUL
    WHAT A PREPOSTEROUS PIECE OF TONE-DEAF CRAP
    I’VE REMOVED HIS SUCKER PORTAL

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    • eatmorewords

      before you crossed the threshold we were one –
      we stayed in bed for days and watched the shadows move
      – we wrote slogans and made malicious phone calls to failing businesses – we counted pins –
      – out hair grew unnaturally long – out tomorrow was tomorrow and forever after that – but –
      the letter arrived –

      forced conscription into the factory – meagre meat rations – one poem a day – beige uniforms and shaved heads all round – the demoralisation of the self the removal of all trinkets –
      – THERE IS NO I IN MEAT –

      we planned an escape into Scandinavian woods – we left the bedroom left the stains – removed all traces of DNA

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      • multiplemichael

        NORMAN WITH THE CORPSE OF HIS DEAD MOTHER
        IN HIS ARMS, THE FAMOUS NORMAN BATES
        INTERCOURSE WITH DEAD MATTER
        POSSIBLY HIS WARMTH WAS NOURISHING
        A HINT OF A SMILE, A SLIGHT TWITCH
        IT WAS DISTURBING BUT NOT GRUESOME
        HE WAS AFTER ALL, HER HERO
        SHE WAS HIS EGO CARRIED TO EXTREME

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      • eatmorewords

        never could tell the difference between grimace and smile, in the hotel he ate the guest register, ingested the names, smashed the rocking chair for funeral pyre fire – he hung her out to dry
        he was at the crux
        he looked it up and down

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  11. multiplemichael

    HALF-NAKED JOAN RIVERS IN A VOYEURISTIC DISPLAY
    SHE WORE MULTIPLE BRASSIERES
    WAS IT HER MORAL MOOD ?
    SHE LOOKS VERY AWKWARD POSSIBLY VANDALIZED AND ABANDONED
    EROTIC THOUGHTS OF NORMAN BATES AS A TRANSVESTITE
    A LARGE SHARP KNIFE HALF-SEEN THROUGH DISARRAYED CLOTHING

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    • eatmorewords

      (Rumination’s on the correspondence)

      non essential people are due to be filtered out when the war heroes return
      meat pinned to their chest
      meat in
      meat out
      meat squirming infected

      she listened to troubadours
      horrific songs about love and beautiful so of death – stained mattress at the Bates Motel –

      the creak creak of the rocking chair at the window – dead curtains parted like eager legs – naked Joan
      angry Yoko

      “Oh, babe, we’re up against it now”

      in my ear the song is telling me she kisses like a rock – sedentary moulded by time

      you tried to laugh in the face of God but all you did was stand their with your mouth
      agape

      it looked like the entrance to a cave

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      • multiplemichael

        IT LOOKED LIKE THE ENTRANCE TO A CAVE
        BECAUSE IT WAS A BACKWARD EXIT
        YOU STAND IN THE FACE OF TYRANNY
        COMPULSION DETERMINISM……….A COMMON MOLD
        EVERYTHING BECOMES A REVELATION
        HELL, KENTUCKY IS FULL OF REVELATIONS
        INCEST IS FLOWERING TO THE TOPS OF TREES
        TOWNS FULL OF SUFFERING AND DESPAIR
        THEY TEACH PSYCHO-BABBLE (SCHOOL) (SUNDAY SCHOOL)
        THE GLEAM OF SMEARS
        ON JUDGEMENT DAY THE TEN FINGERS (WORMS)
        HE ALONE WENT BOOM, LORD
        LIVING AMONG HIS OWN KIND

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    • eatmorewords

      thanks for your concerns
      I feel a mixture of the three –
      I always do –
      the sucker portals used to chaff but my skin has hardened –
      I enjoy them now
      they are not my enemies…

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      • multiplemichael

        YOUR MASCULINE EYES YOUR FEMININE WHYS
        NO CHARGES OF TRIVIALITY AT THIS PICNIC
        YOU’VE GROWN LAZY WITH YOUR POSTCARD WORDS
        TRIED THAT UPRAISED FLESH
        DISCARDED THOSE JISM RAGS
        WADS OF LIFE LEFT TO DRY
        MEANINGLESS ?
        WHAT IF YOUR SINS DON’T PHOTOGRAPH GRAY ?

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      • eatmorewords

        some have grown lazy –
        when you can use a computer to write your poems –
        when you don’t put the words together your self – you hit the tipping point
        you need to ask yourself the right questions

        jism soaked rags take years to burn – you can see the smoke for miles –

        she still sends me the postcards – one a day
        every day

        we pack out packs fat for this picnic

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  12. multiplemichael

    SACRIFICE TO THE SUCKER PORTALS
    PUBIC (not public) MARTYRDOM
    STAINED WITH ONE HONEST CRIME
    VIRILE ARITHMETIC CHARMS
    SCHOOLMASTER SAYS, “SON, LET US GO TO BABYLON.”
    HE WAS THE LAST OF THE FLOCK
    LIKE A LAME SAILOR
    TRAUMATIC POETRY
    IN HIS POCKETS
    A MORAL EUNUCH FULL OF PUSH PINS
    THE PASSIVE SURRENDER OF PLASTIC SURGERY
    WAS JOAN REALLY A CLOWN OF SADISM ?
    WAS SHE TRYING TO RETURN TO THE FISH TANK ?
    STARVED TO THE POINT OF HALLUCINATIONS
    HER HUSBAND WAS AN ANGRY FIST
    NO DIALOGUE ONLY BRUTE ASSERTION

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  13. multiplemichael

    I HAD A DREAM ABOUT A VILLAINOUS GANG OF SUCKER PORTALS
    THEY WENT WILD AFTER DRINKING FROM A SPITTING CAULDRON
    UNPLEASANT PANTING………..STREWING LESSER POETS
    CERTAIN SIGHTS LEAVE YOU NOT KNOWING WHAT TO SAY
    A RECITATION OF ALL THE HIGHS AND LOWS
    1000 WORDS AND NOT A SINGLE VERB
    WAILS OF PANIC AND A BRIEF MOMENT OF TRANSITION

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  14. multiplemichael

    SCIENTIFIC SPECULATIONS ABOUT THE AURORA BOREALIS
    in Kentucky it is caused by religious friction
    WHEN YOU GROW UP IN SOUTHERN INDIANA
    YOU GET NERVOUS ABOUT KENTUCKY
    IS THE FENCE HIGH ENOUGH ?
    HOW MANY SHOTGUN SHELLS DO I HAVE ?
    the aurora displays herself without concern
    HER UPPER LEGS ARE VISIBLE
    THE COPPER SLIT IN FULL SIGHT
    IF THE DEVIL HAD ROOTS
    THAT’S WHERE THEY WOULD BE
    if the devil had roots that’s where they would be
    if the devil had roots that’s where they would be

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    • eatmorewords

      he went boom boom
      in an empty forest
      tried to wash of the grime
      dried

      always to late
      sleepless slumber sunrise
      the power of the mind forced the images in front of his eyes

      he wasn’t in control
      parasite games

      unplanned incursion

      he tested the numbness
      pin therapy

      the music of his youth still resonated
      he still kept the first fork he used

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      • multiplemichael

        THAT FIRST FORK BAFFLED THE DOCTORS
        “WHAT MYSTICAL POWER DID THAT FORK EXERCISE OVER HIM” ?
        EVEN IN OLD AGE HE STOOD GUARD OVER IT
        EXPLICIT DIALOGUE….YOU BET !!!
        PRONGS KNOW ALL THE DIRTY WORDS
        “ON THE PRONGS OF THEIR LONGING”

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      • eatmorewords

        the x-rays showed
        highlighted it
        the shadows – the outline of the fork – medical heads were baffled as to how this fork was connected to all the organs – (this pronged conduit) – what was the divine nature of this fork?
        this mercurial metal –
        HOW DID IT GET THERE? –

        they discussed this while the patient lay below them – cavity cut open – wide open and red – fleshy ridges the bones shiny red roux – blood –
        they took notes for a journal that never existed –

        the ghost of Emily was in the room

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      • eatmorewords

        behind Magrittes painting of a pipe there is a fork – Ceci n’est pas une fork – and behind the fork, scratch off the oil there is a knife and behind that a spoon
        – the treachery of cutlery

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      • multiplemichael

        a poetic expression is a measure of withdrawal and alienation
        beyond pain and in a condition of complete numbness
        the motel meat was hard and hot and she was thinking of rhino dong
        even in a fog of loneliness he was double-dipping
        trying to ring the passion bell
        what if he made the old tired bag orgasm ?
        *she might turn to stone
        *a spider near the ceiling might applaud
        *he might move up one rung on his psychosexual development ladder
        outside the room
        in the lobby
        an uncooperative ladder
        was suffering nervous exhaustion

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  15. multiplemichael

    THE PHYSICAL AND EMOTIONAL INFANTILIZATION OF YOUR FIRST FORK
    ………………..just think of the endless crises……………………………………………………
    THE OUT-AND-OUT FLIPPANCY OF YOUR FATHER AT THE MEAL TABLE
    BREATHLESS FURY PANIC THE WORLD’S BRIEFEST SILENCE MORE PANIC
    RELIGIOUS AND NON-RELIGIOUS WORDS A MATURE MADMAN
    SPITTING POETIC CONTRIVANCES INTO A STOLEN DISNEY CAULDRON
    IF HUMANLY POSSIBLE HE WOULD HAVE MADE YOU SWIM IN IT

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  16. multiplemichael

    SPITTING POETIC CONTRIVANCES
    ………………………………………………………INTO A STOLEN DISNEY CAULDRON
    IF HUMANLY POSSIBLE
    ………………………………………………………HE WOULD HAVE MADE YOU SWIM IN IT
    blessed be thy first fork that has spoken
    (change those two middle letters in FORK and you have a different story)

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  17. multiplemichael

    IN THE DREAM:
    I see photographs of the expulsion of Adam and Eve
    …………was it an attempt to pierce the heart of God ?
    the more Jesus searched for his Mother the more SHE receded
    his life was a carnival of mirrors
    numerical mirrors
    Jesus had magnetic properties
    what kind of people did he attract ?
    Jesus lived in a world of sexual anti-matter
    innocent cats were often accidently destroyed

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  18. multiplemichael

    HOW COLORLESS IS WHITE ?
    SWEET TINGES OF YOKO
    WHEN YOU KISS HER YOU CAN TASTE HER TEETH
    IF HER TEETH ARE CLEAN THEY TASTE LIKE WHALE BONES
    SHE SAID THAT YOU ASKED HER TO CALL YOU “THE ANACONDA OF THE NORTH”
    BE CAREFUL TO NOT GO IN REVERSE WHEN THINKING OF JESUS
    THE DARKNESS IS FULL OF UNREGENERATED INFIDELS
    BABYLONIAN BABES ARE THE BEST…….CREATURES POSSESSED

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  19. multiplemichael

    BONDAGE FROM PLAYING HOUSE
    THE SQUARE GIRL THROWS CIRCLES ON THE FLOOR
    EACH ONE IS A WOMB EACH ONE WITH A PRISONER
    TIME-DEVOURING WORMS…TEMPTATIONS OF ADAM
    EACH GOLDEN SEED A FLESH FILLING OF THE VACUUM
    EVE CANNOT REACH THE DEVILS TO FLING THEM OUT
    DELUDED WORMS OF THE LORD CRASH THROUGH
    THE CRUEL GATES OPEN AND EDEN VANISHES
    OUR SWEET LORD IN A CROWN OF THORNS
    THE SERPENT A DEBT NEVER PAID
    ADAM AND HIS BRIGHT RED FORNICATION

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    • eatmorewords

      non blood letting bondage – Yoko is the safe word – some are barren some are fertile – others
      futile
      Adam had extra ribs – sticky and spare leaving molasses greasy rings at the mouth edges
      the edges of the opening
      soft edge entrance
      we’ve been here before i tell her

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      • multiplemichael

        AVANT-GARDE WOMAN WOUND UNFORTUNATELY DISEASED
        A SECRET DOOR OPENED AND NOW CLOSED IN POOR HEALTH
        POETS ABANDON LIFE BEFORE IT IS FINISHED
        TOYED WITH AND THEN FORGOTTEN
        AMERICANS ARE PROUD OF THOSE HUGE TREES IN CALIFORNIA
        THEY ARE SILENT ABOUT THE EXPLOITATION OF HUMAN SKIN

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      • eatmorewords

        “AVANT-GARDE WOMAN WOUND UNFORTUNATELY DISEASED” …was how she started her lonely heart ad…would it hook future suitors?

        (Did she come with a free gift?)
        (A resume of past exploits?)

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      • multiplemichael

        the question is——-did she cum ?
        female cums can range from a paper cut
        to concentric circular orbits bounced off Mars
        just think….the deafening clamor of hammering an avant-garde woman
        I leaned over the scaffolding and took a pee like Niagara Falls
        washed out the tubes for what was going to happen
        my apparatus was starting to look like an old-fashioned telephone
        although I live in southern Florida, I am turning into a New York City policeman
        the artistic eye of my manhood is ready to analyze and assault

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      • multiplemichael

        the edges of the opening…soft edge entrance
        I’ve been there before…possibly with her sister or her mother
        but never with her….the acrid smell of the disease
        buckets of pus on the upper balcony
        a stream of men had poked her
        the variety of size is almost beyond comprehension
        raw reality—the montage of men crawling on top of her
        the sailors were like clouds—all white and puffy
        they were throwing her the rope

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      • eatmorewords

        (that made me laugh…the letter thief) – rank appa
        – fingerprints over the capitals
        – (a missing f) the ive names in walls etched till nails splinter and crack
        – drive blood looks like ketchup from here
        soft entrances to escape the harshness –

        an abundance of clues
        the letter thief leaves spare consonants to deceive

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      • multiplemichael

        ebbing sensations were leaking from the monotonous pounding
        his motel meat threatened to numb her mental bud
        the anguish of having a passion bell that was slow
        outside the room in the lobby
        an uncooperative elevator
        was on the lip of upheaval

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      • eatmorewords

        she loosened her straight jacket just enough to let me in – the pounding was monotonous like jackhammers

        she informed me the Bermuda triangle was a square as I laughed as the lift passed – the Otis men waved

        a glint of recollection in their eyes
        they waved as they went up closer to the meat

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    • multiplemichael

      THE SERPENT A DEBT NEVER PAID
      SOCIAL PROMINENCE IN THE SQUARE GIRL WORLD
      WE’VE EXERCISED AND TESTED PETER
      NOW WE THROW SOME CIRCLES ON THE FLOOR
      MADE ME THINK ABOUT SOMEONE FROM THE PAST
      WHO DREW RED CIRCLES ON THE CALENDAR
      THIS IS THE FLOOD AND THIS IS WHEN WE START WORRYING
      NO FIRE, STORM, OR EARTHQUAKE COULD BE WORSE
      YOKO TOLD ME THAT SHE WANTED TO TAKE PART
      IN THE INTERPRETATION OF SCRIPTURE

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      • multiplemichael

        self-styled scribbling on the calendar
        guardians behind every face
        women in male disguise
        contaminated with size
        a big boy in the trap
        just feel that wood
        gonna make you confess
        make you wish you were home
        snug in your momma’s arms

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      • eatmorewords

        snug against warm milky breast
        weight lifter arms – secure with the one you came from – but she had a calendar code you could never crack – days with pen signs scribbled –
        colours meant something
        numbers and shapes –
        a code she devised one deep night as you sucked food from her tubes –
        the calendar was always there as a countdown to something biblical

        she held no truck with religion god/Jesus was a joke to her but she loved the Beatles – four points of a square – four points of a crucifix – she worked out formulas based on their second verses
        she found clues in middle eights

        she knew they were free from germs
        she knew who the walrus was and she touched Joan

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  20. multiplemichael

    THEATRICAL MASKS ON WILD ANIMALS
    RECREATION OF HISTORY BEFORE
    ACTORS, AUDIENCE, EITHER SPONTANEOUS
    OR ACCIDENTAL
    ETERNAL REPETITION OF WORDS
    OUR WORDS ARE LONG DEAD
    OUR MUSIC IS MECHANICAL
    OUR THOUGHTS ARE CODED
    ALL PEOPLE WANT A FULL HEAD OF HAIR
    MY FONDNESS FOR JESUS
    SUPERIOR BRAINWASHING AS A CHILD
    WITHOUT JESUS——-AFTER DEATH
    THERE WILL BE NO “QUIET SETTLING DOWN”
    ONLY A LONG SPELL IN THE BURNING LAKE

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  21. multiplemichael

    AS A CHILD, YOKO WAS RAISED ON A LIVING STAGE
    REAL PEOPLE WERE ACTORS
    REALITY WAS FORGED EVENTS
    CANVAS AND LUMBER PASSED FOR LOCATIONS
    WILLING SUSPENSIONS OF BELIEF
    SOMETIMES SPECTATORS CAME ON STAGE
    THIS IS HOW SHE MET THE KING OF THE BEATLES

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  22. multiplemichael

    CAVEMEN ARE IMITATING PRECEDING MODELS
    THEY HAVE NO IDENTITY…NO NEED FOR PEEK-HOLES
    NO LOST OR FOUND….WEAK REPRESENTATIONAL ART
    THERE ARE CLEAR BOUNDARIES THAT SEPARATE
    THE UNKNOWABLE REMAINS IN THE SHADOWS

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    • eatmorewords

      clear boundaries blurred by
      experience the thin hypothetical line – do you have heavy enough guts to jump when your finally at the end?
      the precipice
      the plinth
      the mantle

      when Yoko was told not to put her hand in the fire she put them both in – she wouldn’t be constrained – she learned the hard way but boy did she learn!

      Neanderthals only had experience as their guide but no way to communicate it – a blunt arrow
      a bullet minus the gun

      the Beatles king with no band

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      • multiplemichael

        RAGE AND FEAR ARE THE BULLETS WITHOUT THE GUN
        —–I HAVE READ WHAT I HAVE DONE—-
        I NO LONGER LURK IN THE JUNGLE
        GIVEN UP PROLONGED GNAWING
        NOT A SINGLE ITALIAN CIGARETTE IN THE HOUSE
        THE CRIMES HAVE BEEN WASHED AWAY
        NOT EVEN A HINT OF KANGAROO ODOR
        THE MEDICINE DOESN’T SEEM TO LESSEN THE THREATENING SHADOWS
        SATAN’S WHISTLE IS A VERY JARRING NOISE
        EVEN STRAIGHT MEN ARE EFFEMINATE
        MANY USE AN ODD PLASTIC DEVICE TO URINATE STANDING UP

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      • multiplemichael

        at the mercy of those who are bigger
        physical confrontations
        sudden power and glory in inches
        a measurement settles the issue
        ( talk about deflate the pompous and fraudulent )
        ( what if feelings are translated into direct action ? )
        obliged to grow up
        define-define-define a thousand defines
        limit and repress oh-dear-lord limit and repress
        the hidden and the forbidden
        never runaway or printed
        without breadth or depth —-how could you be a scientist ?

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      • multiplemichael

        ————THE BEATLES WITHOUT THEMSELVES————–
        the trouble started with spiritual emancipation
        acceptance of responsibility
        self-knowledge as a sin ?
        first, one discovers who narrates their life
        second, one destroys that someone
        then agents of GOD come angry
        ———————————————————————————-
        *fame encourages shortsightedness and spiritual blindness

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  23. multiplemichael

    CAVEMEN WERE CONSTANTLY PUTTING THEIR FAITH TO TEST
    BUZZ ME ABOUT INSTINCTUAL CRIMES
    NO REVERSE MIRRORS TO ANALYZE
    HOW REVOLTING TO EAT BAD MEAT
    WHAT MANNER OF POETIC LANGUAGE ?
    FULL CIRCLE
    WORDS OF OPPOSITE MEANING
    WE LOVE HATE
    PAY BIG MONEY FOR THE ATMOSPHERE OF EVIL
    THEATRICAL PORNOGRAPHY WITHIN OUR THOUGHTS
    BUZZ ME ABOUT INSTINCTUAL CRIMES
    WE WILL PROBE INTO REVERSE MIRRORS
    SERVE COLD-BLOODED BAD MEAT
    DISAGREEMENT WILL BE OUT THE WINDOW
    I CAN SMELL THE SLICK BLACK BULLS
    NEW BUDS BLOWN AND THEN A DANCE

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    • eatmorewords

      new buds blown new buds smoked down demonic devil in tight pants dances for your pleasure

      Yoko womb fury

      Joan’s elasticity

      Emily all forgotten about in the furthest reaches of the thread – dwindling google hits

      paint the ball red and tell them it’s a tomato – life in a sentence not even worth speaking – smoke and mirrors – the magicians sleeve hides elephants

      cavemen scratched with nails snapshots of their mute existence

      cavemen had the spoils of meat

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      • multiplemichael

        CAVEPEOPLE WENT AROUND TURNING DOMESTIC ANIMALS
        INTO WILD BEASTS
        SWARMING FLIES WOULD TOUCH THEIR POOP TRAPS
        CHAOS AND PUTRID DECAY WERE COMMONPLACE
        TO SAVE TIME PEOPLE WOULD SLEEP IN COFFINS
        AT SUNDAY SCHOOL THE PRIEST SPOKE OF BESTIALITY
        MARRIED MEN HAD NO TROUBLE ACTUALIZING IT

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      • multiplemichael

        CAVEMEN IN HANDCUFFS
        CARELESS WITH JOKES–JOKES HANDLED POORLY
        CAVEWOMEN IN HANDCUFFS
        SNAPSHOTS WITH EXACT TIMING
        SNAPSHOTS OF THE WEDDING NIGHT
        PRESERVING CAREFULLY IMAGES OF PENETRATION
        SHAKY SOLITUDE ? ELEMENTS ENTIRELY LACKING
        ADHERENCE TO THE RELIGION–THE WORDS OF THE PSALM
        TURNING ASIDE NATURAL PASSIONS
        THE STOP-SIGN OF MORALITY
        SADO-MASOCHISTIC RELIGION
        CHURCHGOERS IN HANDCUFFS
        THE SNAPSHOTS ARE A SUCCESSION OF DISASTROUS ATTEMPTS
        THE PRYING EYES OF TOURISTS AROUSED BY THE LIFELESS EMBRACING
        THE SEDUCTION LIKE A CAT POUNCING ON A MOUSE
        WHO COULD ANSWER THE LURID QUESTIONS ?
        WHO COULD COLOR THE HUMOR ANYTHING BUT BLACK ?

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      • multiplemichael

        CAVEMEN KNEW THAT SEXUAL DESIRE COULD NEVER BE CONQUERED
        DREAMS OF COUPLING FILLED THE NIGHT
        SAVAGE FEELINGS SCRATCHED ON ROCKS
        ONCE DRAWN THE IMAGES COULDN’T BE FORGOTTEN
        ART BECOMES SOMETHING ONE WANTS YET CANNOT HAVE

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      • eatmorewords

        thousands of lost souls lost on the highways – ghost cars zoom by –
        NO HITCHIKERS on this stretch – billboards advertising things
        billboards 200feet long so you can read them when you speed by – THEY’VE THOUGHT OF EVERYTHING

        What do you do when you feel like you’re living a lie?

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  24. multiplemichael

    —————————————–DOUBLE-MINDED MIKE———————————————–
    NO ONE TRYS TO ESCAPE
    THE DEVIL’S PALACE
    MY ROOM HAD AN ENORMOUS WINDOW
    WHERE I COULD SIT
    AND ADMIRE THE SLICK BLACK BULLS
    THEIR SWEET AROMA
    WAS HEAVENLY AT NIGHT
    I COULD EMPTY MY MIND
    AND BECOME ONE OF THEM

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  25. multiplemichael

    counterfeit teeth in the smile
    a smile forced by a ringmaster
    lips in physical tension
    gonna smile gonna smile
    and then danger is averted
    welcome the dark waters of laughter
    a wet pillow and a wet blanket
    the blindfold of HOME

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    • eatmorewords

      the ringmaster looks in control –
      the stove pipe hat –
      the red jacket gold coins buttons – the whip – white teeth above the lustrous moustache – but he fears the lions
      he hates the lions – killer meat with…

      he begs her not to send him to work – the big top will not leave town
      the sawdust and the fear mingle ad choke him

      the whip hand trembles

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      • multiplemichael

        TALK ABOUT SWEAT-SOAKED TORMENT
        ANY MENTION OF THE WHIP HAND IS ENOUGH TO SET ME OFF
        THEY CALL IT A “TRIGGER”
        THERE ARE MILLIONS OF THEM:
        BABIES WITH CANCER, HEADLESS DOVES, HEART WORMS, JOAN RIVERS
        —————ANYWAY, YOU HAVE THE WHIP HAND TREMBLING
        WHAT DIRECTION IS THAT GOING ?
        I’M THINKING AVANT-GARDE—-I’M USUALLY SAFE IF I THINK AVANT-GARDE
        I DON’T KNOW—-A TREMBLING HAND MAKES ME THINK YOUNG HORMONES
        A SPECIFIC EFFECT ? A LITTLE LUBE AND A TREMBLING HAND IN BED

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      • multiplemichael

        ———————–THE WHIP HAND TREMBLES————————
        VENOMOUS AND UNFORGIVING AT GROUND ZERO
        “HEYDAY IN THE BLOOD”
        SEXUAL APPETITES–CALL IT LOVE–THE BASE LEVEL
        FREUDIANS CHANT AS THEY JOURNEY FURTHER AND FURTHER
        INTO THE BOWELS…THEIR LOSTNESS UNITES THEM
        IN THE HEART OF THE MAZE (BRAIN) ONE MUST KILL THE MONSTER
        JOHNNY BOY SCRIPTING THE ENTIRE SCREENPLAY

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      • eatmorewords

        pee buckets catch the rain it falls and it always will – I have seen the buckets –

        Evil Kneivel knew the truth – he built a ramp pointed at the firmament – he wore the clothes of a man who didn’t trifle with the small things – he hated the Beatles – he was a Jerry Lee man – bike grease in his hair – an attempt to leap away from the demons

        He wrote his own scripts –
        praise the engine that brought him here

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      • multiplemichael

        everyone asks for emotional androgyny at the Santa Shack
        the lip service people want and expect
        well folks, lip service is too hard to maintain
        it seems very easy to defeat yourself
        you catch yourself competing against yourself
        other people have opponents
        you have yourself
        I guess some people have to go to the carnival
        to recognize gender differences
        sawdust and fear

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      • multiplemichael

        I’m so tired of STICK people requesting emotional androgyny
        WHAT ABOUT EVALUATION ANXIETY ?
        are people still trying to liberate France ?
        there seems to be an uncooperative elevator
        in my life
        it forces me to be overly attentive
        an elevator hungry for “babying”
        it wants three-dimensional people
        not STICK people

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      • multiplemichael

        don’t ask me why—this elevator has a thing for Milan Kundera
        it has daydreams about rubbing its verbal agenda
        against the naked ears of riders
        penetration of the audioreceptors ?

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      • multiplemichael

        the performative and theatrical nature of sodomy
        bubbles and buds me lads bubbles and buds
        thinking about external voyeuristic eyes
        the piggyback of mental health
        life-size dolls but no birth
        mechanical cooter ?
        is poetry possible ?
        uppercase with lowercase brown
        negative awareness
        YOU WANTED POETRY
        YOU BACKDOORED PROSE

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      • multiplemichael

        THE WHIP HAND CANNOT BREAK BREAD
        CHILDLIKE BELIEF IN COMMUNION
        AWAKENING IN ADULT BREAD AND ADULT WINE
        GENESIS MAY NOT BE AVAILABLE
        MASCULINIZED FREEDOM
        OUTSIDE THE RANGE OF SIRENS
        EACH DAY WAS GRADUAL PENETRATION
        NO-LONGER-VIRGINAL TOMORROW

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      • multiplemichael

        THE WHIP HAND POINTS AT LEGIONS OF ANGELS
        WHO MAKE FRICTION OF THE FLESH
        THEIR CALLING CARD TO GOD
        “LOOK JESUS, HEAVENLY REWARD ON THE EARTHLY REALM”
        HUMAN FACES AND PLEASURE CONVULSED WITH PAIN

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      • multiplemichael

        EXPOSED TO CONSIDERABLE SODOMY
        —in Kentucky, they call it zipper instinct
        HOW MANY TIMES DID YOU PROMISE
        TO MOVE FROM DEVIANCY TO NORMALCY ?
        A BUDDING INTELLECTUAL IN THE POETRY WORLD
        YOU WERE WRITING LOVE LETTERS TO BILLIE HOLIDAY
        AND SHE WAS EITHER DEAD OR NOT BORN YET
        HER SNATCH SMELLED LIKE EGGED MAYONNAISE

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  26. multiplemichael

    POETRY ABOUT THE WEIGHT OF INHERITED SORROW
    WE DRAG THAT WEIGHT IN ONE DIRECTION
    TO THE LADDER OF OUR ESCAPE
    I SPEAK THE TRUTH
    WE CAN CLIMB FREE OF THE CLOUDS
    REORIENTATION IS THE TICKET
    OUR RETURN TO HARMONY AND WHOLENESS

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    • multiplemichael

      I didn’t want to look in the box—it was a box of tongues
      Pentecostal tongues from Kentucky
      they spoke of clay Adam
      they spoke of the laboratory where Eve was made
      the frustrations of physical love
      self-propelled birth
      we were a mutinous lot
      to brave life and overcome death
      human imperfections—half-glimpses

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    • multiplemichael

      YOU WERE DRIVING FAST
      PSYCHOPHARMACOLOGICAL
      NASCAR FAST
      EMPHASIS ON SEXUALIZED SUBSTITUTION
      EROS AND LANGUAGE
      UNLUCKY PREGNANT SENTENCES
      ROAD MAPS OF WASTED LIFE
      BLASPHEMY ON THE WINDSHIELD
      NOT LIKELY TO FIND EVER LESS MERCY

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      • eatmorewords

        NASCAR is just cars going in a circles
        round and around
        cheered on by sun-tanned leather necked men
        in caps with trucker logos and the names of
        lawnmowers all related to each other in biblical ways
        they know no words
        dead bugs on the windshield
        in a place where they don’t understand straight lines
        and zero concept of turning right

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  27. multiplemichael

    THE WHITE HOUSE ANNOUNCED TODAY
    THERE MAY BE A REDUCTION IN THE NUMBER OF WOMEN
    procreation will come to a near standstill
    masturbation and homosexual attachments
    will be outlawed and frowned upon
    repeat offenders will be removed from society

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  28. multiplemichael

    at night you can hear them erasing the traces of the past
    young women kept in camps for breeding purposes
    older women repeatedly raped and forced into work details
    romantic love no longer exists, adventures of the heart gone
    common citizens in a state of ignorance
    welcome brutality with a smile

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    • multiplemichael

      in a world of lies
      someone secretly writes down the truth
      and keeps it hidden and safe
      betrayal is everywhere
      never trust a photograph
      or the words of a “honest” man
      masculinity and brutality go hand-in-hand
      feudal society feeds itself
      procreation is being God
      to make real MEN
      not naked apes

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      • multiplemichael

        dreams of running wild in the upper echelons
        heavenly privileges denied to so many others
        THANK GOD HISTORY HAS DIED !!!
        dreams of running wild in the upper echelons
        heavenly privileges denied to so many others

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      • multiplemichael

        WHO IS THE KING LORD OF DOMINATION ?
        people struggled but no heroes
        the pursuit of male supremacy
        phallic pride erect and on display
        women reduced to a biological function
        no longer a looking-glass of extremes

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      • eatmorewords

        previous tinkerings,
        the odd modulation of frequencies,
        the blackboard scribbling erased with a broad swipe told her my dalliances with invention were fruitless – she wanted hard facts, not fumblings with the truth,
        nothing outside her parameters

        – I wanted to tell her I thought she smelt of dead raccoons,
        smelt like damp Kentucky caves
        but I couldn’t,
        why would I?

        (I don’t even know if they have caves in Kentucky)

        —–

        The sun has escaped the confines of a long winter.

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      • eatmorewords

        he commented on the comments and he commented on the comments and he commented on the comments and he commented on the comments and no one read them they were below the watermark hidden like small print –

        – the mask shop did a roaring trade in Joan mask – ten a day everyday – each one came with a random sentence from the comments

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      • multiplemichael

        WORDS ARE A FORM OF CURRENCY
        ________________________________
        SO MANY PEOPLE CANNOT BE TAUGHT TO READ
        APPOINTED IGNORANCE: THE MASSES ILLITERATE
        PAYMENTS FOR BURIAL INSURANCE
        GRAVE-DIGGING EXPENSES SEPARATE
        CAN THE POET REMAIN SILENT ?
        BELOW THE WATERMARK ?
        TO SURVIVE YOU MUST WADE THROUGH THE SLAUGHTER
        TO SURVIVE YOU MUST WADE THROUGH THE SLAUGHTER
        HIDDEN LIKE SMALL PRINT ?
        EXPRESSIONS/SEEDS
        THE HORN OF PLENTY
        DISRUPTIVENESS
        I’LL BEND YOUR ARM BACKWARDS
        BUT I WILL NOT BREAK IT
        I WRITE BELOW THE WATERMARK
        I WRITE IN EXTRA SMALL PRINT
        I’M NOT SO SMART BUT I CAN READ AND WRITE

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      • multiplemichael

        THE POET PICKED UP 2000 WITHERED LEAVES
        HOPING TO TRADE THEM FOR PASTORAL WORDS
        JOHNNY BOY AND HIS PARTICULAR ANXIETIES
        POETRY AND IDENTITY
        THE CONSTANT “LEVELLING” EFFECT
        LABOURING SYMPATHY
        POETRY-LOVER SPRAYED ON THE DOOR
        WORKING-CLASS POET, A KINDRED SPIRIT

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      • multiplemichael

        OFTEN IN THE CAVES OF KENTUCKY
        ONE FINDS PILES OF MANGLED BONES
        WAILED AND WEPT THESE TROPHIES
        CHILDREN OF DAUGHTERS
        WHO CAN PRAISE ABSTRACTNESS ?
        THEY PUT FAR TOO MANY NOTES IN MUSIC
        EDUCATED LISTENERS REFUSE TO COUNT THEM
        GOOD LORD—-TO ANTICIPATE AN AUDIENCE

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      • multiplemichael

        OPEN TO UNKNOWN AND FAR DISTANT READERS
        MEMORIALS WRITTEN WITHOUT COUNTING LETTERS
        JOHNNY, YOU MAY BE DEAD
        YOUR EYES CLOSING
        LIVING A COUNTERFEIT LIFE
        HOW LONG CAN IT LAST ?
        ILLITERATE DENIZENS CROWD YOUR SPACE
        SLOWLY BECOMING A CARICATURE
        YOU CATCH YOURSELF BEING ERASED

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      • eatmorewords

        the mayor of Kentucky has been in touch
        word has got back to him regarding comments made about Kentucky caves – he wants answers

        people can still see my outline, I’m not full erased, faint, see through but still visible

        I have hidden poems under rocks and in trees, I have tied them to the necks of birds and set them free

        don’t worry MM, if my eyes are closing it’s cause I’m sleeping

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  29. multiplemichael

    YOU SAY THAT YOU WAKE UP WET ON THE SHORE
    BUSY HOUSEWIVES AND SNOTTY-NOSE CHILDREN STARE
    YOUR LIFE WRITTEN FOR NON-READERS
    YOU CAN REJOIN THE LIVING
    GIVE SHAPE TO YOUR SHAPELESS SELF
    *ordinary intercourse is priceless

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    • eatmorewords

      Encyclopaedic knowledge of nothing
      100% dedication
      to the wrong thing

      he’s a good looking man but he has legs like twigs
      she is an attractive lady with hair like a thorn bush
      bleeding fingers run through the foliage

      these days, people don’t light cigarettes they turn them on

      all things are electric

      I run 50km a week but I always end up back in the same place, shorter of breath, weaker of knee

      just think about it all
      dedicate an hour a day to it

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  30. multiplemichael

    IN AN EASY POSITION AND BY SHORT STAGES
    AUTHENTIC LIFE NOT THE FALSIFYING PLEASURE
    SAFE FROM PEOPLE WHO MIRROR THE SOUL
    WE ARE ALL MOVING THROUGH A PARTICULAR POINT
    THE EVERLASTING STARE, EVER-WATCHFUL EYES
    AT THE END WE SHALL SEE AS WELL AS BE SEEN
    ACCEPTANCE IN EXPECTANT LOOK

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    • multiplemichael

      CAN YOU SHAKE THE GHOSTLY IMAGE ?
      PEEP BEHIND THE VEIL ?
      the dilemma of being ready for worms
      IGNORE THE BONES ?
      pressed against the groin
      DRY SEX BEGGING FOR WET TONGUE
      MARRIED TO THE WIFE AND THE HAND
      FREE PLAY WITHOUT THE BURDEN OF POETRY
      KARMIC LAW IS ALL AMERICAN…AN OCCULT STOP SIGN
      REWARDED WITH ABNORMAL ODDITIES
      NOT LIKE GOLDEN HONEY
      DRIPPING MASHED POTATO AT INTERVALS
      TWENTY DOLLARS FOR THE SMELL OF PINE NEEDLES
      TWENTY DOLLARS FOR 15 MINUTES OF JAZZ
      you can center your gravity
      IF YOU ARE TO SEE THINGS, USE YOUR INNER EYES
      YOU MAY BE DOMESTIC BUT YOU ARE NOT A MOUNTAIN HERMIT
      YOU MAY HAVE READ OF SLEEPING IN THE WILDS OF NATURE
      OR THE NOVELTY OF TOUCHING A LUBED HORSE’S BUTTOCKS

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      • eatmorewords

        the pleasure of pushing your finger through a hope in cloth to feel what’s on the other side – blindfolded circus games
        Piñata filled with fortune cookie predictions which will never come true – piñata smashed with a cricket stump
        you live in a town that has different meanings – the spies are still out there –
        furtive glances
        the smell of new shoes
        as a child you used to lick the side of coins, the copper coil, the tongue running along the edge, the taste…
        it tasted like blood, coins carry germs, jangling in pockets near the sac. The smell of a coin, the metal token
        paper money is becoming obsolete everything is just zeroes and ones

        15 minutes of jazz

        A lifetime of pleasure

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  31. multiplemichael

    masturbating looking at a road map
    to go, to be free
    no need to worry
    the road map makes you like God
    you’ll never be lost
    you know where you’re going
    the road map is mother, wife, your best friend
    a road map and a bag of coins
    weeks no longer have a limited number of days
    except for nicotine and sex all other repetition is discarded

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    • multiplemichael

      DO I NEED TO MENTION THAT ONCE YOU DISCARD REPETITION
      IT WILL BECOME VERY ANGRY
      NO COLORIST COULD MATCH THAT ANGER VALUE
      ——-THERE WILL BE TERRIBLE DISGRACE AND PUBLIC EMBARRASSMENT
      YOU MUST NOT TURN BACK
      THEY WILL FALL ON EMPTY SOIL
      AND GROW NOT
      AND FINALLY VANISH WITH THE WIND
      THE PAST MEANS NOTHING
      YOU HAVE PAID YOUR DUES
      YOU ARE NO LONGER FIXED WITHIN OR WITHOUT
      YOU ARE FREE
      GO FORWARD

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      • multiplemichael

        PEOPLE WITH CHICKEN-WIRE PERSONALITIES
        A SOCIAL LIFE CLUTTERED WITH QUARRELING SQUIRRELS
        UNWRAPPED CHRISTMAS GIFTS FROM 1976
        SHOULD YOU WASH YOUR FACE WITH ACID ?
        ——————————————————————-
        SOMEBODY SAID THAT THE PORTRAITS
        IN THE DOLLAR STORE FRAMES
        ARE MODELS AND NOT YOUR RELATIVES
        ARE THE YOUNG ONES MOVIE STARS ?
        PRIMITIVE HUMAN FORMS
        BARNACLES AND BULGES
        AND AWARD WINNING FOREHEADS

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      • multiplemichael

        PEOPLE SEEM TO BE VITAL COMPONENTS
        IN YOUR DAY-TO-DAY WORLD
        —the weathered folks have slipped away
        ELEVATORS ACROSS THE LANDSCAPE
        RICH PEOPLE BURIED IN ELEVATORS
        THE MOVING DEAD
        GAY-DREAMS ABOUT A POLISHED HEARSE
        A DRIVER WITH A SILK HAT
        A FROST POEM IN HIS POCKET
        HE SAYS, “MY EMPLOYMENT ISOLATES ME”
        I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT IT WAS THE CHEMICAL SMELL

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  32. multiplemichael

    IGNORING THE MUD BETWEEN THEIR TOES
    LOTS OF CHANCE ENCOUNTERS
    PRETENTIOUS PATTY-CAKE
    AND THEN REMARKABLE SEX
    UP, DOWN, HALF-WAY IN, HALF-WAY OUT
    PERSISTENT FRICTION
    EVE SCREAMS AND ACTS LIKE AN ANGRY BEAR
    SHE WOULD BE RIGID WITH DEATH ONE DAY
    OUTSIDE THE GARDEN, A SIDE-SHOW BARKER
    SCREAMS, “SHE COMES SHE GOES, DEATH SELDOM WAITS”

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    • multiplemichael

      —-ADAM AND EVE WERE THE SHADOWS OF GOD’S MOTHER AND FATHER—
      the side-show barker says, “Adam is as naked as your father !”
      GOD MAKES A PERFECT WORLD
      A PERFECT GARDEN WELL PROTECTED (?)
      MAKES ADAM AND EVE BASED ON HIS PARENTS
      WHO WAS THE SERPENT BASED ON ?

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    • multiplemichael

      WHISKEY AND SILKEN CROTCHES
      POVERTY AND STUPIDITY
      PLEADING FOR MASCULINITY
      WADDED UNDERWEAR LIKE PETER NORTH
      POETS WITH PURPOSELESS WORDS
      POETS LISTED AS AUTOMATONS
      LACKING TORNADOES IN THEIR SAC
      LABORATORY EXPERIMENTS AS ROMANCE
      WARM ELECTRIC LIPS
      VIBRATING TWIGS FOR THE TRUNK
      ARTIFACTS FROM THE GUTTER
      A POET WITH A VERBAL ACT
      A LONG PAUSE AND THEN JISM
      AN AROMA THAT WILL NOT WASH OFF
      THE SINUOSITY OF SIN TIMES TEN

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      • eatmorewords

        the town is an invention made up of words it exists below the comments after the full stops
        sparks jumping from tesla coils
        coming off the conveyor belts at the Leviathan factory – super sharp space age cutlery
        there are names that people will forget
        empty swings in the parks
        religious wrestlers paranoid mothers lonely men with bad habits – online life’s
        empty husks
        all written at once automatic robotic let the words lead you
        to the hotel of bibles and chambermaids with smooth skin and then take time to read this all ALOUD

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      • multiplemichael

        POETRY THAT CONTAMINATES ITS READERS
        AN OILY RESIDUE OF MEANING
        READERS ASK FOR THAT
        —who the hell reads poetry ?
        $85+TAX TO SPEND THE NIGHT IN THE MOTEL OF POETRY
        WHEN THE CLERK HANDS YOU THE KEY/CARD
        THAT MOMENT IS THE THRESHOLD OF PLEASURE

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      • multiplemichael

        THERE WERE NO SECRETS ABOUT THE ANXIETIES
        AT THE LEVIATHAN FACTORY
        WOMEN SUFFERING EXTREME STRESS
        IN EASY ACCESS OF SHARP CUTLERY
        WEAKER MEN HAVE BEEN KNOWN TO CRACK UP
        IT IS WELL KNOWN THAT THEY REFUSE TO HIRE POETS
        A LARGE NUMBER OF THE FEMALE STAFF
        ARE CONTINOUSLY PREGNANT
        SEXUAL SELF-EDUCATION
        SEEMS TO BE A SLOW PROCESS
        ALWAYS THE PATH AND NOT THE DESTINATION

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      • multiplemichael

        I REMEMBER WHEN YOU READ THAT NOTE FROM YOUR PARENTS
        —was that below the comments ?
        LIFE SEEMED LIKE IT CAME OFF THE CONVEYOR BELT
        YOU WERE A SECRET POET AND YOU WORKED AT THE LEVIATHAN PLANT
        MANY NAMES WILL BE FORGOTTEN BUT NEVER THAT OF JOHNNY BOY

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      • multiplemichael

        IN KENTUCKY INCEST IS BARELY DISGUISED
        SISTERS AND MOTHERS ARE PASSED AROUND
        MONSTERS TO BE KILLED WITH SEX
        OVER AND OVER BUT DEATH DOES NOT COME
        THE GUILTY SAY THAT THEY ARE “ADAM AND EVE”
        WE ARE OF THE SAME BLOOD, “OUR FATHER”
        OUR SHUDDERS OF RESPONSE ARE THE SAME

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  33. multiplemichael

    “AN ORPHAN AND A BEGGAR”
    THE PHRASE IS REPEATED DAILY
    SOMETIMES WHEN YOU LOOK AT YOUR HORNS
    IN THE BATHROOM MIRROR
    BEFORE WORK
    YOU WONDER WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE TO BE AN AMERICAN
    TO BE FREE OF THE LEVIATHAN FACTORY AND CUTLERY
    ORPHANS HAVE NO NEED OF HISTORY
    THREE MINUTES AFTER THE EXPULSION
    WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE ?
    YOU SHOULD CHANGE YOUR NAME
    ALPHONSE IS A RATHER ODD NAME

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    • multiplemichael

      POETRY ABOUT SECRET FACES AND HUMAN FRAMES
      RADIUM GOES GOOD WITH SEX AND DEATH
      IGNORE THE FEVER AND THE SLIGHT PAIN
      SOMEDAY YOUNG PEOPLE WILL BE FREE
      THEIR ORGANS SAFE
      FROM THE WEALTHY SLAUGHTERHOUSES
      AMAZON WILL SELL EVERYTHING
      INCLUDING MINIATURIZED MOVIE STARS
      EVERYONE KNOWS YOU’RE BEING GNAWED BY WORMS
      YOU OFTEN REFER TO THEM AS YOUR “HISTORIES”

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      • multiplemichael

        ———————-erotic in the Sacher-Masochian frame of mind—–
        streets of sin and sweets, biblical phrases everywhere
        hours of the day weighed with strange words
        soiled words……soiled words that bite like a serpent
        forbidden adultery on the tongues of male language
        racy and raunchy with excremental undertones
        organic farts….sulphurous
        held and then released

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  34. multiplemichael

    ODOR DISPERSAL WAS ON YOUR MIND
    WORMS GNAWED
    WORMS WITH AN ONIONY UNDERARM DISCHARGE
    ONE WORM WITH AN EJACULATE
    SINGULAR DEVOTION TO THAT WORM
    MASTURBATORS WITH THE PERFECT HOBBY
    LIFE IS A BISEXUAL MOVIE

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  35. multiplemichael

    LIFE IS A BISEXUAL MOVIE FULL OF MEASUREMENTS
    THE BIG QUESTION IS, ARE YOU AN ORDINARY MAN ?
    POETRY OFTEN FINDS ITSELF IN THE MIDDLE OF A PLOT
    CRYPTOGRAPHIC IN A SENSE, SOILED WORDS
    UNUSUAL POWERS OF MIND, HELPFUL INFORMATION
    SHE WANTED A MAN WITH THE CORRECT EYEHOLES
    HER MOTHER HAD LIVED WITH BACK BENT
    HER MOTHER WHO WENT THROUGH SEVEN SHOVELS
    HER MOTHER WHO WAS MARRIED TO A BLIND MAN
    GOD HAD MADE A MISTAKE WITH HIS PEEPHOLES

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    • multiplemichael

      A DETECTIVE ASKED ME ABOUT YOUR PSEUDONYM
      WHAT WAS I TO SAY ?
      HE HAD HEARD OF YOUR SULPHUROUS FARTS
      THE GRAY MYSTERY MEAT WITH THE ODD BONES
      TO IT THAT HAS DONE THE WRONG
      I TOLD HIM YOU WERE A SIMPLE NORSEMAN
      I SAID THAT BECAUSE I AM A SIMPLE NORSEMAN
      WHAT WAS I TO SAY ?
      I AM CRUSOE AND YOU EDGAR POE

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      • multiplemichael

        IS IT TRUE YOU PAY PEOPLE TO BE ANXIOUS READERS ?
        $10 FOR SYLVIA PLATH TO LABOR THE VERBAL UGLINESS
        WORDS THAT BRING FURTHER DEATH INTO THE WORLD
        LOATHSOME WORDS FOUND IN CEMETERY FENCES
        BLOWN THERE BY WINDS OF DESPAIR
        *your real parents were figure-skaters

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  36. multiplemichael

    SWASTIKA NIGHT AT THE JEWISH HOEDOWN
    ONLY THE UPPER ECHELONS ARE WELCOME
    ————–PRIVILEGES DENIED TO OTHERS—-
    POETRY WRITTEN ON DOLLAR STORE STOCK
    POOR PEOPLE CIRCLE FRUITLESSLY
    SEEDS OF SUPPRESSION UNDERFOOT
    NO CURVES OR WIGGLES
    IN A STRAIGHT WORLD

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    • eatmorewords

      the night of slamming doors
      of fire alarms splitting the night – the milk screams of toothless babes – tired eyes shell shock the lowest ebb
      a nadir
      at sometime AM
      the moon has a headache –

      a low level screech undercuts everything – a Yoko machine wails loudly and keeps the dogs at bay – shopkeepers use the Yoko machine to keep away gaggles of slack-jawed youth

      scribbled something, an attempt at poetry on the back of an envelope –

      (you’ll come back to it at a later date and realise it was rubbish)

      you return to everything you’ve ever down and realise the futility if all your actions – but at least
      you recognise it before it’s to late

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      • multiplemichael

        THERE IS A YOKO MACHINE ON THE STREET CORNER OF YOUR CHILDHOOD
        MODELED SEEMINGLY UPON THE MOBILE AND IRRESPONSIBLE POET
        POETS ARE RARELY COHERENT OR UNIFIED, SOCIOPATHIC ERASED
        PARTICIPATORY READING, READERS DRAG IN NIGHTSHADE POISON
        SOUNDS FROM THE YOKO MACHINE HAVE OPENINGS
        CAT WAILS AND CAR DOOR SLAMS ON THE FINGERS
        ADMITTEDLY ENTERTAINING ON HALLOWEEN
        OUT OF THE CHAOS AND CRAZINESS
        YOKO ONO, THE OLDEST LIVING WOMAN
        HAILS AS THE QUEEN OF ABSURDITY
        SURREALISM HAS THROWN HER TO THE STREET
        —————-WRONG GENDER——————————
        IF SHE ONLY PLAYED DRUMS OR A DRUM
        SADLY, PEOPLE CHUCKLE AT HER ORAL INTERPRETATIONS
        WHITE TEENAGE BOYS TOSS POCKET-KNIVES AT THE YOKO MACHINE
        FOOLING AROUND OUTSIDE HAS BECOME A THING OF THE PAST
        ALL RITUALIZED PLAY HAPPENS INDOORS IN FRONT OF A SCREEN
        THE EMPTINESS OF PUBERTY IS EVEN MORE EMPTY
        EROTIC DAYDREAMS ARE SCRAPS SEIZED AND RELEASED
        MOUTH TO MOUTH SLAMMING DOORS
        FIRE ALARMS THAT PURIFY
        FAMILY NAMES AND NICKNAMES
        UNRAVEL THE KNOTTED LINEAGE
        PERSONAL PLEASURE IN MILK
        MILK-RETENTIVE, NEUROTICALLY HOLLOW
        ENDLESS HUNDRED DOLLAR BILLS
        MISSING THANK-YOU NOTES
        SELF-CENTERED
        CUFFS ROLLED UP
        YOKO ONO
        UNDERSIZED HEROINE
        NURTURANT POWER ?
        WEALTH AND MORE FILTHY WEALTH
        ODDLY GARBLED SOUNDS FROM THE MACHINE
        TRYING TO PASS A GIANT RUTABAGA SIZE KIDNEY STONE
        BIZARRE CARICATURES OF HER POSTED IN POST OFFICES
        GUILTY OF WARPED BEHAVIOR, IMITATING LIFE AND ART
        INCLUDING THE AUDIENCE AS PARTICIPANTS
        RECOGNIZABLE HOSTILITY
        CUT OFF FROM KNOWLEDGE OF DEAD HUSBAND

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      • eatmorewords

        the Yoko machine was made by Leviathan cutlery and retailed for £127
        (I don’t know the $ to £ conversion)

        – original blueprints are stored in a secret location. Just south of Stockholm – copyrighted to an persons Unknown – but definitely not teenagers – the penmanship has never been authenticated but then again Normans mother never left fingerprints
        left no trace
        invisible against the backdrop in her wake

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  37. multiplemichael

    YOKO WAS SO CAREFULLY SEWN
    AS IF BY ANGELS
    I TOUCHED HER OFTEN
    THANKFULLY, HER BODY
    WAS ONLY A UNIT OF THE WHOLE
    WITH HER BLUE WINGS
    SHE WAS A TRUE FORCE
    I OFTEN THOUGHT
    SHE COULD FLAP ME
    INTO HEAVEN
    ————————————————-
    THERE WERE ENDLESS NUMBERS OF ANONYMOUS VICTIMS
    HUGE SUMS OF CASH MONEY REQUIRE THAT PEOPLE
    BE FOOLED, CHEATED, INJURED…..LOVE LIKEWISE
    I LET NO MAN STAND BETWEEN US
    THE CONSTANT SUPPLY OF MILK MADE JUNKIES CRAZY
    I KILLED MILKMEN WITH BULLETS AND KNIVES
    WASHED OFF THEIR BLOOD AS IF IN RITUAL
    AND MADE WILD CRAZY LOVE WITH MY WOMAN
    YOKO WOULD SING LIKE A CANARY ON MESCALINE

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  38. multiplemichael

    KEEP AN ORIFICE BEHIND THE DOOR
    PUT UP A SIGN “KEEP MOIST”
    SOME PEOPLE ESTABLISH SIMILITUDES
    OF BODY PARTS VISIBLE
    AND OTHERWISE
    LUBRICATED ORIFICE BEHIND THE DOOR
    YOKO WITH FLUID OF HER OWN ORIGIN
    A DOWNWARD PATH INWARD
    PUPPY SKIN AND FEATHERS
    AND HARPY TEETH
    THOUSANDS OF TIMES I TOUCHED HER
    THE GUILT LIKE GLOVES
    I CANNOT REMOVE

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  39. multiplemichael

    “I DARE YOU TO SAY JESUS IN A ROOM FULL OF BLIND PEOPLE”
    influence from the world beyond
    all poets are inspired prophets
    poetry readers buy baby formula at the dollar store
    they know the infant will thrive, nursing from long dead cows
    between appearance and reality, embracing the whole cow
    blind in a thousand ways with perfect eyes
    sick cows stand in need of interpretation
    sick cows collapsed with bloody froth
    the seer’s phrases—can they be defined ?
    the wily beggar talk-box owns your soul
    the subsoil is there, your roots are bound
    superhuman powers
    think about it

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    • eatmorewords

      bovine shadows and silhouettes cast in the room of the deaf – there was no need to shout Jesus –
      no one believed in ghosts or fairy tales –
      not anymore
      not now

      slaughter the beast leave nothing to waste eat the meat wear the skin make fantastic jewellery from the bones look into the eyes

      I often stand at the crossroad and just

      Close my eyes

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      • multiplemichael

        MARRIAGE BEDS IN CIRCLES AROUND THE CHURCH
        VICIOUS AND REPULSIVE NESTS DEEMED ACCEPTABLE
        ROMANTIC DEVELOPMENTS ONE WOULD RATHER ADVOID
        THE PLAYFUL DAYS GO AND NEVER RETURN
        EXCESSIVE PLEASURE IS A PRIVATE EVENT PAST
        PRIVATE TUTORS, TIPTOEING AROUND CLEVER FINGERS
        STERN THOUGHTS INTO GENTLE WAVES….WICKED SYLLABLES
        THE SMOKE OF MONSTERS IS EVERYWHERE…JESUS IN FULL VIEW

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      • eatmorewords

        the obituary never even mentioned her name, just small clues that meant nothing to the uninformed

        cuddling her was like gripping a cactus

        she was locked in a house
        Beefheart pressure to write non stop
        vibration like earthquakes

        holding her was like carrying a grenade without the pin

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      • multiplemichael

        I WANTED TO RIFLE THROUGH YOUR POSSESSIONS
        TO TOUCH YOUR MONEY BOX IN A SCHOOLBOY WAY
        MATHEMATICS, HOSTAGES AND A RANSOM IN AMERICAN
        DAYDREAMS THAT DISARM THE BITTERNESS OF REALITY
        ECSTATIC FRENZY IN WHICH NO MODERATION IS SHOWN
        HAVING NO OPTION BUT TO SERVICE ALL GENDERS
        SAVAGERY IN THE BEDROOM, INCAPABLE OF RESTRAINT
        FEAR NOT FOR THERE IS NO PROPER TIME
        TO RECOGNIZE OUR SIMILARITY
        AS OUR WORDS OF INTEREST
        VARY SO

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      • eatmorewords

        her knees looked like angry fists
        her face, it looked like a botched plastic surgeons attempts at perfection
        her
        fingers that want to pilfer your possessions to steal the very fabric that covers you to delve inside body and mind
        now
        the end of the maths equation
        the answer
        the freed hostages of logic

        frozen in frenzy ecstatic
        static over skin
        the small buzzes that tell you you’re alive

        our words our comfort blankets for the children of the future
        a future where hotel have letters that have dropped from their signs

        “HOT L”
        flashes into the emptiness of this city night
        “NO VAC S”

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      • multiplemichael

        I have spent so many words rambling through my thoughts
        the honeymoon photograph of your wife
        with her knees like angry fists
        Bob Dylan: “whimsies and humors and angry knees like fists”
        poets are always forced to speculate
        an anecdote full of witty sallies
        possibly adult rated
        just the word, sodomy
        the room downstairs
        where one keeps the dictionary
        fingers that pilfer, collaborators
        doubles within ourselves
        multiple michaels
        manuring wordpress

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      • multiplemichael

        ARITHMETIC OUTSIDE BARKING
        BEYOND THE POWER OF NUMBERS
        CHANCE GOVERNS THE POETRY WORLD
        STEP UP…YOUR TIME IS NOW
        YOUR MEASURE LIGHTHEARTEDLY NAKED
        AN URGENCY TO START….TO STOP
        CRUDE AND MECHANICAL YOUNG GROOM
        PRONOUNCED TWICE THE DIRTY WORD LOVE

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      • multiplemichael

        JOHN AND YOKO WALK ON SILENCE
        IN WHAT COULD ONLY BE STRAINED EXPECTATION
        CHORD AND DISCORD AND THE SOUND OF THE GUN
        LOVED ONES SCREAM, “STAY OFF THE STREET”
        BUT FLYING DRAGONS SWALLOW THE WORDS

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      • eatmorewords

        the king and queen ensconced in the Gideon hotel staying off the streets
        pebble dashed with chewing gum
        – yesterday’s newspaper
        tomorrow’s horoscope
        – in the room, bemoaning this and that – demanding unrealistic things of room service
        – JD Salingers autograph
        – a man with seven fingers on one hand
        – a hotel room without the good book

        their hair entwined they were ONE DEITY in white sheets*

        *neither were in the Klan

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      • multiplemichael

        you speak of a hotel that has no verbs
        time-lapse photographs
        on each wall
        verbs are clouds in your boyhood
        time-lapse photographs
        of your wedding bed
        OBLIGATION
        functions of a logical poet
        constantly reinventing
        honeymoon exercises
        she was a prisoner
        claiming you were the guilty lock bolt
        correcting errors…counting correctly
        your fingers sad and strange
        making detours after whispers
        unassimilable otherness
        circles of questions
        rules of grammar as molecular flakes
        ones own language disquieting

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      • eatmorewords

        the feeling she had was always like falling falling through clouds and days and glass doors shattering
        a canopy of shit just to fall through
        plug hole cyclone of spinning debris
        no parachute to slow the descent
        to crash through the membranes of context,
        the sharp points of letters,
        the pictures of you and your parents which you hide to add an air of mystery to your lineage

        faces x’ed out on pictures

        I have all the stolen cocaine

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      • multiplemichael

        THE SINGLE BLIND MAN IN YOUR PERSONAL LIFE
        LIVES IN A HOTEL FREE FROM VERBS
        YOU SAY THAT HE CAN PREDICT THE FUTURE
        BUT I FEAR THAT HE IS BEING DISSOLVED
        THE DECAY OF TIME IS HEARTLESS
        ONLY YESTERDAY HE WAS YOUNG AND STRONG
        TODAY HE PURCHASES SOIL TO RETIRE

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      • multiplemichael

        PHOTOGRAPHS OF MY FAMILY
        SNAPSHOTS BETWEEN INTENTION
        AND THE ACT
        INTERROGATIONS
        IN THE SHADOWS
        ALL THE FLYING SAUCER STUFF
        THE UFO ABDUCTIONS
        ROUGH CIRCUMSTANCES
        LIVING SO CLOSE TO THE KENTUCKY BORDER
        THE DIFFICULTY OF PURCHASING ITALIAN CIGARETTES
        PHOTOGRAPHS OF MY FAMILY
        BLACK AND WHITE WITH BRIGHT RED
        SPONGES OF BLOOD
        SUICIDE IMPOTENCE
        ALL THE THINGS THAT ANGERED HEAVEN
        OUTWARD-TURNING MASKS
        DISQUIETING AND UNCANNY
        SINS BROUGHT TO LIGHT

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      • multiplemichael

        WE SPEAK OF HOTELS AND MENTION NOT THAT THEY ARE PRISONS
        PEOPLE OFTEN LEAP FROM WINDOWS WITH WHAT SEEMS TO BE PARACHUTES
        THE NAUSEATING TRUTH …. THEY ARE CAPES MADE FROM TOWELS
        SOME ARE ON FIRE, OTHERS SOAKED WITH BODILY FLUIDS
        NORMAN’S MOTHER RUNS AROUND WITH A THERMOMETER
        HER SISTER MEASURES HYDROGEN IONS
        DADDY WAS TELLING STRANGERS ABOUT THE DISAPPOINTMENT
        AFTER THE HONEYMOON…ALL THE BROKEN GLASS IN BED
        ALL HE ASKED—A REASONABLE SYSTEM OF REWARDS
        AND THAT HIS CHILDREN WOULD NOT GROW UP TO BE INSECTS

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      • multiplemichael

        FAMILY PHOTOGRAPHS, HYSTERICALLY SKEPTICAL—CYNICAL
        CHOICES THAT FACE THE POET
        THROW THE BABIES IN FIRE-AND-BRIMSTONE
        DO NOT DRAG THEM THROUGH YEARS ON A PLANET
        AS HAIRLESS APES…FORCED TO GO TO CHURCH
        TO WORSHIP A SADISTIC VAUDEVILLE GOD
        PHOTOGRAPHS OF THE DOCTOR WITH THE VACUUM TUBE
        LEAVE NO CLUES, DETECTIVES ARE BEING DISPATCHED

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      • multiplemichael

        IN AN ATMOSPHERE OF POETRY
        INESCAPABLE——-
        DANDYISM IS AS DANDYISM DOES
        BULGING PANTS
        SOMEONE SAID THE WORD, PROPENSITIES
        WAILING JAZZ…DOORJAM BLUES
        WHIP-WIELDING WHITES IN KENTUCKY
        A POCKET OF MINUTE-HANDS STOLEN FROM SEARS
        RICH PEOPLE LIVED INDOORS

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      • eatmorewords

        family lines blurred inside becomes out things hidden words erased no authentication of birth
        “we shall not speak of those things” is your motto –
        a forefinger placed against the lips – ssssssshhhh –
        gilded coat of arms -forever attached to your name –

        perpetually in silence
        sewn on through leather

        the jazz runs
        meanders through and across a thousand different terrains lesions left
        longingly
        she looks at tomorrow

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      • multiplemichael

        SOMEONE TOLD ME THAT EACH TOMORROW
        IS DARK ARMS CROSSED FOR A BRIGHT DAY
        WHITE LITTLE NECKS HOLDING UP BIG HEADS
        WINKS AND NODS FROM PARTYGOERS
        A GROUP OF UNDECIDEDS
        MEN, WOMEN AND UNDECIDEDS
        MEETINGS AND GREETINGS AND NAKED ORGANS
        NARCOTIC SMOKE FROM THE LIPS OF POETS
        THERE WERE PEOPLE FROM PORN MAGAZINES
        EXQUISITE VACANT SPACES
        SCIENTISTS CHOSEN BY VERIFIED INCHES
        DOMESTIC CIRCLES OF HOMOSEXUALS
        A REGULAR NECROMANCER’S CABINET

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      • multiplemichael

        MARRIAGE BEDS
        AROUND THE CAMPFIRE AT NIGHT
        NONSENSE HAUNTS THE INNER MIND
        NEVER HAD AND NEVER WOULD
        A THOUSAND TIMES THOSE WORDS
        BOUNCED OFF THE MOON
        ISOLATED IN PARADISE
        THE RASH OF LONELINESS
        SYMPATHIES BRIGHT IN THE COALS
        ADVENTURERS SNEAK INTO KENTUCKY
        NOTHING BUT CROCKERY-JAR
        AND LADLE-LIKE FROM A NIGHTMARE

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      • multiplemichael

        FLAMES AROUND THE MARRIAGE BED
        PEOPLE JUMP AND RUN
        WHO SHALL SEEK TO STAY ?
        CHOSE THE BITTER TRUTH
        FIND YOURSELF DECLINING AND FADING
        IF YOU GO AWAY AND LEAVE
        LOOK BACK ON US HOLDING THE SNAKE

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      • multiplemichael

        IDEAS OF SALVATION AND ETERNAL LIFE
        DUTIES AND PLEASURES
        AND THEN ONE DAY THE BLIGHT
        THE FACES OF PEOPLE SICK WITH HOPE
        UNSATISFIED HUNGER FOR LOVE
        0NE THOUSAND MILLION TIMES
        YOU CALL FOR MOTHER

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      • multiplemichael

        RAG-TIME MUSIC
        MY GOD, I’VE PULLED IT AWAY FROM YOUR EAR
        TOO MANY TIMES
        INTUITION AND DREAMS AND NOSTALGIC JAZZ
        BUFFOONS COLORING LIFE
        BOHEMIANS HAVING PETROUCHKA-LIKE INTERCOURSE
        HALF-COMIC—HALF-TRAGIC
        HEAVILY BANDAGED MAN PARTS

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      • eatmorewords

        half comic
        half tragic was a name suggested for the story of her life – the claptrap banging of the ragtime time van played Dixie under sheets if night – the voodoo minister with snake bitten hands
        the darlings of the avant garde

        England is 43% tea

        It rains inside

        the bandages cover friction burns
        initiation ceremony gone awry
        the blood pools
        then congeals

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      • multiplemichael

        I SAW YOU IN THE DETECTIVE-MYSTERY MAGAZINE
        ENDLESS QUESTIONS ABOUT THE MARRIAGE BED
        WHY WAS IT SURROUNDED BY FIRE ?
        WHY WAS IT FLOATING IN THE AIR ?
        ANECDOTES ABOUT THE FACTORY LIFE
        —————CUTLERY——————————
        THEY WANT YOU TO RISK EVERYTHING
        POETIC COMPOSITIONS THAT EXPLODE
        !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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      • eatmorewords

        the detective magazine was full of non blood letting bondage stuff – sex fluff to intice the reader – the burning bed was a code
        (No one was hurt in the making of the magazine) – the detective followed whoever bought one — tagged them on a map

        you could trace them by the little explosions seen from satellites stationed four miles above

        we look like less then ants from that distance – molecules on a floating rock one step away from the apes

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      • multiplemichael

        HEY BABY BOY, PUT DOWN YOUR GOULASH
        AND PICK UP YOUR BLADE
        THEY WANT YOU TO RISK EVERYTHING
        POETIC COMPOSITIONS RAZOR SHARP
        CLOWNS AND ACROBATS ARE OUT THE DOOR
        ALL DEFIANCE OF COMMON SENSE WELCOME
        BUFFOONS HAVE MADE OUR WORLD MULTI-COLORED

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      • multiplemichael

        a fresh use of familiar words
        no unusual combinations
        buying that detective magazine
        was like being a shark
        and hiding your fin
        there is always the trail of smoke
        Yoko crammed into a shoe box
        her farts glow briefly in the dark
        you’ve touched her in the damp
        her crease, as it is

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      • multiplemichael

        molecules on a floating rock, one step away from the apes
        we fling our loved ones as a sacrifice
        capture words and hold them as they are being erased
        draw pictures of rectums, shoo flies away from static butts
        modern art is no longer modern
        catalogs of pig parts
        I tried to talk to Jesus
        about pork
        my words were mistakes
        JESUS WAS BEARDED AND CONSTANTLY FORBIDDING

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      • multiplemichael

        DISCARDED HANDS PURCHASED AT DISCOUNT (how poetic)
        ANYTHING TO CONNECT WITH CONVENTIONAL MINDS
        MENTAL HEALTH IS BOTH MENTAL AND MANUAL LABOR
        THE READING PUBLIC NEVER LEAVE THE FISH BOWL
        ——————–EMBARRASSEDLY—————————-
        THEY HAVE LOST TRACK OF HOW TO THINK
        EVEN SIMPLE THOUGHTS: RUSTY NAILS
        AND THAT CHILDHOOD FEAR
        OF GOING BAREFOOT

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      • multiplemichael

        EASTER IN FLORIDA
        is it possible ?
        JUST LIKE ON “A DAY IN THE LIFE”
        A FINAL CORD IS NEEDED
        HUNDREDS OF AUTOMOBILES ON I-95 CRASH
        MAKING AN ALMOST PERFECT E MAJOR

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      • eatmorewords

        a day in the life of
        two separate things sewn together with no middle but a clear beginning and a final full stop
        – everyone moving together
        towards a goal
        everyone moving
        towards the end

        perfect notes are allude the untrained ear

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      • multiplemichael

        I TRIED TO GET IN THE CAR WITH TENNESSEE WILLIAMS
        BUT THEY SAID THAT I WASN’T MAN ENOUGH
        GOTTA BE CRASS AND CRUEL, HAVE A CURSE A MINUTE
        BE RED-LINED ON THE TACHOMETER
        I DO LOOK SUBTERRANEAN
        LIKE I WOULD BE TOO TAME
        TO PISS OUT THE WINDOW

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      • eatmorewords

        eBay have sent out the detective men – your items are misleading –
        fake words
        Yokos breath in a bottle
        patents to non-existent kitchen appliances
        space debris

        your IP address sent them to new territory – deep in verdant jungles – they returned looking like the victims of a pogrom –

        and that was the first time I saw her –
        her appearance her
        eyes slightly looking
        this way – fingers dis
        located And skin
        reptilian & Water proof

        I can’t tune my eyes to this

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      • multiplemichael

        a honest person trying to sell words—-call the police !!!
        in a daily world full of deformed words
        artificial (fake) words
        ————————————-it is true that my words were upsetting Geiger counters at the post office——————————————————————–
        was I maneuvered by the eBay detectives ?
        beaten by the brutality of existence ?
        words stolen from the Curie house
        purchased at a flea market in Lake Worth
        for $5
        I knew they would be hot on eBay

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      • multiplemichael

        I sold the words NEOVAGINA CONSTRUCTION
        no one was the wiser
        endless dreams about DNA and secret blueprints
        as a poet, soiled words are common
        when I speak of soiled words you never respond
        are you thinking of vestigial forms of contractions ?
        face-to-face coitus ? the endless chatter…nuances
        I sold endless words, no one the wiser

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      • multiplemichael

        PEOPLE ARE SO DESPERATE TO GET FRESH MATERIAL
        NEW WORDS FOR NEW POETRY
        STOLEN WORDS—SOILED WORDS
        WORDS THAT MAKE THE POSTAL GEIGER COUNTER
        GO ALL FIRETRUCK WILD—CLICKING LIKE A DUCK ON METH
        ————–have they implicated you in the burglaries ?
        ASSUMING RESPONSIBILITY WHILE DENYING EVERYTHING
        THE ILLICIT LIFESTYLE OF THE POET
        CAPER AFTER CAPER AND NEVER AN ACTUAL CRIME

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      • multiplemichael

        CURVING BUTTOCKS OF NASCAR
        COWBOYS ON CARS/IN CARS SNARLING
        THEY WERE A HIT AT THE DANCE
        WHITE JEANS FOR THE CINEMA
        OLD-FASHIONED SILENCE
        LIP-SMACKING INCH
        TRUMPETINGS
        THE RETURNING CONQUERORS
        BABY-TALK AND ALL
        NURSERY RHYMES WITH A LARGE EGG
        HORNETS BEHIND THE WALL
        SNEAK AND ATTACK
        ABBERATIONS
        REPEATED SCREAMING
        ACTIVE AND PASSIVE ORAL
        DIZZYING SMELLS IN THE CURLS
        NO NEED FOR OTHER OUTLETS
        ONE CLOWN IN THE SACK

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      • eatmorewords

        red neck cowboys beat up on the egg man – beat him till he bled yoke –
        under NASCAR suns
        amongst brown globule’s of tobacco spit
        wifes black eye silent screams
        vision bent by shimmering light
        a mirage WE ALL SEE THINGS THAT ARE NOT THERE

        the redneck cowboys are the end of the line

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  40. multiplemichael

    POETS STILL ARGUE ABOUT HIS GOATEE
    EGG MAN WAS AN INITIATOR INTO MALE MYSTERIES
    BOYS SANK INTO MANHOOD…MATURE THIGHS
    HE WAS AN EUROPEAN SLEEPWALKER
    WAS HE ASLEEP AT THE TIME OF THE ACCIDENT ?
    ACROBATIC LEAPS ON TOOTHPICK LEGS
    *Yoko thought he would be a quick trick

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    • multiplemichael

      THE KING’S MEN WERE OUT OF TOWN
      A SEXUAL BATTLEFIELD
      OF SATIRE
      HUNGERING FOR WARM FLESH
      PIVOTAL POINTS AS IF A BENDABLE DOLL
      SANITARY PADS FOR THE EXCRETA OF ART
      TEDIOUS AND REPETITIVE
      SINGLE-MINDED BROWN
      “I’LL BUY MY POETRY FOR A DOLLAR A PAGE”
      WORDS MADE OUT OF WATERCOLORS
      LONELY WORDS —BEGGAR WORDS
      GANDHI TAKING A LEAK
      MIND YOU THE WATER RISK

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      • eatmorewords

        multiple micheal the Floridian words man – there is no record if your birth – days spent backpacking through Kentucky – westward wanderer
        manifest destiny the sign points: that away

        in a disused motel with flickering neon lights (there is always a letter missing) always
        soiled mattresses make for a good nights sleep

        the hobos stand around oil drums vagrant sodomy is just high jinks under
        street lights

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      • multiplemichael

        BACKPACKING THROUGH KENTUCKY
        WITH PHOTOGRAPHS OF THE CUCUMBER QUEEN
        HOW COULD I FORGET HER ?
        SHE INJURED MY SPERM COUNT
        WEIRD HIP BONES
        I COULDN’T WALK AWAY
        SERIAL UNEMPLOYMENT
        GIRLFIGHTS
        AN OLD RED MUSTANG
        THAT I WRECKED
        IN LESS THAN A MILE
        BULLET-RIDDLED MEMORIES
        SURPRISED WITH OTHER MEN’S WIVES
        BACKPACKING THROUGH KENTUCKY
        ACROBATIC SODOMY
        IN THE SHADOWS
        OF AN OIL CAN BURNING
        BOHEMIAN DRIFTERS
        LIKE A MUSK GLAND
        AN INFECTED MUSK GLAND
        NEVER SOBER WITH STP LUBE
        THEY SAY THAT SODOMY
        IS DEEPLY GRATIFYING
        SELF-ABSORBING PLEASURE
        OUTSIDER LIFE MAKES ONE NUMB
        PROTAGONIST LOVERS
        PULLING A “SWITCH”
        NEVER A PROPER ARENA
        FOR HOBO SODOMY
        POETS WERE ALWAYS PERCHED
        WATCHING, REPLACEMENT HUNGRY
        VOCALIZATION IS A TURN-OFF
        ALL FRICTION FREAKS
        ARE ACCELERATING
        TOWARDS SOME MANNER
        OF VIOLENT IMPACT
        GRAVITATIONAL FIELDS
        DIFFERENT BROWNS
        ——POETRY———–
        BECOMES A TRANSCRIPTION
        OF EYEWITNESS TESTIMONY

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      • multiplemichael

        A MOSAIC OF VOICES AROUND THE OIL DRUM FIRE
        YOUNG MEN WITH NO OBVIOUS WRITING EXPERIENCE
        YOUNG ENOUGH THAT SOME OF THEIR DEMONS REMAINED HIDDEN
        OLDER STANDBYS IN RAGS AND MISMATCHED SHOES LURKED FARTHER BACK
        PERSONAL GROOMING AND SMILES WERE THINGS LONG LOST AND FORGOTTEN
        EVERYONE HAD A REPERTORY OF VOICES IN THEIR HEAD EVEN PSYCHOBABBLE
        JOHN WAYNE, CLINT EASTWOOD, THE OLD PROS WERE CONSTANTLY SIZING UP

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      • multiplemichael

        BACKPACKING
        THROUGH KENTUCKY
        IS CONSIDERABLY SHORT
        OF SELF-OBLIVION
        THE SCOPE OF INTEREST
        HAS BROADENED TO INCLUDE
        ANY NIGHT-TIME ACTIVITIES
        AROUND A BURNING OIL DRUM
        POLE DANCING COMES TO MIND
        THE SELF-ABSORBING JOY OF SODOMY
        DRINKING UNDERGROUND WATER
        A METH DRINK YOU DON’T HAVE TO FAKE
        GULLIBLE AND VOLATILE AND HUNG
        HE CAN REACH BOTH THE UPPER AND LOWER NILE
        IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD AND THINKING OF REHEARSING
        A LITTLE CLUMSY AT FIRST BUT GOOD FOR PROLONGED EFFORT

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      • multiplemichael

        BACKPACKING THROUGH KENTUCKY
        HAPPY TO BE FREE OF ALLIGATORS
        TO PERFORM IMPROMPTU
        AROUND THE BURNING OIL DRUM
        STAND-UP COMEDY AND SODOMY
        HILARIOUS AND DEATH SERIOUS
        STP LUBE AND A LOADED .38
        CLAIRVOYANTS
        CLAIM THERE’S NO BULLETS
        THEY’RE LOTTERY LOSING WRONG
        BIG FAT BULLETS SLEEP IN THE .38

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    • multiplemichael

      WILLING TO WRITE CLUMSY THINGS
      TO READ OURSELVES
      NO LONGER
      AND NEVER WILL BE AGAIN
      CAMARADERIE OF THE POETS
      DAILY WORDS
      SOILED WORDS
      CHARCOAL SCENTED UNDIES
      WELL-DRESSED LADS SNIFFING
      RUSTY ANCHORS IN THE BACKROOM
      NASCAR DECALS AND STP STICKERS
      HATS SEWN TO HEADS

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      • eatmorewords

        words written for no purpose other than to write
        to kill a slow moment
        written with no plan
        no set outcome – WHAT WILL BE
        WILL BE
        these exchanged words
        gifted & wrapped in code
        the NASCAR men sipping suds In car parks – the rousing hand clapping on the simpleton spectators
        as their spouses seek solace in the meaty arms of sailors and soldiers – undergarments smell of BBQ & nicotine – past life regressions lost in clouds of exhaust fumes

        STP used a cheap lubricant on now glistening holes

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    • multiplemichael

      THE EGG MAN WROTE A POEM
      ABOUT PARROTS PECKING
      THE EYES OF NEOPHYTE POETS
      DETECTIVES WITH MODERN
      PHOTO SURVEILLANCE
      WATCHED HIS EVERY MOVE
      THEY RECORDED IT
      SNAPSHOTS OF THE EGG MAN
      HIS UNDERWEAR LINED WITH NEWSPAPERS
      ANYTHING TO THROW READERS OFF BALANCE
      IT WAS A STRUGGLE TO BE COOL
      *audio recordings of brown movements
      **self-definition as a hobby

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    • multiplemichael

      an unspoken rule….never look in a mirror
      life is cinema, complete with hints of gunfire
      it is all about stopping a heartbeat
      poets have habituated ways of seeing
      poets swimming in “street life”
      suspicious looking men around a burning oil can
      outcast faces and attitudes, naked men in the shadows
      expressions of skin sin and native dance, bullyboys
      the young Lennon would leak fluids
      and smoke formaldehyde
      his adolescent libido
      pounding the backsides
      of sixty and ninety minutes

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      • multiplemichael

        a circle of pathetic depth surrounded the unwelcome bed
        grown-up jazz music flowed, a curious blend, unreferential
        she claimed that he was insensitive, he moved beneath the surface
        careful investigation turned up blue eyes and plenty of practice
        alone and unaided, outside the queenhood of modern marriage

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      • multiplemichael

        READERS WHO SIP SHERRY
        LINGUISTICALLY THROUGH THE USE
        OF PROPER NOUNS
        THERE SEEMS TO BE A DARK SIDE
        HUMANS WITHOUT CLOTHES
        INTENSE INCEST
        A TALKING SERPENT

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      • multiplemichael

        WHORING IS ONLY GOOD FOR A COUPLE OF DAYS
        THEN COMES SLAUGHTER AND CONSUMPTION OF MEAT
        SYMBOLIC MANHOLES IN THE GEOGRAPHIC BOTTOMS
        CAREFUL YOU DO NOT TUMBLE AS YOU DANCE

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      • multiplemichael

        THERE IS A SHE-WOLF COMING TO TOWN
        I’VE WRITTEN YOUR NAME DOWN FOR HER
        SHE WILL GUIDE YOUR DESCENT TO THE PIT
        RECOGNITION OF SIN MAY BE TOO LATE
        BLOODY GOUTS OF PUS MAY BE ON THE MENU
        WORMS AND MAGGOTS ARE ALWAYS HAPPY
        TO CLEAN UP ANY DRIBBLES
        ——————————————
        EVERY HEAD ON THE PILLOW
        IS CONTOLLING YOUR FUTURE
        *cajoling and coercing are common Nascar terms

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      • multiplemichael

        overwhelm the reader with a bewildering variety of smells
        stood on their heads and cut the cheese
        cheese curds often hit the floor
        moving decorations in their underpants
        kinetic reminiscences at the anal central station
        men who worked at the boiler factory
        verbal scaffolding, electrical-mechanical verbs
        verbs without nouns or semi-nouns
        verbs over the radio speaker
        motel headboard hammering
        apparatus touching apparatus
        light fractured by prisms and mirrors
        an expanded jism cinema event
        grave-diggers in the background
        men who knew nothing of geometric purity
        the twelve apostles

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      • eatmorewords

        Smells and verbs static noise in
        through speakers
        decimal points in the wrong place and things will fall apart
        they have made machines to construct sentences, to write poems and soon they won’t need us

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  41. multiplemichael

    EQUALLY VOCIFEROUS
    IN THEIR DISLIKE OF ART
    INTUITIVE ART IS EVIL
    ART LEAKS FROM THE DEVIL
    PRAY YOUR CHILDREN
    HAVE AN ATTRACTION TO MATHEMATICS
    PRAY TO GEOMETRIC PERSPECTIVE
    SELL YOUR ILLUSIONS TO JAPAN
    ONLY IDIOTS PASS GAS
    AND HOPE FOR A PRIZE

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    • multiplemichael

      sado-masochistic finger pop, say OUCH to mathematics
      sado-masochistic finger pop, poetry is a juxtaposition
      after childhood, the machine does the work
      under a skirt, the machine is a flesh object
      a stray bullet explicit, a rip and an internal shaft
      detectives with high-powered flashlights
      I can see it smile…..like a happy dinner plate

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      • multiplemichael

        SADO-MASOCHISTIC FINGER POP, DIVORCED FROM LITERATURE
        SADO-MASOCHISTIC FINGER POP, SMELLING ESKIMOS IN LABRADOR
        PRECONCEIVED CHILDHOOD—-INNOCENT UNDER EVERYDAY OBSERVATION
        RUBBER-STAMPED ROMANCE, HOLDING HANDS AND A GOODNIGHT PECK
        ———–LIKE SLOW CHAINSAW DEATH ON HONEYMOON NIGHT—————-
        PEOPLE IN THE SOUTH OF FRANCE COULD HEAR THE SCREAMS
        PRIESTS PUT COTTON IN THEIR EARS, SODOMY WORN SMOOTH
        SEEING BEYOND MORTAL EYE, SOCIAL SITUATION RHYTHM

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      • eatmorewords

        they held hands side by side and knew they were being observed –
        by detectives, journalists trying to make a name for themselves, perverts and peepers,
        bushes flutters
        newspaper ruffled
        they weren’t the only people on this rock –
        they took in dark jazz clubs, tapped feet to drums runs,
        lost themselves in brass noise – syncopated beats /
        adjacent people whispered in French, daddio

        finger clicks and the sound of breaking bones,

        “sado-masochist finger pop” was the name of the house band –
        they took requests but drew the line at Russian jazz –

        they deconstructed the sound and glued it together spitting out a bastard hybrid chainsaw sound

        they held hands side by side and tapped their feet

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  42. multiplemichael

    I WAS TALKING TO MY POETRY WRITING MACHINE
    HOW I WISHED I HAD NOT GOTTEN THAT UPGRADE
    SO I COULD STILL FILL CONVENTIONAL FORM
    FIT INSIDE A COCA-COLA BOTTLE
    COUGH UP THAT CHEAP NONDESCRIPT STUFF
    MODERN POETRY FOR A MODERN WORLD
    JUST WHISPER LOVE IN MY SACRED DAILINESS
    BE COOL AND COURTEOUS
    A SUAVE WORDSMITH

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    • eatmorewords

      my poetry machine was second hand – it contained someone else’s words – a vocabulary devoted to religious phenomenon – it had filters that prohibited words starting with the letters g and k – It sat in the corner and just glared at me

      was it missing it’s orginal owner?
      weren’t my words good enough?

      i wrote things and found they were deleted over night – I feed it new words, positioned it at the window when I went out so it had a nice view – you know, flowers and stuff

      I think I saw it cry last night
      a sticker said REAL MEN USE PENS

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      • multiplemichael

        a finely tuned poetry writing machine, what a joke !
        pseudonym after pseudonym, intense obsessions
        that constant rattling sound like squirrels mating
        sometimes I take it for a walk, the fresh air and all
        it begs me to buy a gay typewriter, blue and unused
        one embarrassing fiasco after another, for what ?
        waiting breathlessly for the next group of words ?
        stringent self-analysis machine-made
        internal monologue made external
        history before pleasure
        kitchen-sink hedonism
        suspicious rough stuff

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      • eatmorewords

        my machine tried to make friends with a iPhone
        advances were rejected – it developed a bug –
        something was wrong – my writing machine just kept saying
        FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK – relentless it was
        – I couldn’t stop it – I hit it but it didn’t stop –

        I buried it deep in my garden – suspicious neighbours peered out and I knew the gossip would start – rumours would spread about the man burying words in the garden –

        what don’t hear machines know of cutlery? Of Gideon’s? – have they felt the sunlight? Listened to death metal?

        they need to live before they can create

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  43. multiplemichael

    THE WINDOWS WERE DARK WITH A COAT OF ANXIOUSNESS
    THE POETRY MAKING MACHINE WAS WELL OILED AND WARM
    I LOVED IT ABOVE THE LITTLE PEOPLE
    THE STRANGERS WITH EYES
    ALWAYS A VICIOUS SELF
    BEHIND THE BARRIERS
    READY TO ATTACK
    ——–WHAT OF A MACHINE-HUMAN RELATIONSHIP ?
    AN EMOTIONAL WORD PROCESSOR
    AND SO MUCH MORE
    I SHOWED IT THE SMALL CLOSET
    INSIDE THE LARGER CLOSET
    I GAVE IT PERMISSION TO TRESPASS

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  44. multiplemichael

    AT THE AIRPORT EACH FACE WAS ONE OF ADEQUATELY SOCIALISED NORM
    THE SPY-CAMS WERE MONITORING OUR EVERY STEP, X-RAY CITY
    PEOPLE IN POSSESSION OF A PHALLUS, PLENTY ABSENT OF A PHALLUS
    MILEY CYRUS WAS THERE, I WANTED TO TOUCH HER
    I WANTED TO SHOW HER MY NEW POETRY WRITING MACHINE
    I WANTED TO DISCUSS TERRY RICHARDSON AND “WRECKING BALL”
    SHE WAS BUSY TRYING TO PURCHASE SOMETHING NEW FROM STEPHEN KING
    SHE POINTED AT MY MACHINE AND SMILED, SHE KNEW IT WAS AN OEDIPUS DELUXE

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    • eatmorewords

      Miley Cyrus is 74% tongue and the rest is empty
      vacuous
      pointlessness
      in big boots – but yes, we all want to touch her regardless of the ill feelings,
      we are after all men, **
      walking meaty phallus hiding shame in old suitcases

      she would benefit from your machine – she would benefit from an education – she is limited – she doesn’t understand X-rays thinking they are just really skinny people – and it gets her to thinking –

      **she can touch my wrecking ball

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  45. multiplemichael

    suitcases with a phallus, suitcases without a phallus
    the phallus being the primary marker
    the wang-dang noodle, so-to-speak
    everyone thinks of radical excess
    a one float parade
    a whole lot of nonsense
    the question being:
    ARE YOU STANDING WITH SCIENCE ?
    poetic exorcism can be dangerous
    coppery tasting words, anonymous worms
    infant-size misogynistic twisters
    violations of bodily limits
    challenges to gain control
    bleach and rock salt
    “REPASSING”

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    • eatmorewords

      when you exorcise the output of the machine your left with just a blank page –
      science can’t rescue this – **
      it can’t explain this –
      shit in
      shit out
      the bloody words that taste of iron
      like kidneys
      like meat
      the smell of biting flesh at the pyre

      I took the machine apart and laid them out – there was no soul no brains
      just parts

      just like me
      just like us

      **gideon words are confused at best
      ** weak source material

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      • multiplemichael

        MACHINES IN THE PASTORAL POETIC WORLD
        SUSPICION A SUPER SHARP KNIFE
        LORD, YOU’RE DOING ME NO FAVOR
        WHAT MORE CAN YOU TAKE AWAY
        LIKE A MURDEROUS DEMON
        YOU’VE TAKEN THOSE
        I LOVE
        AND AS MODERNIZED
        AS YOU ADVERTISE
        YOU’VE SHAKEN
        THE GOOD SIDE
        OF MY FAMILY
        TREE

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      • eatmorewords

        surrounded by the things I love
        the one I love
        this warm cup of tea
        the family roots stretch and stretch
        brittle nails will eventually snap

        the demons comes
        the demons go

        LOOK AT ME
        LOOK WHAT I MADE
        demands the child
        demand the push button poet

        someone told me about Japanese reggae

        I listen to music made by machines

        and future boy will see machines with human masks making all to human sounds

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  46. multiplemichael

    FROM MY POETRY WRITING MACHINE (OEDIPUS DELUXE):
    ————————————————————————————-

    CHALLENGING ASSUMPTIONS, TRANSLATE PASTORAL
    NOT SO CONCERNED WITH THE DELAYED
    SERF, PEASANT, MACHINE….WORK OR NO WORK
    STRINGS OF FEELING AND FEAR
    SURVIVALISM COMPLETE WITH TEETH
    EARLY IN THE MORNING, MARTYRS IN TREES
    POETS MASSAGE THE FAMILY ROOTS
    MODERNIZED LORD SMILES

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    • eatmorewords

      peasant and serf blurred into one – lord of the manor claims lineage to extrovert giants of the north – a distinct difference between the haves and the have nots –
      computer vs pen –
      take a thousand words
      throw them to the wind then pick them up and construct – family roots like talons stretch and grow weak – they snap –
      we are alone out here
      I and I survive

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  47. multiplemichael

    the small child said that everything was secretly a form of control imposed upon us
    that we are swimming in a reality of chaos, everything is dangerous
    while it all seems melodramatic, I’ve asked my poetry writing machine
    to avoid the dark truth, ignore facades, not to acknowledge detectives
    seems everyone from my past is wanted by the FBI, CIA, or George Romero
    poets have a guilty fascination with wooden legs and missing fingers
    poets with poker faces and home-spun darkness
    deprived of dreams and soiled with human paste
    their life is a scrapbook with missing pages
    never a soft pillow, always one made of concrete
    ————————————————————————————————————-
    (OUTPUT FROM MY OEDIPUS DELUXE)

    COLLEGE-EDUCATED APES WITH DIRTY BEHINDS
    “SURVIVALISM” HAS TO DO WITH ZOMBIES ON TELEVISION
    FINAL DEFEAT OR VICTORY IS OUT OF SIGHT
    DAILY CRITIQUES OF EVERY SMALL DETAIL
    THINGS BECOME MORE COMPLEX
    PUFFY THIGHS CHAFE
    THEY WARN US OF WELL-THUMBED PASSWORDS
    AS A MACHINE I SHOULD BE ADDRESSED AS SUPERNATURAL
    A POETRY WRITING MACHINE IS JUNGIAN
    WORDS BECOME AGENTS WITH FINGERPRINTS
    HOPE IS RESURRECTED AND SCATTERED IN SEED
    ENTHUSIASTIC TO SHOOT THE FUTURE
    OH GOD, OH GOD, LOVE YOU BABY

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    • eatmorewords

      (…a name triggers recollections…)

      …i remember when videos first came out – days spent watching zombies
      – zombies in uniforms – zombies in shopping malls – jungles – innards spilling out –
      slow moving – zombies –
      holocaust
      apocalypse
      ferox – my brother and I and me and him – zombies everywhere – and the writing machines doesn’t have memories
      locked by password ( kids names, maiden names, DOB, etc – so many passwords I can’t remember )

      I can’t get access

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  48. multiplemichael

    MY POETRY WRITING MACHINE REGURGITATES AVOIDANCE
    WOMEN AND SEXUALITY, HUMAN CHAINS AND CIRCLES OF DOOM
    CHILDREN BEING FORCED TO PASS THEIR PURITY
    DAILY MESSAGES SPRING FORTH ABOUT EVIL MOTIVATION
    STRONG-ARM INSISTENCY ON LITERALIZING REALITY
    USED CAR PEOPLE WRITE ABOUT NEW CAR UNREALITY
    A QUESTION MARK MIGHT NOT BE THE RIGHT CHOICE
    LARGE SPONGES FOR DOWN THERE
    THE SIZE OF TRACTOR TIRES

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    • eatmorewords

      the kids cracked the code
      – guessed the password
      (it was password, who was I trying to fool?)
      they deleted the words as I lay in my sarcophagus – they would wipe the slate clean and let me start again –

      the question mark was just an old explanation mark – old and folded and bent with time

      I woke to a violent surge to the right

      she told me she would give me a mink hand-job

      the sun was out and we burnt even at this safe distance

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  49. multiplemichael

    PASSWORDS—ONE NEEDS A PASSWORD BEFORE THE APOCALYPSE
    OTHERWISE, FAMILY MEMBERS WILL NOT RECOGNIZE ONE ANOTHER
    IN THE END TIMES ONE WEARS THEIR GUILT ON THEIR FACIAL FEATURES
    MUCH THE SAME WAY THE CIVIL WAR SOLDIERS DISPLAYED THEIR SYPHILIS
    THERE WILL BE A SEVERE IMPOVERISHMENT OF BEAUTY
    ———————–EXHAUSTED, GUILTY ?
    BOTTOMLESS BEDS OVER THE BURNING LAKE
    ALL PINOCHLE GAMES ARE CANCELLED
    YOU WANT HEBREW…. TRY THE DELI
    NEVER CEASE YOUR FEAR OF TIME
    THE INTRINSIC VALUE OF A STRANGE HAND
    HANDBALL AT HOME CAN BE PLEASANT
    ALWAYS THAT MOMENT OF HEROISM
    FOR THE SAKE OF MANKIND
    I HAVE LIFTED THE WORLD
    JAZZ IS NOT A CREATION OF THE MERCHANDISER
    OPPENHEIMER-LIKE NOTES, SNOW FROM THE EXPLOSION
    ASTONISHED THAT YOUR SECRETS HAVE STAYED SECRET
    I SHARE MY BLOODSTREAM WITH MY POETRY WRITING MACHINE

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    • eatmorewords

      I get confused with passwords and safe words – she wouldn’t stop lashing me –
      I screamed my mothers maiden name,
      my children’s dates of birth
      my first pets name
      the place of birth –
      but none of them worked – the whipping continued – safewords & passwords –
      – I couldn’t remember and guessed she would tire before the safeword came to me –

      do passwords get offended when they are forgotten?

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  50. multiplemichael

    only law-abiding people need passwords
    criminals have no need
    why would you lock doors
    when you have glass windows
    poets stand on sentences
    to peek at holes and worms
    the tide comes in
    tissue tyranny
    the finesse
    to touch
    lips
    is it rising
    standing proud
    optimistic obedience
    love inside the life preserver
    intellectuals linger in the efficient solution

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    • eatmorewords

      password are keys – unlock lock and lose them – words behind sofas – lost behind fridges – I found this scribbled on frayed envelope…

      Peru Lima –
      Macchu Pichhu –
      a sneeze
      achoo achoo
      bless you
      germs
      the flu,
      small pox &
      death blankets
      bodies piling up
      the conquistadors
      they speak Spanish don’t they?, gold hidden in jungles,
      eating guiena pigs,
      they came in ships from new lands.

      The Kings wore big hats
      pulled peoples hearts out,

      or was that the Mexicans?

      holding beating hearts held up to the sun.
      they spend all their days praying for good harvests
      so they could eat corn…

      it was scrawled in an alien hand, it meant nothing to me

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  51. multiplemichael

    YOU SPEAK OF COMIC BOOK HISTORY
    A HISTORY THAT HAS JAILED US
    AND TORTURED US
    AND SUPER-GLUED OUR FEET
    TO A YARD OF DOG POOP
    WE SHOULD BE LIVING IN OUTER SPACE
    ON OTHER PLANETS
    DOING OTHER THINGS
    THINKING OTHER THINGS
    BEING HAPPY
    AND BEING HAPPY
    THAT OTHER PEOPLE
    ARE HAPPY

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    • eatmorewords

      super glued with a thousand years of spat out chewing gum wedged to your soul – you can’t move in any direction
      instead you pivot like a 10foot basketball player
      you have a sense of movement but it’s not real
      illusionary chimeras in size twelve shoes

      you should love those who need to be loved – it comes with no caveat
      no small sprint that makes the feelings null and void
      And
      we know the world is a damaged place
      full of damaged people
      doing damage to others **
      But
      I have warm tea, the kids are laughing in another room
      it’s all in hand

      ——————————

      **”There’s only one rule that I know of, babies—God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.”

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  52. multiplemichael

    IMPRISONED POETS HAVING EMPTY CONVERSATIONS
    BAGGY EYES AND DROOPING LIDS, COMMON MATTRESS SORES
    THE PARTY FOOD WAS HEAVY WITH CARCINOGENIC CHEMICALS
    LEFTOVERS WERE PLACED IN THE BARN TO KILL MICE AND RATS
    FRENCH PEOPLE WERE INVITED BUT THEY TOOK A WRONG TURN
    WITH LIMITED EDUCATION, HOW FAR CAN ONE COUNT ?
    *repayment for oppression, perpetual repentance
    *poets are often subject to prisoner rehabilitation

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  53. multiplemichael

    IN BITTER ALIENATION THE CHOIR LEFT THE CHURCH
    AND WENT TO THE LOCAL STARBUCKS
    WHERE CRUDE STIMULANTS
    COULD BE PURCHASED
    LOW GRADE METH
    CALLED “BENDS”
    WIDE AWAKE
    TREMBLING

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    • eatmorewords

      coffee in cardboard cups 1 metre tall
      secret ingredients of placebo
      constructed as
      a new soma
      sedate the blue collar
      scented & hypnotised
      hard earned cash handed
      to placate

      at leviathan they serve it in buckets forty straws
      slurping at the teat
      battery farmed

      trembling so hard it looked like there were two of you

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  54. multiplemichael

    LIKE INNOCENT FISH IN A NET
    THEY WERE ALL CAUGHT
    EDUCATED ADULTS GUILTY
    OF JUVENILE DELINQUENCY
    SNEAKERS AND A SWEATER
    THICK PUBIC HAIR
    BLOOD IN THE CORNERS
    OF THEIR MOUTHS
    EYEBALL FURY
    SUFFOCATING
    ENTERTAINMENT
    SKELETAL RUCKUS
    VAUDEVILLE JAZZ
    THE ONE-EYE WILLIE BOYS
    OZARK HILLBILLY SUBSCRIPTION
    “WELL MADE” RECOGNIZABLE RUSSIAN JAZZ
    BEGINNING, MIDDLE, AND A COLD NOSE END
    “DADDY, THE TRANSLATOR HAS LEFT TOWN”
    “WE NO NEED NO STINKING TRANSLATOR”

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    • eatmorewords

      a family of hillbillies, six teeth between ten of them – father is a brother as sister to mother – always a fire burning
      animal skulls as candle holders – cars with no tyres (I’ve seen the films)
      the first time they heard jazz their noses bled – when asked to point to Russia on a map they asked “what is Russia?” –

      the jazz composer knows there’s no need for a beginning middle or end – there just is

      the translator couldn’t translate the new words – at best they guessed – underpaid and depressed they looked at mountains

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      • multiplemichael

        ABRAHAM LINCOLN WAS AN AMERICAN HILLBILLY
        HE DID NOT DRIVE AN AUTOMOBILE
        OR RIDE IN AN AIRPLANE
        ON A MAP, RUSSIA PROBABLY LOOKED LIKE CHINA
        WHAT DID HE GIVE A RAT’S ASS ABOUT RUSSIA ?
        BAREFOOT FIDDLE WAS THE TICKET
        BAREFOOT FIDDLE WITH A MAN
        JOSHUA SPEED
        THEY SAY THAT WAS BEFORE SEXUAL AWARENESS
        SODOMY WAS NEWFANGLED, FRIENDSHIP ORIENTATED
        PERHAPS (biographical puzzle pieces)

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      • eatmorewords

        Abe Lincoln spent his formative years locked away for misdemeanours – time was spent lifting weights in the yard and preaching radicalism –
        he avoided shower situations
        he protected himself with violence

        When he left the big house he was given THAT hat – people speculated what was underneath:
        a conjoined twin?
        socialist ideals?
        a portal (THE portal?!)
        keys to leviathan?
        escaped slaves?
        lube?
        nothing –
        its a McGuffin? A plot device…

        …no one knew & no one knows

        Abe in his vest flexing prison made muscle – ideas left leaning – prison yard preacher with granite jaw – Indian ink pon pricked tattoos photoshopped out of history but Abe had ’em

        Abe and the Hillbilles – the name of his first band – covering Johnny Cash numbers in salubrious environs

        the dead hooker in the boot of his care

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      • multiplemichael

        JOHNNY CASH ALWAYS SANG ABOUT HILLBILLY PLACENTA
        DREAMS ABOUT THE INITIAL SOURCE OF LIFEBLOOD
        ANTHROPOLOGISTS CALL ME EVERY THIRTY MINUTES
        I HAVE OFTEN SPOKE OF TOBACCO JUICE AND ROCK SALT
        THE GREATEST SACRED THING BEING THE BLUE BULLS
        I CAN NEVER RETURN THERE, CHILDHOOD VERBATIM
        I MUST LIVE IN LITTLE FLORIDA, MY STRUCTURED CAGE
        I CAN SPEAK THROUGH THE GRATE LIKE A TONGUE
        PRECISE WORDS FLOAT THROUGH THE AIR
        IDENTIFICATION WILL BE IMPOSSIBLE
        INDIGENOUS OR NOT

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  55. multiplemichael

    INVOLVED PSYCHOLOGICAL DUNG
    SELF-GRATIFYING HIGHER PURPOSES
    MY MOST WONDERFUL POETRY PROCESSOR
    YES, IT MAY BE A FOCUSING DEVICE FOR TRANSCENDENT EVIL
    YES, THERE MAY BE SEXUALLY SYMBOLIC LIAISONS WITH A MACHINE
    I DID NOT LAUGH AT YOUR ODOMETER JOKE—POETIC PSYCHIATRY RESOLVED

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    • eatmorewords

      there is nothing there – no connection – no nothing – cross currents diffuse
      overpower the mains

      overload
      overlord
      one letter difference –

      they / we / I / you / them / us /

      haven’t advanced anywhere – a new haircut isn’t an evolutionary leap forward – still in a cul de sac – shouting at street corner preachers –

      empty casks
      a husk
      all the faces melt merge blur

      shes had enough

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      • multiplemichael

        I ALWAYS KNEW WHEN SHE HAD ENOUGH
        SHE WOULD START SAYING, “ELI,ELI, lama sabachthani ?”
        EMILY WOULD UNFOLD HER POETRY AND RUN HER FINGER OVER THE WORDS
        AS IF SHE COULD FEEL SOMETHING AMISS OR POSSIBLY THE SOFTNESS OF DECAY
        EACH DAY WAS FULL OF FOOLHARDINESS AND MISADVENTURE AND EMILY WAS DEAF
        TO THE TERRIBLE SCREAMS OF CIVILIZATION, BLIND TO HER FACE OF LONELINESS
        OFTEN IN HER MIND, SHE WOULD SWIM UNDER THE WAVES OF NOAH’S FLOOD LIKE A SEAL
        SHE LIKED THINKING OF HERSELF AS BLACK AND SLICK AND SLIDING THROUGH THE WATER

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      • multiplemichael

        YOU MENTION “A NEW HAIRCUT” AND I START THINKING SECRET AGENT
        DRIVING THE BATMOBILE, THE 007 SPITFIRE, THE LANGUAGE OF IMPULSE
        KISSING A LADY WITH PINCER-LIKE CLAWS FOR HANDS
        THE PAINFUL HUMILIATION OF SHOWING THE DOCTOR THE DAMAGE
        WAS IT A CAREENING OVERTURN AT 90mph ?
        —————A MIND WITH CLOSED SHUTTERS AND HASPED THOUGHTS
        WITNESSING YOURSELF NUDE AT THE FUNERAL OF NORMAN’S MOTHER
        QUASI-RELIGIOUS MASOCHISM, PURE AND SIMPLE, JOHNNY BOY
        “KEEP THE HONEYMOON FIRE BURNING”
        OBSCENE GURGLING ?
        “I NEVER NOTICED YOUR HOOVES”
        CRAZY THOUGHTS ABOUT MARRYING SATAN
        ROSEMARY’S BABY
        *lambasting from the Vatican

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      • eatmorewords

        James Bond always kissed the Russian ladies
        but not the one with knifes in her shoes – the theatre of the absurd –
        it’s nothing like that in the real world Mr.Bond – woman don’t always wear swimsuits – men don’t live underwater – midgets and kung fu

        all detectives are flawed

        MM lost in the wilderness amongst millions of years of geography – thousand of years of people using the same words – letter after letter sentence after sentence – fractures structures at the speed of light

        phlegm chest rattler slipping on entrails carrying the oxygen tanks

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      • multiplemichael

        ANXIOUS OF DETECTIVES
        EVERY CRUCIAL MOMENT
        STARCHY PRUDES PEEKING OUT
        PEOPLE MENDED TO BE BROKEN AGAIN
        NOMINAL REALITY IS EXPENSIVE
        NAKED IN THE TUB UNEXPLAINED
        WORDS AS SCARY AS SCORPIONS
        FIRST-TIME…..COULD IT BE TRUE ?
        TRUTH IN A STACK OF HUNDRED DOLLAR BILLS
        REMEMBER THE GIRL WHO COULD PLAY THE HARMONICA ?
        YOU PAID HER $500 TO PUT IT UP HER GREAT SOFT ORGAN

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      • multiplemichael

        ——————THE DISSOLUTION OF LIFE BY DEATH———————————
        DIG A GRAVE OR LEARN TO SPELL, HISTORICAL AND RELIGIOUS WORDS
        THE BABY FINDS ITS FOOTHOLD WHILE DADDY IS LEFT PAINFULLY ALONE
        DIG A GRAVE OR LEARN TO READ, HISTORICAL AND SOCIAL REFERENCE
        ROMANCE WITH A GAUGE FOR IRRELEVANCY, PURE DRAMA
        APPARENT REALITY IS GHOST-FREE, THE FRONT SEAT CROWDED
        DISEMBODIED SPIRITS BY THE THOUSANDS, FAMILY AND FRIENDS
        CASUAL CONNECTIONS, PEOPLE WITH BONY SERVANT HANDS
        A SILHOUETTE OF A SCYTHE, DEATH SCENTED SMOKE FROM JAPAN
        ISOLATION DOESN’T COME CHEAP LIKE DOLLAR STORE CRUD
        HENCHMEN WRITE POETRY, MACHINERY GRINDS IT OUT TOO

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      • eatmorewords

        henchman just curtail to the loudest voice – weak spine missing vertebrae – all henchman look smaller in real life – some paint scars on their faces to give the impression

        “DONT RUB IT
        BE A MAN”- that was their motto – it was written in their card – tattooed – all part if the initiation – they wore a leather glove on their left hand it was a sign – hidden but open

        just like the looks she gave me

        ————————–

        the Beatles came from a harbour town – a town of boats – direct decedents of Neptune –

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      • multiplemichael

        “RUB IT PLENTY”

        I PUT THE GLOVES IN A BOX
        DIDN’T CARE FOR THE FEEL
        DISRUPTIVE TO MY CHAIN OF THOUGHT
        ONCE YOU WADE PAST THE PILLOWS
        IT IS ALL PINK AND FRIENDLY

        SOMETIMES MY SMILE GOES OFF THE MAP
        THE PRICE OF ADMISSION
        UP THE NOSE

        IT MAKES GOD LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANY WORD
        PRINTED IN ANY DICTIONARY

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  56. multiplemichael

    WILLING TO FEEL PAIN AS TO GIVE IT
    ARM PULLED OUT OF SOCKET
    UNFURLING,
    UNFURLING ALMOST LUCIFERIAN
    SNAKEBITE MIKE
    PURCHASES IN THE RELIGIOUS ZONE
    LITTLE PEOPLE IN LIFE
    WANTING THEIR DARK CIRCLE
    COLORED WHITE
    *I’ve pissed on the barriers
    *a stopover on the way to Snakebite Mike

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  57. multiplemichael

    YOU NEVER MENTION PICASSO
    I PUT HIM ON ROLLER SKATES
    AND PUSHED HIM OFF A CLIFF
    HE HAD BARRIERS BECAUSE
    HE WAS RICH AND FAMOUS
    I PISSED ON THE BARRIERS
    MY VICIOUS SELF ON DISPLAY
    SNAKEBITE MIKE

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  58. multiplemichael

    THE THUNDER OF NIAGARA FALLS
    ON THE HEAD OF PICASSO
    I PISSED ON HIM LIKE A BOY DOG
    HE WAS KINDA FLAT FROM THE FALL
    THE ROLLER SKATES WERE GONE
    JUST WHITE BONES AND RED PUS
    “I DON’T SEE YOU ASSAULTING
    MODERN ART NOW”
    HE WAS QUIET AND STILL
    BEYOND ELECTRICAL-MECHANICAL REPAIR
    HIS APPARATUS NO LONGER CONNECTED
    HE WAS SNAKEBITE MIKE DEAD

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    • eatmorewords

      your uncle (mothers side) had all his dominos lined up – literally – days spent in a breeze free warehouse – lining then up one by one – black and white dots – when they tumbled they would recount the story of Rocky (1 to 3) – there would be explosions
      a domino would trip the launching of a model got air ballon – things would HAPPEN

      but a fly flew in – during nocturnal breaks and
      landed on the starting piece and I front of the flies thousand eyes the dominoes fell

      your uncle entered the warehouse next day and saw his dreams smashed – you could hear the heart breaks – next thing he recalled was Being thrown from a church in Wisconsin

      they buried snakebite mike in a domino coffin –

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      • multiplemichael

        CHARLIE ZERO TOLD ME THAT HE HAD DREAMS ABOUT STANDING
        ON TOP OF THE EIFFEL TOWER THROWING OFF PORTABLE TOILETS
        WHEN THE POLICE ARREST HIM THEY FIND BLUE CORN CAKES
        IN HIS MIDWEST SEARS UNDERWEAR, POSSIBLY GREEN CHILE
        ADHERING TO THE SIDES BUT NOT LIMITED TO THE SIDES
        BLUE CORN CAKES AND GREEN CHILE ARE UNFORMED CHILDREN
        HUMANS MUST MULTIPLY, POETS TRY TO IMPREGNATE ALL CREASES
        CRAWL IN THE DIVIDE AND DEPOSIT THE SPERMS, THE ROYAL JISM
        OH PLEASE LORD, THE BABBLINGS OF BABY-TALK INSIDE THE FLAPS

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      • eatmorewords

        in the time of my younger years while CZ1 was still wiring up the blue red yellow wires fingering conduits screwdriver inside the poem machine I was out there
        getting my hands dirty
        deep into the meat of the matter
        the sinew her warm parts I’ll always remember

        the thunderstorm cracks and explodes it was on TV

        hardened pork chops used as poor mans shoes out their on the tarmac rocket blueprints used as oil drum fire fuel dogs following him around sniffing noses in the air

        sniffing round the middle

        the zero man sells his metaphysical self at the thrift store for a box of words his arrest record will never be expunged the world will hear of the crimes and he is empty

        I don’t even know if is in the rules the royal jism drowns the queen bee

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      • multiplemichael

        POETRY MAGAZINES ARE CHASING JOHNNY BOY LIKE WOLVES
        THEY ARE HUNGRY FOR DESCRIPTIVE WRITING
        ANY DEGREE OF HONESTY IN DEALING WITH LIFE
        DEXTERITY DEAR JOHNNY BOY
        THEY WANT DEXTERITY
        SICK OF THE TIRED TOYS
        OF CURRENT FAMOUS POETS
        ANGRY AT THE ENDLESS RANGE
        OF MACHINE POETRY
        SOMEONE DISSATISFIED WITH DAILY LIFE
        WILLING TO TURN EACH MOMENT
        INTO WORDS
        A MAN WITH A SPECIAL CURIOSITY
        AS TO WHAT IS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE REFLECTION
        JOHNNY BOY, PUT ON YOUR BOOTS
        WADE OUT THERE IN THE MUD OF REALITY
        *I’ve used a couple of the words that I nailed to the floor
        you are welcome to use the rest

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      • multiplemichael

        ——————————JOHNNY BOY———————————–
        I’VE CAPTURED AFRICA AND PUT IT IN A BOX
        I DARE YOU TO TAKE IT OUT
        THE LIMITS OF THE KNOWN WORLD
        ARE WELL MARKED
        ULYSSES HAS SAID THAT WE
        MUST FOLLOW VIRTUE AND KNOWLEDGE
        *Maya Angelou thought only crazy white people
        would follow virtue and knowledge

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      • multiplemichael

        POVERTY-RIDDEN POETS STANDIND DEAD
        NO MONEY TO SLEEP HORIZONTAL
        WORMS LEAKING FROM THE EDGES
        BIRDS FLY DOWN AND HELP THEMSELVES
        REPRINTED WORDS AT THE FLEA MARKET
        HUMAN EARS AND LIPS IN JELLY JARS
        VOYEURISTIC MAGAZINES OF PRIVATE PARTS
        ISOLATED AND NAIVE, MEN STARE AT FLAPS
        “GOD SURE DIDN’T TAKE HIS TIME WITH THAT THING”
        EMBARRASSING ENOUGH TO KEEP IT COVERED

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      • multiplemichael

        PEOPLE WHO WORK THE MEAT TABLES
        PROBABLY NEVER SAY THE WORD “ANDROGYNOUS”
        MANY PEOPLE ARE CLEARLY EMBARRASSED TO DEAL
        WITH SUCH AN OLD TESTAMENT PROBLEM
        RELUCTANCE TO FACE UP TO SUCH AN ABSURDITY
        THE WHOLE TIME, RELATIVES ARE HOLDING ON FAST
        TO REPRESENTATIONAL SYMBOLS
        DECORATIVE TRIVIALITIES AT BEST

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      • multiplemichael

        THEY WANTED ME TO LOOK INTO HIS PRIMORDIAL SOUP
        TO SEE IF HE WAS PREVERBAL OR VERBAL
        AN IMPORTANT TURNING POINT IN DEVELOPMENT
        A BUDDING FOR CAPACITY TO COMMUNICATE
        WITHIN A DOZEN LIPS, PERPETUAL ORALITY
        MADNESS TO SPEAK OF EYES CLOSED
        *what he is and what he thinks himself to be

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      • eatmorewords

        thunderstorms stopped us in our tracks – it’s a good job we’re waterproof she told me as we drowned on the street
        at the crossroad due to an administrate error we sold our soup to the devil

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  59. multiplemichael

    IF YOU GLANCE AT HIS TROUSERS, YOU CAN SEE THE OUTLINE
    OF HIS HEROIN ADDICT HABIT, PUZZLING POSSIBILITIES THERE
    A TINY SMILE FOR THE COUNTRY BOY, AMNESIAC TO SIZE
    YOUR HAIR RUMPLED, YOUR FACE FLUSHED, GOO ON YOUR HAND
    GUILT AND SHAME WERE OUTSIDE BUT NOW THEY ARE GONE
    VAGUE AND ELUSIVE LOVE LIKE A HORSE WITH THREE LEGS
    SNORT SOME MORE ADOLESCENCE—SEE WHAT HAPPENS

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    • multiplemichael

      HAVING COME FROM A PLACE POPULATED WITH FAIRY-FOLK
      GIFTED WOMEN CAUGHT UP IN VERSIONS OF CINDERELLA
      SILLY GIRLS MISLEADING MEN INTO FLUSHING THEIR FAMILY
      GUILTY HANDS THE COLOR OF BRIGHT ORANGE PUMPKINS
      MISTRESS OF THE MONTH DISTINCTIVELY PINK SEQUINED HOLE
      THE SHEER NONSENSE OF FRICTION, REGRETTABLY DUMBING
      HUMANIZED FRICTION, UNCENSORED BACK AND FORTH

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      • multiplemichael

        SEMI-RESPECTABLE OUTSIDE KNOCKING ON THE DOOR
        SELF-INDULGENT INSIDE ON HER MERRY-GO-ROUND
        A REAL UPSTART IN THE SEX THEATRE
        NO POVERTY ONLY VULGAR EXCESS
        EXTRAVAGANT IN PERSONAL PLEASURE
        I’VE NAILED SEVERAL WORDS TO THE FLOOR
        YOU CAN TAKE YOUR PICK

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      • multiplemichael

        THINK ABOUT ABRAHAM—MANHOOD AND MEAT
        MEN WATCHING OTHER MEN WRESTLE
        SWOLLEN ON THE TURNPIKE
        “DISOBEYING OURSELVES”
        SPERMS NEVER BEING NAMED
        SLIPPED QUIETLY INTO A PAPER TOWEL
        THE STENCH OF THE REST STOP
        WEE WEE JUST LIKE PARIS
        EMBLEMS AND SIGNS
        SKULLS AND METH
        ALL THOSE PROMISES
        POETS SEEKING BLESSING
        LANGUAGE STUFFED HOLES
        WORDS STOLEN
        BEING SPOKEN TO
        *Emily once pointed to her crotch and said, “there’s words in there”

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      • eatmorewords

        bruises the colour of the midnight bull always awaken suspicion
        fingers point but it’s not the bruises
        it’s where they are

        (soft flesh the contrast on skin, a welt
        rising)

        their location & it’s proximity to the places you must keep hidden

        Emily is quoted incorrectly
        a reference to a text that never existed
        a footnote in a wiki page edited by a lonely man in Wisconsin

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      • multiplemichael

        EMILY WAS HOLDING ME TIGHT THIS MORNING
        TRYING TO TELL ME THAT IT WAS NOT SIN
        THAT SEPARATED THE LONE SHEEP
        FROM THE HIGHER FLOCK
        IT WAS THE SINFULNESS
        BEHIND THE SIN
        WHEN I REMOVE MY SHOES
        AND TOUCH THE EARTHLY SOIL
        SEEMINGLY UNRETURNED AFFECTION
        HAS TAKEN UP OCCUPATION IN MAN’S MIND
        OUR BEST-GROUNDED DOUBTS AND FEARS
        NEVER CAST US FROM THE “EVERLASTING ARMS”

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      • multiplemichael

        EACH HAND HAS A TONGUE
        FOREIGN WORDS
        HAVE EARS PRESSED TO THE GROUND
        JUST A TINY SCRAP
        COULD BECOME A POEM
        SANITARY PROBLEMS OUT THE WINDOW
        TOO TIRESOME TO WASH
        ROOTED IN MOST CHILDHOODS
        OLD PEOPLE WANTING A CURE
        WITCHES TRYING TO CENTER
        THEIR CIRCLE
        FOR THE BENEFIT OF OTHERS
        JOHNNY BOY TOSSES HIS OBSERVATION
        OF WOMEN
        UNDISCIPLINED
        AS THEY WERE
        BALLADS FROM THE FRONTIER
        MEN TAKING TURNS
        MAKING THE NOISE OF THE WORLD
        *the sad truth is that we are grounded
        in the old language

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  60. multiplemichael

    GOD TOLD EVE THAT HE HAD FILLED IN THE VALLEY
    NOW THE WIND COULD BLOW
    THE LOGS COULD FALL
    BUT LOVE WOULD REMAIN MOTIONLESS
    SHE WAS NO LONGER THE LANDLORD OF BIRTH
    THE RAVAGES OF HUNGER WERE GONE
    SHE COULD SPEND HER TIME IN THOUGHT
    MAKE A MENTAL QUILT OF WHAT WAS TO BE

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    • multiplemichael

      ENDLESS EMOTIONAL COLLISIONS WITH FATHER
      SERPENTS IN HIS POCKETS WITH A LURKING NOSTALGIA
      PARTICIPATE JOHNNY BOY—NEANDERTHAL IN A SWEATER
      ELASTIC AND BONE PUZZLEMENT—UNCAGED IN SHORTS
      HOOFERS ON THE FIELD, SENSIBLE NONSENSE SCORES

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      • eatmorewords

        i didn’t bleep on the radar
        I fell off the grid – I was a ghost in own my life story – a name in a timeline – the sun come out and people disrobed – you’re probably used to it in Florida – but it’s all tattooed and toes here – white meat then salmon pink lobster red – we are the perfect distance from fire –
        too many candles on my cake
        I have to reconsider time and my place within it –
        the sweater has a loses thread one tug and it all unravels – the plot the thread the edifice –

        years ago I was fired from inside of her – this is the revolution – the circle has spun and I can participate again

        the factory door is always open

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    • eatmorewords

      Time unthought of and time in thinking downwind of the brown stench the piping is blogged – I used to stand tall and piss like a horse now it trickles like a tear from a sad eye – god told eve who told adam who told paul who told john that the valley was the path follow the wind –
      from the roof tops the people swarmed like bees the war in apartment 45b – a suitcase packed but hidden –
      a dog on a lead
      the dog sleeps and dreams of bones –
      the hunger of the Beatle king

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      • multiplemichael

        A SUITCASE PACKED, GARMENTS FOR ACROBATICS
        TINY PRACTICAL LIMBS, PROPER SIZE FINGERS
        DEATH BY GUILLOTINE—POISONED AND CUT
        THE DOCTOR WOULD NOT TALK ABOUT MEDICATIONS
        CONTEMPT, SUPERIORITY, GLOVED HANDS
        —————————————————————-
        JUST WANTED TO LIVE ONE MORE MINUTE
        DOMESTIC AXE ON THE THROAT
        LEPROUS SCABS SERVED ON AMERICAN DOLLARS
        FALSIFIERS AND OTHER DUNG ON MOTEL BED
        MANDATORY ROMANCE WALLOWING
        HORIZONTAL AND INSTRUMENTAL
        MY BACK PRESSED INTO FILTH

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      • eatmorewords

        The old brown suitcase looking like a forlorn dog – brown and beaten – lead tied to the radiator -flaking skin at the waiting room –
        the GP waiting room –
        bughouse coughing lab – sitting there knowing there’s no cure – the Doctors fingers
        – magicians hands
        – wanting to grab life for two minutes and avoid the guillotine
        machete for hands
        enforceable rules through tough love on TV talk shows
        – people marry their sisters
        – others fuck horse

        how central are we to all of this?

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      • eatmorewords

        walk downstairs the streets rainy soaked weather vein spins the breeze collar held up to the wind
        like a detective this is the time of the wolverine
        brown leather suitcase –
        brown leather jackets worn at the elbow –

        she didn’t like the attention of strangers the odd glance
        eyes in her direction being brushed against in public – shivers along spine hair on ends – she kept to routines – repeated certain actions

        pictures of the Beatle king
        hip swaying Jagger

        scared of the young kids who looked old before their time –
        all grown up with milk teeth in gums -all kids are explosions waiting to happen –

        emotional collateral scattered across the killing floor

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      • multiplemichael

        LISTEN SUNSHINE, NOTHING BUT MATA HARI INTRIGUE
        IN EMOTIONAL COLLATERAL SCATTERED
        (for legal reasons, milk teeth or killing floors cannot be put in print)
        CHILDREN ARE CITIZENS OF NOWHERE
        OFTEN PLACED IN FRONT OF A SCREEN
        IMPRISONMENT BY VISION
        NOT CAPABLE OF A PERSONALITY
        LACKING GENDER IN PRONOUNS
        CRAMPED GROWTH MAKES FOR ODD SHAPE
        FOREHEAD LIKE A SQUAT APE FROM KENTUCKY

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      • multiplemichael

        POETS WHO WRITE IN THE WOODS, ANDROGYNOUS POETS
        GAY POETS WITH POLITICAL WIVES WHO RAKE LEAVES
        I WAVED AT THE WIFE NEXT DOOR MINUS HER SWEATER
        A FEMALE BODY EASILY THAT OF A YOUNG BOY
        “HE’S BUSY WRITING VERBS AND GENDER-FREE PRONOUNS”
        SHE COULD BE A PLEASURABLE FIRST CHAPTER
        A BIRTHDAY PRESENT OF ATHLETIC PROWESS
        HER ADOLESCENT TO PRE-ADOLESCENT GAIT
        I THOUGHT WHAT A BARN MATE
        I SAID, “THANK GOD, HE IS GENDER SOPHISTICATED”
        WAS SHE AWARE OF THE STRONG PHYSICAL
        COMPONENT IN OUR EXCHANGE ?
        THAT I LONGED TO FIND ANCHORED PEACE
        IN HER STEAMING PORT ?
        LUSTFUL LODGING IN HER MOCCASIN ?
        ———————————————————————————————–
        ———————————————————————————————–
        DRESSED IN RAGS AND LIVING OUTDOORS
        EUNUCH-LIKE POETS WHO FAIL TO CONSUMMATE
        LOST IN SEXUAL ATTRACTION
        THE NEED TO LABOR INFORMATION
        SECRET MARGINAL ANNOTATIONS
        WOMAN ON BICYCLE
        WOMAN WITH STOUT SHOES
        IT WAS ALL ABSURD
        LOVE OR NO LOVE
        *if only men had a feminine capacity for feeling

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      • multiplemichael

        POETS WHO HIDE IN THE WOODS, ANDROGYNOUS POETS
        TIP-TOE TO JESUS, BABY BOY—DON’T CONCENTRATE ON HIS FACE
        THE NEIGHBORS WANT TO KNOW WHICH WAY THE WIND BLOWS
        A LURE TO YOUR OWN KIND—OFTEN A UNION IS JUST A MERGE
        THE STRAIGHT PREACH THE PROMISE OF THE RETURN
        LITTLE ONES AND FAMILY LIFE, SING-SONGY SUNDAYS
        CONFUSION NEVER WAVES A FLAG OR SOUNDS A HORN
        BIOLOGICAL ARROWS POINT THE DIRECTION
        SLEEPING AT THE LOONY ASYLUM
        BEDS FULL OF TOBACCO
        FRIENDLY LIPS PUFFING

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      • multiplemichael

        DREAMS OF BONES———-DOG SLEEPS AND DREAMS OF BONES
        JOHNNY BOY PUTS THE BONES AT RIGHT ANGLES
        HIGHLY CIRCUMSCRIBED——PRIMARY COLORS
        ———————–GEOMETRICAL————————-
        NOTHING MATHEMATICAL AND YET, EVERYTHING IS MATHEMATICAL
        CHECKERBOARD ACADEMIC UNDERPANTS WITH UTOPIAN FLY
        MYSTERIOUS NOCTURNAL MELODIES NEAR THE BLUE BULLS
        BEYOND TONGUE AND EAR, MOCKING CARNIVAL MADNESS
        THE SOUL OF THE POET HAS NO ATTENDANTS

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      • eatmorewords

        where we stand is a middle ground between the birth and death –
        the squeeze & scream that spat us out
        (we all know how we got here) –
        but we don’t the method or means of our exit –
        death with its jaws extend in the wash dragged up the beach & pulled down towards the breakers – fish bones & corpses

        trees collapse and are trampled to mulch

        the attendant at the door points to the exit

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      • multiplemichael

        HISTORY HAS MADE A MOCKERY OF EVERYTHING IMPORTANT

        RELIGIOUS PEOPLE DO NOT KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH HISTORY

        HISTORY IS THE ENEMY——HISTORY IS THE ENEMY

        IF IT WAS NOT FOR HISTORY, REALITY COULD BE REDESIGNED

        AND PEOPLE IN GENERAL COULD BE FOOLED INTO STUPIDITY

        THE ATTENDANT AT THE GATE POINTS AT HISTORY—NO ESCAPE

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      • multiplemichael

        ADAM AND EVE WERE SOLE CREATIONS
        YET THEY HAD CONVERSATIONS WITH OTHERS
        MIGHTY-MOUTHED INDIVIDUALS…………POETS ?
        MUSICAL NOTES AND MOVING FEET
        ITALIANS LITTERED THE STREETS
        WITH RUSSIAN JAZZ
        FORESKINS SO TIGHT
        IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE TO GET HARD
        HONEYMOON NIGHT TEETH
        DONE DAMAGE
        THEN SELF-DIRECTING
        *the law of the gospel (reason and justice and so much more)

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  61. multiplemichael

    A LITTLE FRENCH, A LITTLE ALGEBRA, BURMESE COOTER EXERCISES

    WHATEVER IT TOOK—-FEMALES TO CHANGE HISTORY

    SIGNAL FLAGS——-MEN SILENT IN THE DARK

    IN THEIR PANTS ONE COULD HEAR THE BIOLOGICAL DRIVES

    THE FEAR OF BEING PIERCED AND THE AFTER PARTY MESS

    ANONYMOUS LOVE, THEY CALLED IT THAT IN THE SHOWER ROOM

    LIKE A THIEF IN THE NIGHT, THE NAMELESS ACT, GENDER SUICIDE

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    • eatmorewords

      real nurses share real ghost stories amongst germ ridden beds of death stalking all corridors –
      multiple micheal in the cargo bay – beware werewolves
      STAY OFF THE MOORS – the nocturnal howl of the wolves
      – doors bolted
      twilight genocide
      – night of the sharp teeth

      men with flags –
      semaphore conversations – shouting at distance till your voice is hoarse

      (She heard this a thousand times but never pictured a horse in someone’s mouth)..

      Flarff is another vacuum the world doesn’t need put it in a box and take a flying fuck at the moooooooooooooon*

      ————-

      *vonnegut was right

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      • multiplemichael

        MADE CONTACT WITH YOKO TODAY
        SHE HAD A NEW “FLEA-FUR”
        WHO WEARS SUCH A THING ?
        COULD SHE BE A FLEA MAGNET ?
        SAID THAT SHE WAS TAKING PILLS
        THAT MADE HER FEEL LIKE SHE
        WAS READY TO POUR WATER ON JESUS
        I DID NOT ASK QUESTIONS
        SHE KEPT PINCHING MY FINGER
        HAD I FORGOTTEN HOW IT FEELS ?
        THE PLEASURE ENCOUNTERED
        ABOVE HER STOCKINGS
        BALD AND THREE-DIMENSIONAL
        CLEVERLY SITUATED
        NEAR THE COAL MINE

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      • multiplemichael

        THE MULTIPLICITY OF MEANINGS—SHIFTING NARRATIVE
        YOU’VE PUT FLARF IN A VACUUM—NO MORE EXPLICIT CORRELATIVES
        FLAGS COME IN HANDY IN THE CIRCLE OF HELL
        MALIGNANT PET POOP BEGGING YOUR EVERY STEP
        THE BROWN PUCKERS UP LIKE MICK FOR A 12yr OLD
        THERE MAY BE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE
        I HAVEN’T SEE ANY
        WHEN I LOOK IN PEOPLE’S MOUTHS
        I SEE BROKEN GLASS
        SICKNESS OF THE SOUL
        BABIES IN HOT CARS
        CHILDREN BLOATED IN SWIMMING POOLS
        HIT AND RUNS
        MODERN CRITICISM

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      • multiplemichael

        I WANTED TO SWALLOW THE POETRY OF THE YOUNG AND UNSUNG
        TALK OF FLARF SWAMPS EVERY OTHER SUBJECT OF CONVERSATION
        I SANG ARIAS OF PRAISE FOR MY ALTERED POETRY MACHINE
        PEARLS BEFORE THE PURVEYORS OF THE TURNPIKE AND INTERSTATE
        OH LORD, THE POETS ARE PAINTING THE PAVEMENT BLACK

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      • multiplemichael

        CITIZENS COMMITTED TO SIN
        I TRY TO RUN AWAY
        ONLY TO FIND MYSELF SEWN
        TO THEIR MISERY
        I CHANGED MY NAME
        I PREACH OBEDIENCE TO GOD
        CONSUMING JESUS ON A SCHEDULE
        SEARS GIVES ME EXTRA POINTS
        WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN
        THE DEAD KNOCK ON THE DOOR
        RELUCTANT TO LEAVE
        SHORT ON REPLACEMENTS
        I USE “HEATHEN” PARTS

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    • multiplemichael

      THROUGH DIVINE GRACE—TRUCKLOADS OF INSIGHT AND EFFORT
      MAN BECOMES A SELF-DIRECTING FORCE OF GOD
      FLARF TUMBLES OUT THE BACKSIDE OF BEASTS
      POETRY WITHOUT SURRENDER—WITHOUT PROFIT OR SHAME
      WORDS ON FIRE IN THE DARKNESS—THOUGHTS MAY DO HARM

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      • multiplemichael

        I WANTED TO SWALLOW THE POETRY OF THE YOUNG AND UNSUNG
        —-INNOCENT POETS SUFFER BECAUSE I AM CORRUPT—-
        EACH ARTIST MUST LICK UP THEIR OWN FILTH
        YOU HOLD THE FLASHLIGHT IN THIS DARKNESS
        FORCES ARE REJOICING IN THE FALL OF MAN
        DOORS ARE BEING SEALED SHUT
        WORDS THROWN OFF CLIFFS
        YOU ARE GREEDY WITH THE FLASHLIGHT
        I DID NOT ASK TO BE AN OFFSPRING
        TOMORROW I MAY NOT BE RECOGNIZABLE

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      • multiplemichael

        SNAPSHOTS OF DAILY LIFE, ONE WRECK AT A TIME
        SCABS OF HIROSHIMA, ALL COLORS ALL SIZES
        BODIES ARE STILL FALLING FROM THE SKY
        WORLD WAR TWO CAN NEVER END
        POETRY IS BUTTERFLY BLOOD
        SCIENTIFIC DEATH IS GOD
        DEAD PEOPLE WITHOUT NAMES

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  62. multiplemichael

    SLEEPING IN A GRAVE WITH AILING LUNGS
    ONE PSYCHIC MALADY AFTER ANOTHER
    SIGNATURES WITHOUT NAMES
    DEAD PEOPLE DRUG OUT
    BY THE SCRUFF OF THE NECK
    PILING-UP OF RELATIVES
    FROM WORLD WAR TWO
    TRUTH IN BAD TASTE
    SORRY ABOUT THE ERROR
    THEY DID NOT FEEL ANY PAIN
    HAPPY FACE, HAPPY SMILE
    NO PAIN AT ALL
    MY MISTAKE

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      • multiplemichael

        A SEMIOFFICIAL COMMITTEE HAS BEEN FORMED
        TO DEAL WITH THE WORKS OF JOHNNY BOY
        THE TASK OF “REFUTING”
        I FEAR A NORWEGIAN WITH A SHARP BLADE
        RUN AMOK WITH THE WRONG GIRL
        YOU DIE
        COMPENSATING FOR INFERIORITY FEELINGS
        A PEOPLE BLOCKED ORGASTICALLY
        NORWEGIANS WITH SHARP KNIVES
        SEXUAL CUTLERY
        YOU LOCK THE DOOR
        AND HAVE YOUR LITTLE REHEARSAL
        JOHNNY BOY ON THE FLOOR

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      • eatmorewords

        Norwegian Committees,
        under cold northern sky –
        always at dusk,
        fire &
        flames
        flicker (like a knife in half caught moonlight),
        the committee assembled and set a match to the works – it was refuted

        (No one knows if this was to destroy was to lines or just to keep warm)

        Johnny Boy inferior with this alphabet

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      • multiplemichael

        SCABS FROM HIROSHIMA
        FOR SALE ON NORWEGIAN EBAY
        VERY LITTLE PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
        ANDROGYNOUS AND DRY
        OWNER HAS STRONG EMOTIONAL BOND
        ASKS THAT THEY REMAIN A FAMILY
        WITH RESPECT AND PROPER REST

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      • eatmorewords

        petty crimes in poetry –
        fifth columnists and flarf propagandists – they will soil this once clean house –
        you can only deconstruct until you have to construct again –

        lazy listener misheard the words and confused the anatomy of this poem

        we all have things inside but in all honestly,
        we don’t all know what they do,
        we don’t know the names

        flarf steals the bricks of someone else’s building

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      • multiplemichael

        ANTICIPATING A REUNION WITH SHARP CHAPS FROM THE CUTLERY
        STOLEN MOMENTS, CONFLICTS BETWEEN CONSCIENCE AND CONCUPISCENCE
        SLICES AND SLABS, PASSIONATE AND FLESHLY, AS WELL AS PSYCHICALLY
        LAWLESS COMPANIONS, PETTY CRIMES, A FLAGRANTLY BOHEMIAN LIFE STYLE
        NOT A SINGLE SPECK OF DUST FROM CHRISTIANITY THAT MATTERS

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      • multiplemichael

        STEALS THE BRICKS FROM ANOTHER’S BUILDING
        THE PASSION FOR KNOWLEDGE
        DANGER MIRRORS THAT PASSION
        WILL YOU FEED THE FIRE ?
        SATAN WANTS ME TO ASK YOU
        “WILL YOU FEED THE FLAMES ?”
        CLING TIGHT AND DON’T FALL
        JOHNNY BOY, SATAN SMILES
        THE THOUGHT OF OUR JOINT FUNERAL
        *people lie about death being your friend

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      • multiplemichael

        TWINS IN THE GRAVE:POETS NOSE TO NOSE
        MULTIPLEMICHAEL CUT IN TWO
        ONE UPRIGHT, ONE TEETH TO THE GROUND
        THE SOUND OF LIVING CREATURES ON THE SURFACE
        I NO LONGER UNDERGO THE BATTLE
        OR SWALLOW THE POISON
        SOMETIMES I DREAM OF BEING UPRIGHT
        *I marvel at the intense deep black of death

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      • multiplemichael

        STANDING IN THE CROWD WITH NEAR PERFECT SWEETNESS
        BONES ON TOP OF BONES WITH NO AUDIENCE
        BEYOND THE TOYS AND CIRCLES AND GIRL-PARTS
        ITALICS AROUND FEMININE NATURE
        REPETITIVE HAND TASKS
        CLIMAX AFTER CLIMAX
        WORD AFTER WORD
        LANGUAGE CENTERED RELIGION
        ONLY WORDS WITH REFERENTIAL FUNCTION
        ARE YE DROWNING ? NEED SOME DEAD WORDS TO FLOAT ?
        YOU CALL OUT NAMING THE THINGS YOU ENCOUNTER
        YOU ARE THE LIVING ARK OF LANGUAGE
        SPEAKING REALITY AND THEN DISCOVERING IT

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      • multiplemichael

        SOCIAL ISOLATION AS A TEST
        BONES ON TOP OF BONES
        WAY TOO BIOGRAPHICAL !!!
        EMILY DICKINSON FORGOTTEN
        SEXUAL TEXT WRITTEN BEFORE BED
        TOO MUCH CONTROL, PUNITIVE CONTROL
        UNLOVABLE WOMAN PIDDLES THE NIGHT AWAY
        ———————————————————————–
        ———————————————————————–
        SOCIAL ISOLATION AS A TEST
        BONES ON TOP OF BONES
        WANNA MAKE A BOMB ?
        EMILY DICKINSON CLICK CLICK CLICK
        BAD BLADDER WITH TONAL RANGE

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      • multiplemichael

        SHE WAS WRITING HISTORY
        LESSENING CONCERNS
        OLD PHOTOGRAPHS OF
        DAVID LYNCH
        UNWRAPPED TO THE WAIST
        DRY BEYOND DRY
        KERNELS IN THE JISM
        FRUITS FROM THE PELVIS
        ALPHABETICAL DEVICES
        SHINY AND SLICK WITH LUBE
        MASCULINITY IMPENDS

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      • eatmorewords

        there are clues in the archives – paper-trails, red herrings & smoking guns –

        buried beneath crushed leaves and old buildings, fallen trees and dead soldiers –

        archeologists will dig through the layers searching on bended
        knees –

        bent in benediction

        in a time when monosyllabic children walk into walls

        when trees shed their clothes and we wait for the sky to explode

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      • multiplemichael

        DRIVING AROUND THE COUNTRYSIDE
        LOOKING FOR THE WHITENESS
        OF LESS PUBLIC PARTS
        ————————————LESS PUBLIC PARTS
        EMILY DICKINSON:
        GEOGRAPHICAL EXPECTATIONS
        ————————————OBSTACLES
        HABITUAL THOUGHTS PASSED OFF
        AS BEING POETRY
        CONVERSATIONAL POETRY
        *reciting philosophical-sounding sentences
        **Emily with her passion rope stretched

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      • eatmorewords

        a forest of pubic hair
        a lumberjacks scream
        lost inside thickets and darkness
        the tiny whimper of lost animals
        – we find life in corners
        – hanging from branches –
        – she told me we are at the crossroads
        we have come to the crux
        – lost inside the canopies where the sun doesn’t penetrate up and down between the castes – all bases covered
        – pleasure by the inches
        pleasure touching pleasure – everyone’s a winner

        finger painting with ashes saved from the fire –
        fingering
        – painting with words

        nothing but second class poets
        – we are nothing but the words
        – we are nothing
        – but
        the words

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      • multiplemichael

        THE GUY WITH THE POCKETKNIFE SAID
        “I SEE THEE WHAT THOU ART”
        WORDS EXPLODE AND JOHNNY BOY
        RUNS AROUND
        SCOOPING UP IDEAS
        IF ONLY YOU COULD HARMONIZE DE’ SPIRIT
        PULL OUT A STRING OF MULTIPLE JESUS BOYS
        DOLLS FROM THE VIRGIN MOTHER
        BLACK AND WHITE INFANTILE MEMORIES
        STRAIGHTFORWARD INFANTILE SEXUAL MATERIAL
        OFFHAND SUCKING, BABYTALK AND SEAMLESS SIN
        REPETITIVE SUCKING, DAY AFTER DAY
        A FRESH WET-NURSE, NEVER THE SAME CRIME

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      • multiplemichael

        QUICK RECIPROCATING OF CURIOSITY
        GRATIFIED LUMBERJACKS RE-EXCITED
        IDLE DAYDREAMING WITH SANDPAPER
        MECHANICAL EXPRESSION, GLOBULES
        RESISTENCE AND THEN A STREAM
        NO NEED TO EXAGGERATE
        *Emily Dickinson was fond of instinctual gratification

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      • multiplemichael

        ———–WHERE LUMBERJACKS SCREAM————–
        RIDE HOME ON MY STICK-HORSE
        SUBSTANCELESS FAME
        LEFT AT THE WORK STATION
        LEFT ON BUS #2
        OPEN-EYED TO POETRY
        MANY-ARMED CARESS
        JUST GIVING IN TO DESIRE
        ON A CLOUD WITH NO CONTROL
        PEOPLE IN HELL
        CRY
        ABOUT THEIR EYEBALLS
        COLD AND HOT AND DRY
        MAGAZINE FAME ROLLED UP
        SERVING AS AN ANAL PLUG
        * please don’t tell Emily Dickinson that she has frenzied foam down below

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      • multiplemichael

        the guy with the pocketknife said,
        “I see thee what thou art”
        WHO WILL FEED YOU IN YOUR YOUTH ?
        WILL YOU SLEEP IN A BED ?
        what function will words serve in your daily line-up ?
        occult indirection taught at home
        —-the terrible unmanning———
        males cut and forced to be effeminate
        males removed from literature
        HISTORY TO BECOME HER-STORY

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      • multiplemichael

        TO DEAL WITH A SEMIOFFICIAL COMMITTEE
        READERS GUILTY OF SIN READING JOHNNY
        THE CLOVEN HOOF OF POETRY
        TREACHEROUS WORDS WITH SURFACE
        PITCHFORK WORKS FROM LONDON SCHOOLS
        PHOTOCOPIES OF PARENTS TURNED GRAY
        MOUTH AND BOTTOM WRECKS ON CURVES
        *Kentucky children: Lent, Easter, Holy Week, and Advent

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  63. multiplemichael

    WITH THE STONG FEVER CAME THE TROUBLESOME DREAMS
    ALWAYS AUSTRIA AND GERMANY AND THE RED BLOOD
    I TOLD THEM THAT I WAS AN AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL AMERICAN
    BUT THERE WAS THE DUTCHMAN DNA AND THE SYMBOLS
    AND I SPOKE PERFECT GERMAN AND I WAS A SKETCHY RAT BASTARD
    I COULD NEVER ESCAPE WHO I WAS
    FOCUSED ON A THRONE
    ABOVE THE MOUNTAIN OF BONES

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  64. multiplemichael

    I COULD NEVER ESCAPE WHO I WAS
    FOCUSED ON A THRONE
    OBSCENE KISSES FROM WONDROUS LIPS
    POET PRIEST AND HIS CHOIRBOYS
    ACTIONS IN THE SHADOWS
    CAMEO ROLES BY NORMAN AND HIS MOTHER
    CAMEO ROLES BY EMILY DICKINSON AND JOAN RIVERS
    MICK JAGGER AND THE STONES
    IN ANIMAL SKINS WITH OILY MEAT
    HALF-BEAST ROCK AND ROLL STARS
    ANOINTING OILS AND HEAVY DRUGS
    EACH DAY BRINGS A FINAL REDEFINITION
    THE CHURCH LOCK GROWS LARGER

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    • multiplemichael

      YOU FORGOT THE TWENTY TUMBLERS
      FROM THE TOP OF YOUR BIRTHDAY CAKE
      AND NOW THEY ARE DEAD
      FANCY THOSE DEVILS IN YOUR HEAD
      YOU COULD LEAVE THE CARDBOARD BOX
      IN THE PARISH CHURCH
      HUMMING BAWDY TUNES
      HOW LONG CAN ONE STARVE ?
      ELIGIBLE WOMEN KNOW YOUR REPUTATION
      THE BROWN MARKS AND YOUR DRUNKEN DAD
      LIFE BECOMES A SORRY TALE
      DIABOLICAL AND THEN SOME

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    • eatmorewords

      I thought I knew me
      EGO & id

      until midnight
      one day
      in dark town

      a bike chain fight
      flick knifes pulled from denim
      Facebook Johnny
      vs
      Twitter Johnny
      Instagram Johnny Boy snapping away – waiting in the wings
      three rounds
      no submissions
      this isn’t acting
      this is real – not just sweaty gestures of masculinity
      in spandex with 70s metal hair

      rolling in the mud
      animal grunts
      pigs fuck in shit and they love it

      I saw myself from all angles
      an outside online
      body experience

      to many mes – personalities & multiplicity – Multiple Johnny Boys – angry pacifist
      a foot in all all camps

      the fingerprints
      as tiny mountain ranges
      under microscopic eyes

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      • multiplemichael

        EARTHLY PEOPLES IN DARKTOWN
        FLAMING SWORDS
        AND GOD, THE INSPECTOR
        LITTLE ANTS SCATTER
        GOD WITH HIS MICROSCOPIC EYES
        GOD WITH HIS CLUTCH AND STRAIGHT SHIFT
        LUSTFUL ANGELS IN THE DUST ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD
        THEIR FEMININE WILES CHARMING JESUS AND HIS MAN-SAC
        HOLLYWOOD FAMES DEFORMED WOMEN
        UGLY WOMEN POLISHED WITH SPIT
        CROSS-SPECIES INTERCOURSE
        SPORTS FIGURES AND RAP STARS
        TRANSGRESSING FORBIDDEN BOUNDARIES
        TO SAVOR SEX AND SUGAR, LIFE IN 2014

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      • eatmorewords

        Moses was a gun nut who fought apes – he was invented by Hollywood –
        two hours a day in make up –
        glued on beard
        designers sandals

        make up tested on animals
        dolphins with lipsticks
        dogs with blusher

        I fancy them all

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      • multiplemichael

        THERAPEUTIC MOSES
        HOLLYWOOD SPARKS
        TURN INTO A POETIC BLAZE
        STANDING AROUND THE BURNING BUSH
        JOHN TRAVOLTA AS THE SON OF MOSES
        MAYHEM IN HIS BATHING SUIT AREA
        THE PROPER DWELLING OF GOD
        GENESIS EXPLICIT
        SINFUL WATCHERS STAND AROUND
        WILL THEY SPOT HIS MEAT ?

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      • eatmorewords

        James Bond Moses and his flying car
        James Bond Moses and his exploding pen
        James Bond Moses seducing Russian spies
        James Bond Moses in a suit and tie

        calls to wardrobe
        contractual spates

        CGI Moses
        green screen partibg of the Red Sea

        Washed up Moses in soft core donkey porn

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      • multiplemichael

        ——FEW PEOPLE TRAVEL THE MOSAIC COVENANT—–
        OUR PARENTS WERE CALLED BEFORE GOD
        TOLD THAT SUFFERING
        WAS A CONSEQUENCE
        SUFFERING AS A PENALTY FOR SIN
        YOU AND I WERE TRIGGERS
        WE EXPLODED INDISCRIMINATELY
        WE DESTOYED THE RIGHTEOUS
        ALONG WITH THE WICKED
        *we must not alter the word (chastised, disciplined, and later purified)

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      • eatmorewords

        interlopers trespassing over these pages – ash from the Leviathan fire floating into the stratosphere – clogging up apparatus on space shuttles

        floating men
        pissing in bags
        hearing voices in the vacuum –
        the machines are talking to them – bad interference & cosmic juju

        they say you can see the Great Wall of China from space but it doesn’t exists – it is the unconscious projection from a billion repressed minds

        featherless conquistadors

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      • multiplemichael

        LIVING IN A TIME BEFORE MODERN BATHROOMS
        JESUS HAD DIFFICULT TIMES WITH #1 AND #2
        ————————————————————
        NO LATIN WORD FOR WHAT IT TOOK
        TO PLACE THE WASTE IN OUTER SPACE
        ————————————————————
        NO LATIN WORD FOR WHAT IT TOOK
        TO PLACE THE WASTE IN OUTER SPACE
        ————————————————————
        PREEMINENT IN ALL THINGS
        CELESTIAL FORCES
        what does it take to move up ?
        THOUGHTS IN THE DARK…LATE AT NIGHT
        BEING PRIOR IN CREATION
        TO EXIST THE FARTHEST AWAY
        WHERE COMMON SENSE HAS NO VOICE

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      • multiplemichael

        LETHARIC STATES COME AND GO
        KENTUCKY BEING THE KINGDOM
        OF GREEN GRASS AND HANDSHAKES
        IF MASTURBATION
        PRODUCED SOUND
        THINK OF THE ENDLESS
        INSTRUMENTAL SOLOS
        BEAUTIFUL COMPOSITIONS
        FROM THE BATHROOM
        FROM THE SHOWER
        BEHIND LOCKED DOORS
        THE FAINT HINT OF BAGPIPES
        BUZZING AND WHISTLING
        POETS OFTEN ATTACH
        MEANING AND FEELING
        TO THESE SOUNDS
        PARENTS GET FRUSTRATED
        AND FLING POOP

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      • eatmorewords

        Kentucky is full of cock playing soloist – only those rave enough join the orchestral
        the noise –
        meat slapping slapping slapping
        a crying eye, not crying,
        just a weeping

        – do your remember first explosion?
        I nearly fainted

        bagpipes and ballbags
        a double hander
        shiny lighthouse

        brought up with the view that masturbation makes you blind – I’ve been wearing glasses for years

        wanker*

        —–
        *do you use that term?

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      • multiplemichael

        BACK TO THE DANGLED PUPPET
        A CALIBRATED BEAM OF LIGHT
        THE FACE OF A CLOCK
        HISTORY IN MINUTES AND HOURS
        POINTERS—OVERHEAD PUMPING
        DRAMA WITH OTHERS
        PERFORMANCE CITY
        ACCUMULATED TENSION
        THE TOMBSTONE READ
        “PILLS AND THRILLS”

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      • eatmorewords

        History is everywhere – at the ends of the beams of light –
        the X-rays revealed things
        the cut of the puppet strings
        divorced from the marionette
        a million miles from the fences
        tombstones & catacombs

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      • multiplemichael

        JOHNNY BOY REPETITIVELY FINGERING Q&As
        IRRELEVANT—TRIVIAL QUESTIONS
        MOTEL BIBLES CIRCLING IN HIS HEAD
        VARIATIONS ON A THEME
        BATHROOM CHORUSES AND REFRAINS
        SENSITIVITY TO GREEK FOOD
        THE REWARD AGAIN AND AGAIN
        IT HANGS OUT YOUR BACKSIDE
        REFUSING TO DROP
        *a visual scene that can be constructed in a hundred ways

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      • eatmorewords

        Emily in mud, covered, in a field
        raining, wet tress naked of their leaves –

        if this was a boat and all that an ocean we would be in un-chartered waters –

        everything now
        small scratches on the lense of the horizon –

        jettison the bibles
        the salted meat
        barrels of bootleg whisky

        weeks in the dark on cusps of waves
        & spray

        below the comments
        belt the belt line
        the fur

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      • eatmorewords

        multiple M in the comments – dropping breadcrumb words for people to find their way
        – out of the forests
        – out of the Vietnamese tunnels
        – out of their shadows

        bikini clad woman stretched and painted all along the fuselage – all words X’ed out once used

        a thousand ideas never captured
        just thought then gone

        fleeting

        – Johnny Boy and his magazine Q&As – darktown epilogue screaming jazz – swallowed all varieties and colours

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  65. multiplemichael

    WOBBLE US OFF OUR COURSE, JOHNNY BOY
    DECLAMATORY VAGUENESS IN Q&As
    CHILDHOOD PHOTOGRAPHS OF CARNIVAL TENTS
    WOMEN WITH DUSTY PARTS
    THEY CALL IT, INTIMACY
    BUT IT WAS REALLY SOMETHING ELSE
    IT WAS FREUD ON BOOTLEG WHISKEY
    SHIMMYING THROUGH
    MOTEL BIBLES
    *words are corruptible seed

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    • multiplemichael

      BEFORE EMILY DIED SHE HAD STRANGE THOUGHTS
      ABOUT HAVING HER HANDS AMPUTATED
      HER BIOGRAPHER JUMPED OFF A CLIFF
      SOMETIMES SHE CALLED HER PRIVATES
      “NEW JERUSALEM”
      SHE SPOKE OF SPIDERS SHE EMPLOYED
      COBWEBS THAT WERE USED IN WITCHCRAFT
      (WHEN SATAN TURNED ON THE LIGHT—
      MAN WAS REDUCED IN SIZE)

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      • multiplemichael

        WHEN SATAN TURNED ON THE LIGHT
        MAN WAS REDUCED IN SIZE
        —————————————–
        UNWRITTEN POEMS COVERED WITH GERMS
        FUGITIVE GERMS IN A TENDER WORLD
        PRIZING BLEACH AND COUGH DROPS
        MICHAEL JACKSON DROWNING
        NO COMPENSATORY BEYOND
        NO ONE TO SAVE HIM

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      • eatmorewords

        Poor old Michael Jackson –
        no one saved him but the queue to stone him snaked a Texas mile – bleach skin & Jesus juice
        – when the light went on the shadows grew and she sang “I saw Gods shadow on the world”.

        – my curtain trousers make a festive reappearance every Xmas – children unwrapping alligator teeth – her cloying hands trying to part the drapes –

        -visions of hell change daily – burning bushes & lakes of fire – ( signs advising the lake isn’t suitable for fishing or sailing boats ) – bones
        , always bones scattering floors and images of starvation –
        – machete genocide & man made potions

        I have been under for these past days – time to surface somewhere in this long
        strange days

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      • eatmorewords

        the devil cake
        no cream inside
        empty promise
        hollow delight

        I’ve spent the last 56hrs in one room listen to the same song

        the words are meaningless
        the sound is fingers down a blackboard now

        familiarity breeds contempt

        my curtain trousers & their punk cutlery accessories –

        turnpike detours off the main concourse into lands not mapped, places not named, backwater Kentucky, villages in a lost England, real estate Florida falling into the sea

        his pockets were full of gold when he drowned

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    • multiplemichael

      BEFORE EMILY DIED SHE SPOKE OF INHABITANTS
      WHO COULD FLOAT IN THE SKY
      SHE HAD HER OWN WORD
      SOMETHING LIKE MOTH
      SHE NEVER FOUND THE PROPER WORD
      SHE MARKED IT “MOTH”
      A LITTLE STAR FOR LATER REVISION
      UNBELIEF WAS A TERRIBLE PLACE

      SURGICAL THOUGHTS
      ABOUT REMOVING HER HANDS
      HER GUILT WOULD COME TO THE SURFACE
      EVERYONE WOULD KNOW THAT SHE WAS BIBLICAL
      SHE WAS THE BOOK OF REVELATION
      “NEW JERUSALEM” SO CLOSE TO HER HINY

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      • multiplemichael

        THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT IS EXPECTED
        A SURPRISE ? AN INTRUSION ?
        UNWRAPPED SKIN
        I WAS AFRAID
        I HAD SEEN THE MISSING PERSONS POSTER
        I WAS NOT THE TRIGGER
        IT WAS NORMAN’S UNDERPANTS

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      • multiplemichael

        OVERLY STRICT TOILET TRAINING
        WHAT A DIARY TITLE
        AND THEN YOU HOOKED UP
        WITH THE QUEEN OF ORAL FIXATION
        IMAGES ON THE KITCHEN COLD BOX
        HIDDEN EROGENOUS ZONES
        HOSTILE COLORING
        THE DOCTOR ASKED YOU NOT CRY
        OR BRING IN PHOTOGRAPHS
        CHANGES IN YOUR WISHES
        NEW MEDICATION

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      • multiplemichael

        OVERLY STRICT TOILET TRAINING
        YOUR FIRST HOBBY IN BROWN
        “LOOK MOMMY, I AM A LITERATURE DISCIPLE”
        FRIENDLY STRANGERS AT THE CLINIC
        TRIGGER WORDS AND FATHER REBELLION
        CLASSIC HOSTILE COLORING
        GENITAL HOSTILITY
        BRIGHT BLUE BALLS
        *vital needs: eating–elimination–reproduction

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      • multiplemichael

        THOSE FIRST GIRLS THAT YOU KISSED
        THEY WERE PAGES FROM THE BOOK OF REVELATON
        NO DUTY UNTIL ABSOLUTELY FORCED TO DO SO
        INEXORABLY FROM THE THOUGHT OF IT
        AT THE SNAP OF FINGERS—MAKE A LOAD

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      • multiplemichael

        fleshless pelvis Emily Dickinson—rigor mortis
        disguised vaginal metaphors on the front page
        continuous loving–sexual confrontations
        Beatles singing about yesterday
        CSI on the tube
        wriggling trouser snake
        once-burned
        hugged and dumped
        poetry in forgotten places
        clever fables about the Curie home
        daggers and pistols
        A CREATIVE MISREADING
        SCYTHIAN SHAMANISM FOR WHICH ALL THIRST
        EMILY DICKINSON WEARING HER FLESHLESS PELVIS
        LITTLE DIFFERENCE THAT THEY PUT HER IN THE GROUND
        RIGOR MORTIS AND FRESH MUD, “GOOD MORNING DEAR”
        ALLIGATOR TEETH UNDER HER PILLOW
        HER VAGINAL AREA LIKE A LONG-DEAD RAT
        DRY JISM DANDRUFF—WHITE ASSAULT DUST
        SOULS OF A CITY NEVER BORN
        AGONY OF FLAME ONCE BURNED
        THE SNAKE WITH HIS RATTLE AND SPIT
        THE HONEYMOON BUD PULLED RAW
        LUCIFER THERE—SELF-DELIGHTING

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      • multiplemichael

        FLESHLESS PELVIS OF FREUDIAN STRUCTURE
        SLEEPING IN A CARDBOARD BOX
        ONCE FULL OF ORDINARINESS
        ———————————————–
        ———————————————–
        ———————————————–
        EMILY DICKINSON IN AN OFFBEAT MANNER
        GREATLY DISSIMILAR
        A QUEER FISH ?
        PERFECTLY SUITED FOR POETRY
        I WOULDN’T LOCK THE SCREEN DOOR
        SO SHE COULD ENTER WITHOUT THE KEY
        THE BACKDOOR OF PERSONALITY

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      • multiplemichael

        FLESHLESS PELVIS TOSSED OUT THE BACKDOOR OF PERSONALITY
        PERFECTLY SUITED, SKIN AND BONE AND ORDINARINESS
        CONTRADICTORY-HANDS
        SUBJECT GOSSIP TO TUSSLE
        A SMACK IN THE NOSE
        *and only yesterday, the thickness of his pubic hair magnified

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    • multiplemichael

      RELIEF FROM THE PAIN OF A DIFFICULT POEM
      A SMACK OR TWO ON THE NOSE
      KNOWING YOU ARE COLORING
      AN IMAGE OF NOAH AND THE ARK
      ANOTHER CHANCE FOR ANNIHILATION ?
      YOU ARE BUSY TRYING TO STAY INSIDE THE LINES
      YOU FEEL SAFE WITH DETECTIVES AND MASTER SCIENTISTS
      SACRIFICE ANOTHER ANIMAL OR CHILD
      WHAT THE HELL ?

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    • multiplemichael

      MANY TIMES YOU’VE EXPERIENCED THE DRAMA
      CAPTURED IN YOUR POETRY
      DRAMA ENACTED WITHIN THE STRUCTURE
      OF WORDS (PASSIVE WORDS ?)
      THOUGHTS BROUGHT TO A CONCLUSION
      EXPERIMENTS WITH LOVERS AND LOVED ONES
      YOU MAY WREST MEANING
      BUT WHAT OF THE SCARS ?
      *maimed relatives and friends around the ring of fire (@JOHNNY BOY)

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      • multiplemichael

        YOU FEEL SAFE WITH DETECTIVES AND MASTER SCIENTISTS
        DEFINITIONS AND NUMERICAL VALUES—JOTTING DOWN COMPUTATIONS
        BILLIARD BALLS WITH NUMBERS—HUMAN BALLS WITH NUMBNERS
        NUMBERS THAT PEPPER THE ORGAN SIZE
        YEARS OF STARVATION AS A CHILD
        LOCKED IN A CHICKEN WIRE CAGE
        ADJECTIVES IN HIS POCKETS
        ALMOST DROWNING
        WEIGHED DOWN WITH ALPHABETS
        CATS IN THE DARK ARE SELDOM FRIENDS
        DROOL IN THE EAR WHILE MAKING LOVE
        HUMMUNGOUS DONG WON’T GO IN
        CREEPY, CRAWLY, TURKEY-NECK FORESKIN
        GELATINOUS SNOT WITH ACTIVE SEED
        TINY WASTED FACES CLEAN AND CLEAR

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      • eatmorewords

        all things measured with numbers – show size
        the bingo hall of your mouth,
        teeth with numbers,
        your wingspan, eight hands high and counting

        numbers don’t lie

        during the war I carried one fifth of a secret across enemy lines – one piece of a puzzle

        holed up in the cheateau throughout the winter it was the plumes of smoke from the French cigarettes that alerted them

        smoky X on an unwritten map
        high above this plateau

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      • multiplemichael

        I was told that your numbers were vulnerable
        numbers never tell the truth
        scientists use numbers to cover their mistakes
        re-create happy moments——–expound on them
        helpless and naked baby boy
        a radiant glow on your face
        focusing on #2—-interpreting movement
        pressure and then pleasure
        the essence of life

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      • multiplemichael

        GROUP CAMARADERIE—-POETS DEAD IN A WOOD BOX
        CLIQUE CRUELTY WITH A DULL KNIFE
        MASTER POETS WHO DO WHAT THEY MUST
        TO PRESERVE THEIR STATUS
        CATTINESS AND MALICE
        AND THEN A SHARP STICK IN THE EYE
        OUTSIDERS WENT FIRST

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      • multiplemichael

        FRENCH CIGARETTES ARE NOT REALLY FROM FRANCE
        RESIDUAL BUG SPRAY —CORROSIVE TO THE THROAT
        SMOKERS WITH NO BACKSIDE TO THEIR LUNGS
        JUST ANOTHER UNFORTUNATE MANIFESTATION
        “COME CLEAN MY TUBE”
        SHAME AND SHAKINESS
        ACCUMULATED
        THAT’S NOT JISM
        THAT’S BRONCHITIC SNOT

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