scurrying beatles ignite the tinderbox

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

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

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

we entered the cave at 3:32am

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

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  1. multiplemichael

    APOCALYPTIC EVIL: HER TINDERBOX HOLDS PRISONERS
    LANCING THE BLACK BOILS OF HER BUTTOCKS
    BROWN TOBACCO JUICE (FLORIDA DICTION OR FLUID DICTION ?)
    I CAN SEE GREEN TENS AND TWENTIES IN THE VALLEY
    YOU MUST PUSH YOUR WAY INSIDE THE DOORWAY
    NO KNOBS OR HEADLIGHT REFLECTORS
    EVERY VISIT IS DEFINING AND AFFIRMING
    MANY A SOFT PUD HAS CRIED OUTSIDE
    LIFE IS MOVING MEAT

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    • multiplemichael

      MINSKY, “THE BRAIN IS A COMPUTER MADE OF MEAT”
      SOMEONE IS TRYING TO WORM YOU
      CERTAIN PRIVILEGES
      SUBORDINATES
      JOAN GIVING BIRTH TO DOLLS
      THE HOLE…A PRIMITIVE HEART OF DARKNESS
      A COMMON ENEMY EVEN IN KENTUCKY

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      • eatmorewords

        Minsky – first name Hyman (sp: hymen)…
        named after her soft membrane –
        – he invited the meat machine with her in mind – her meat in mind – the economics of meat – cannabalistic & carnivorous –
        meat in meat out
        magical minskys meat

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      • multiplemichael

        RUMOR WAS THAT MINSKY WAS CASTRATED
        HE HAS BEEN QUOTED, ” I AM INTACT”
        IS IT POSSIBLE TO BE MUTILATED AND YET REMAIN WHOLE ?
        HE WAS AND IS A VERY INTELLIGENT FELLOW
        ::::REALITY IS INACCESSIBLE
        ::::THE TRUTH IS NOT POSSIBLE
        LIFE IS SOME SORT OF CRUEL COMEDY
        WORSHIP ME….WORSHIP ME….WORSHIP ME
        THE BATTLE CRY OF POETS

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      • multiplemichael

        OL’ JOHNNY BOY
        THE GUY WHO WILL KNOCK THE PROPS OUT
        FROM UNDER OUR SHAKY MODERN LIFE
        MAGICAL MINSKYS MEAT
        100% SAFE MEAT
        NEVER MAUSOLEUM MEAT
        NEVER NORTH KOREAN MEAT
        JOHNNY IN HIS HEAVY METAL UNDERPANTS
        A BARBARIC HOT FRENZY JOYRIDE
        “EVERYTHING IS LINKED TO THE SEXUAL INSTINCT”
        THE GENITAL WORLD IS IN PERPETUAL EXALTATION
        JOHNNY HAS CLEARED AWAY THE LAYERS OF SOPHISTICATION
        HE IS OPERATING IN THE SPONTANEOUS BANG-ASS MODE
        ——————-you can quote me on that—————————–

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      • eatmorewords

        I will quote you and in return I offer evidence that minsky was a eunuch with gifts
        gifts that made them wet

        I have seen your name in print
        newspaper page 7 paragraph 6

        multiplemicheal and his hip hop hats

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      • multiplemichael

        THIS GUY IN THE LATRINE WAS TELLING ME
        THAT ALL THE ANIMALS THAT LIVE IN THE JUNGLE
        WERE FROM KENTUCKY……UPPER KENTUCKY
        JUST SHORT OF THAT GRAND OLD RIVER
        ANYWAY, HE SAID THE ANIMALS WERE INSIDE THIS ‘ARK’
        KIND OF THING….SOMETHING CHRIST-JUDAS
        MAY BE IT WAS NICKELODEON-NAZARENE (?)
        ANYWAY, A SALVATIONIST WORM LEAKED OUT
        FROM M. Magdalene AND CAUSED A TERRIBLE PLAGUE
        THAT KILLED ALL MANNER OF BEAST
        EXCEPT THOSE HOUSED IN THIS ‘ARK’
        I DON’T KNOW WHAT THIS STORY MEANS ( ??? )
        –THE BLACK MANIA OF THIS PLANET–
        IT STARTS WHEN THE OUTER SKIN OF YOUR ANUS
        FEELS TOO THICK……..WAY TOO THICK
        YOU FIND YOURSELF TRYING TO ‘CLEAN’ IT AWAY
        BUT THAT DOESN’T HELP
        ALL YOUR THOUGHTS BECOME BUTT CENTERED
        THEN THE FIRST WORM MAKES ITS WAY OUT
        AT THIS POINT ONE SHOULD COMMIT SUICIDE
        BUT PEOPLE DON’T……….THEY PAINFULLY WAIT
        NEXT COMES THE GOD-AWFUL TORMENT
        EXCRUCIATING PAIN AND THEN DEATH
        DEATH IS AESTHETICALLY SATISFYING
        BUT SLOW….READ THE BIBLE SLOW

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      • multiplemichael

        REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG AND YOUR UNCLE HYMEN’S
        NEIGHBOR IN OHIO DROWNED HERSELF ?
        WELL, IT WAS A CASE OF THE WORM
        she started with the wipe thing
        and before she finished
        she had an entire ironing board up there
        back then everyone was a critic
        and people thought it was a tad bit unorthodox

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      • eatmorewords

        it sounds like a forgotten town –
        a town with untold stories
        – buried secrets
        – a disused factory
        -mattresses on street corners
        -broken statue of the town founder
        -a sign says “Welcome to Harkleroad : Safe as Milk”
        -faded
        -empty motels
        -rusted humans
        -the Gideon warehouse

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      • multiplemichael

        TRUE OF ALL WINGED THINGS
        NO TIME TO COOK
        OR LUBE UP
        RAW GRAMMATICAL MAGIC
        COLLECTIVE NOUNS IN THE BACKGROUND
        A SPECTATOR GAME ?
        A BEDROOM SPORT ?
        FRIENDLY RELATIONS
        ATLEAST ONE HAND

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      • eatmorewords

        one hand giveth the other scrubs it clean
        winged beasts circle newly filled graves – bottomless landfills of discarded drafts
        crossed out paragraphs – separated wheat from the chaff the farmer and his animals sharing candlelight meals –
        what is the collective noun for the occupants of levithan?

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    • multiplemichael

      UNJUST IMPRISONMENT
      THE SALVATIONIST WORM WAS SET FREE BY M.M.
      THE RECTAL HENCHWORM
      IN THE DARKNESS THE WORM DELIGHTS IN THE DURABILITY
      THE HOT DAMN DURABILITY OF HUMAN LIFE
      BABY, BABY, OH BABY YOU GONNA ITCH
      A MAN IS NOT FINISHED ALL AT ONCE

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      • multiplemichael

        HAVING TURNED THEMSELVES INTO SOFT ROUNDED CREATURES
        —————-LIFE IS ABOUT SAVAGE PLEASURE——————————-
        DON’T BE ASHAMED OF YOUR SHARP TEETH
        WHAT COULD BE MORE SUITABLE TO POETRY ?
        DO NOT THINK OF THE SUFFERING OF OTHERS
        FREE MEAT !!! *no pound plus a shilling
        UNFEELING AND HUNGRY
        ATE HALF THE BABY IN ONE ROUND

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      • eatmorewords

        Dylan to Zimmerman – names with Z in them – Ezra Ezekiel etcs
        – all my family have Biblical names
        names for agnostics and atheists – no one in this lineage is allied to the words
        no one is every called Gideon –
        I’ll give the first Gideon I see a million Euros and a house in Kentucky with views of landscapes that pierce the horizons –

        Tell me Multiple M, do they bury the dead in Kentucky vertical?

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      • multiplemichael

        I SAW YOUR PHOTOGRAPH IN A FEMINIST BOOKSTORE
        FROM THE LEFT CORNER RED INK LEAKED DOWN THE WALL
        THE SIGHT OF IT MADE OFF-DUTY POLICEMEN CURIOUS
        ITCHING TO PRY, TO STRIP AWAY
        SPASMODIC …..DIABOLICAL WHIRLPOOLS
        A LITTLE FRIGHTENED BY THE PIERCING SCREAMS

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      • multiplemichael

        SING A SONG OF BUGGERY
        ANAL PENETRATION
        TENDERNESS
        ANAL IMPALEMENT
        SEXUAL PUNCTUATION
        CARTOON LOVERS WITH KODIAK HAIRS
        INTOLERABLE KODIAK HAIRS
        QUIVERS, AA-AAH, OOH-AH, OOH-AH

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      • eatmorewords

        The Sodomites were tag team wrestlers – all sweaty hair, spandex and convoluted back stories
        – their signature move was banned in all but one state –
        Kentucky welcomed them with open arms – their manager carried a Bible to every fight –

        they fought in caves, hidden, clandestine

        baying crowds demanded to see their special move
        the move banned across the nation
        – the Anal Piledriver

        a dry rip

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    • multiplemichael

      LIFE IS MOVING MEAT
      OSCAR WILDE COULD BRING A BLUSH TO THE CHEEK
      BUOYANT MOVES IN THE BEDROOM
      FEVERISH ALMOST SELFISH STABS
      MAKE YOU HAPPY
      HELL, I’M MAKING ME HAPPY
      TECHNIQUES FOR IMAGINATIVE USE
      PAGE 32 THE BACKDOOR CABOOSE
      TO BE USED FOR PURPOSES
      EASILY RECOGNIZED AS BASE

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      • eatmorewords

        meat on two legs upright opposable thumbs dexterous movement in sexual vicinities rumours behind closed door techniques I COULD SELL THIS FOR MILLIONS MAKE A DVD but small movements on the periphery
        at the periphery
        cause hesitation

        thoughts of masturbating gun man whowatch piss blood absorb into sand as we absorb into shadows of ourselves we go full circle Yoko knew this the compass needle spun
        magnetic north vs true north
        it all lost its charm sine the explorers hung up the boots

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      • multiplemichael

        meat on two legs upright
        man will become like the meat god
        fresh meat solves all but one problem
        the meat should be cooked
        that is the new order of things
        ( you once told me that you would love more traction for your teeth )

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    • multiplemichael

      I REMEMBER WHEN YOU WALKED AROUND WITH A BLACKBOARD
      AND WROTE POETRY WITH A PIECE OF CHALK
      YOU LISTENED TO “UNCLE MEAT” BY ZAPPA
      AND PRODUCED AVANT-GARDE TEENAGE DROOL
      HARDLY DOCTRINAL ASSERTIONS
      SOLITARY CONFINEMENT INSIDE YOURSELF
      YOU WERE THE APPARENT ANSWER TO YOUR QUESTION

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      • eatmorewords

        even though she married the Beatle king in private Yoko did a mean impression of Amish Jagger – all strut and lips – Julian would watch through the cracks in the door and send reports back to te absent Beatles –
        the smell of leather and hair wax made Julian homesick

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    • multiplemichael

      a satisfying way to articulate meat
      a bleeding wound and fresh meat
      solitary knife making rhyme-sounds
      drops of blood are liquid push pins
      purely expressive till the conclusion
      the bullet to the head
      we never talk of my death
      you are resistant to interpretation

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      • eatmorewords

        she would slam the meat down on the counter and slap it hard – she liked the sound –
        massaged it –
        tactile Yoko with her smooth hands – she’d score the meat deep –
        tic tac toe patterns –
        lattice work on dead skin –

        she had her own dry rub –
        a secret family recipe she would caress and rub into the meat – she never pictured the meat as alive – she never thought about its life – it was born limbless and dead – Sean would spy on the rubbing through cracks in the door

        when the Beatles king died she didn’t hear the shot

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    • multiplemichael

      WAS THE ROSETTA STONE MADE OF MEAT ?
      YOU TOLD THE DOCTOR THAT YOU DREAM OF GHOSTS
      I TOLD YOU NOT TO TELL HIM
      PUBLIC MADNESS CAN PUT YOU IN A BOX
      A PLACE WHERE THEY SUBSTITUTE YOUR EYES
      A PLACE WHERE PHANTOMS ARE REAL
      MEDICATION HAS MADE YOU UNINTELLIGIBLE
      ALL YOUR PRONOUNS START WITH DRAMA
      HOUNDED PREY YOUR WORDS
      I CARRY A STICK

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    • multiplemichael

      apocalyptic darkness over the paralyzed meat
      bars on the windows—everything stays in place
      closed-window oppression, Norman in want of fresh air
      “waiting for a miracle”
      pacing the cage
      spanking the monkey
      sore from the callous

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    • multiplemichael

      inhuman music causes agents of hell to soil the kitchen floor
      jazz musicians are linked to people
      messengers ?
      distressful calls, “DRAG A WING, DRAG A WING, DADDY”
      feign to be crippled and start a new dance
      do the ‘Bonny Bird’ like you did
      on your outing to the moors
      HAVE SEX AS AN INSTINCT RATHER THAN A DECISION

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    • multiplemichael

      unseen and usually out of range
      angels
      we learned wrong in childhood
      sin-condemning hit parade
      inevitable—predictable
      Emily is good-humored in her youth
      “everything is okay”
      instead of wetness down there
      there was liquid golden light
      you could see all the details
      from earthworm gray to dayglow pink
      crystallized pee on thick-cut hairs
      this closeness contrasts
      with the ‘way-up-there’
      scandalous or worse
      split off from the authentically divine

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    • multiplemichael

      WHAT DO YOU CALL A WOMAN WHO STRIPS A MAN BARE
      AND REINVENTS HIM
      ACCORDING TO HER OWN WISHES ?
      ————-THE LIMITS OF THE BED CURTAIN (they have bricked the window closed)
      READERS LIKE TO SHINE BRIGHT LIGHTS ON NAKEDNESS AND VULNERABILITY
      BLANK PAGE AFTER BLANK PAGE (and I think, where is Johnny ?)
      ANY CONSTRUCTION OF NARRATIVE ?
      ANY SUDDEN RECOGNITION OF THE VASTNESS ?
      best to repress certain elements
      preserve an easy, almost trouble-free existence
      send Norman a get-well card
      other people will articulate your life
      —-that’s right—- other people will gladly articulate your life
      just stay passive to their suggestions

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    • multiplemichael

      PREFERENCE FOR IGNORANCE
      DON’T TELL ME JOHNNY BOY
      OBSESSIVE PULLS
      THE HAND—THE MOON
      TEXTS FROM THE POETRY MACHINE
      INNER SECRETS RENDERED
      DARK HOLE FROM DARK CITY
      A JAR OF FLUID
      STOPPED AT THE SURFACE
      HAIR GROWS RIGHT UP TO THE EDGE

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    • multiplemichael

      life is meat
      …..later on, you will think about meat sandwiches
      the sound of pounding meat
      will cause you to have goose pimples
      the look on the dead girl’s face
      as you stare at her eyes
      to determine the color
      so you can answer the question
      “what color is the dead girl’s eyes”
      you could root in her eyes for sustenance
      the poet living on the fringe
      awakened in the dark by terrible sounds
      intellectually, you could perish
      you could spill the medicine
      you could burn the church
      turning over words
      to see if anything
      had been overlooked

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    • multiplemichael

      LIFE IS MOVING MEAT
      SUPPLEMENTED BY HAIR AND NAILS
      MOMENTARY ELATION OVER FRESH BLOOD
      LOYALTY TO THAT WHICH CAME FIRST
      BRITISH POETS AND NOVELISTS
      SHAKESPEARE AND HIS MULTIPLE HANDS
      INSTANT RECALL—OFTEN INCORRECT
      BAREHEADED IN LIFE
      UNDERGROUND HANDS WAVING
      EMILY DICKINSON SENT ME A NOTE
      “THIRST NO MORE”

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    • multiplemichael

      AGITATION MOTIVATES PLEASURE
      TEMPORARILY OR PERMANENTLY ARRESTED
      BEYOND THE WIFE HERSELF
      BEYOND THE REALITY SHE CREDITS HERSELF
      VITAL SIGNS 911 SO LONG AGAIN
      TOO WEARY FOR A SPECIFIC TASK
      THE VACUUM NO LONGER STRONG
      MYSTERY FLUID JETTISONED
      THE SMELL OF NATURAL GAS
      A LOSS OF LINGUISTIC CONTROL

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    • multiplemichael

      meat next to meat
      phantoms of meat
      tycoons of meat
      fresh meat with a particular allure
      Elvis Presley self-contained
      textbook white paper
      unceremoniously discarded
      peculiar thoughts of cutlery

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  2. multiplemichael

    I COULDN’T AFFORD A MIRROR
    SO I HAD TO MAKE ONE
    IT WASN’T VERY GOOD
    IT MADE EVERYONE LOOK FAT AND OLD
    EVERYONE EXCEPT YOKO ONO
    SHE LOOKED LIKE AN ODD POPSICKLE
    ATLEAST HER GREEN TINT
    MADE HER LOOK LAWNISH

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    • eatmorewords

      I made a mirror from ice
      blistered my fingers
      blurry reflection with cracks across my face – cracks like knife scars –
      ugly duckling
      feathers matted together Yokos bubble gum spit

      she is as flat as Holland

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      • multiplemichael

        SONY JUST RELEASED A SMALL TRANSISTOR RADIO IN KENTUCKY
        BENZEDRINE WAS THE DRUG OF CHOICE: HOMEMADE VELCRO
        THE PUBLIC WAS PARROTING EUROPEAN IMPERFECTIONS
        EVERY SMALL TOWN HAD AT LEAST ONE WHIRLPOOL OF AMUSEMENT
        SEMIBARBARIC PEOPLE: EDUCATED SURROGATES
        GYPSIES IN A GOLDEN AGE OF WINSTONS AND SALEMS
        ALL AGES INFECTED WITH AN INSATIABLE YEARNING

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      • multiplemichael

        AGENTS OF FOREIGN CORRESPODENCE
        THOUSANDS OF POKES IN THE FACADE
        REMINISCENCES WITHOUT LOOKING
        GUARDED REMINISCENCES
        EXPLICITNESS BENEATH THE SURFACE
        A DRASTICALLY DIFFERENT KIND OF WORK
        CONSCIOUS AND UNMISTAKABLE
        AVANT-GARDE STABILITY AND GRANDEUR
        FREEDOM PURCHASED AGAIN AND AGAIN
        YOU KNOW LITTLE OF THE GHETTO DRUMS

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      • multiplemichael

        VISIT THE PSYCHIATRIST….. CONQUER THE PSYCHIATRIST
        OVERDOING BOTH NIGHT AND DAY
        THAT MOUTH WITH ITS NIAGARA OF WORDS
        SHE CAN TALK HERSELF OUTDOORS
        IN ARITHMETICAL ROMANCE
        DRIVING MEN TO RECUPERATION
        UNDERWEAR IS FOR THE LAZY

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      • multiplemichael

        denuded and pinned to the bed
        interpretive glances at the push-pins
        words channeled in a strictly controlled direction
        Emily said, “no flow that I cannot properly dam up !”

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      • multiplemichael

        THEY’VE FOUND THE POETRY MAGAZINES
        YOU’VE HIDDEN OVER THE YEARS
        FLARF ABOUT BEATNIKS AND HIPPIES
        MOTH-EATEN PANTIES
        SOME LOOSE-LIMBED GIRLFRIEND
        NEVER GRATIFIED
        JUST BROWN STICKY
        PATCHOULI OIL EDGES
        SHE WAS THE FIRST WOMAN
        YOU EVER WATCHED POOP

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      • multiplemichael

        THEY’VE DISCOVERED YOUR POETRY
        MORE INVENTIVE THAN OBSCENE
        PERFUME COATED UNSAFE SEX
        ORAL AGGRESSION
        TRANSLUCENT
        SEXUAL SQUAT
        MUSCULAR LEGS
        ANTICIPATING
        VIBRANT VERBS
        *impersonating Mick Jagger

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      • eatmorewords

        we stand on the shore and welcomed the refugees with cups of warm tea
        – others float
        smashed on waves

        think of Noah

        – suction cup saviour with all his tricks in one bag
        a fear of showers and of
        faces in the clouds, like Keanu Reeves in Dracula – looking down over Europe

        gay dancing at the YMCA
        from people in fancy dress

        more David Bowie then Jagger

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      • multiplemichael

        HALF-MAN…..HALF-BEAST
        JAGGER ON A LEASH
        FULLY CLOTHED WOMEN
        JUDGING THE LENGTH AND SHAPE
        LEGGY-NOT LEGGY
        ESSENTIAL REALITY
        THE CRYPTIC LANGUAGE
        SEXUAL WALKING
        CREATION FROM CRACK
        THIEF, LIAR…..BARGAINER
        SPERMATIC HUMANS
        SURROUNDING JESUS

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      • eatmorewords

        half man half beast; but which half?
        jagger baths in cups of tea
        deep rich tan
        the colour of wood
        the colour of the ark
        crack violation in the corners of dark town

        deleted the account at 5649 comments
        , start again tomorrow

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      • eatmorewords

        nothing will be removed
        nothing expunged, the words will stand as testament to Leviathan –
        remember the fire?
        the way the sky was ash and the sirens sounded like they were coming from everywhere?
        – the twisted fork, bent spoon, blunt knife and the bones of the workers
        – rib cages like prison cells

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      • multiplemichael

        (Mick was constantly profiled as a swimmer)
        ON STAGE HE SEEMED LIKE A FLOATER
        ———-a barnyard animal————————
        HIPS AND LIPS: ADAPTED FOR WHITE TASTES
        touchingly sexy—strangely aristocratic
        OTHERS WATERED DOWN THE ORIGINAL BREW
        —————-never him—————————–

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      • multiplemichael

        crazy rabbit hole digressions
        poetic detours
        obscure lexicon
        watered-down hostility
        expectations
        disappointing expectations
        compromised pleasure
        clown pant rigor
        *Charlie Z. uses his body as a bulwark against trite amusement

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      • multiplemichael

        over 8000 dogs stood around a lake of vomit
        the older ones had orange teeth
        children were tearing the wings
        off butterflies
        what of the thoughts ?
        thoughts which attach themselves
        to actual events
        violations of the natural

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    • multiplemichael

      “POPSICKLE” OR “POPSICLE”
      HAMMER BLOWS TO THE HEADSTONE
      JUST TRY TO NAME A DREAM
      ANY ATTEMPT WILL BE A MISTAKE
      IN KENTUCKY IF YOU VISIT A GAS STATION BATHROOM
      YOU CAN SEE DREADFUL COMEDY ON THE RIM OF THE COMMODE

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      • eatmorewords

        hammer and sickle – old school soviet fur hat – not needed in the Floridian sun – far removed the Kentuckian commode – this little piece of theatre
        -the coded calls of the bingo caller
        -even if no one reads this I know it’s been written and one day I’ll put this all in a book for my children’s
        children’s
        children’s
        children’s
        robot to read

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      • multiplemichael

        people call late at night and want to discuss problems of the flesh
        continued intimacy with the fingers…athletic single-sex
        everything is a rehearsal…one hand grows stronger
        milking anticipation of its intricate imaginings
        THE SEAM OF THE ROD:CARESS THEN SALUTE

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      • eatmorewords

        those talk shows – disparate voices drift in from the hinterlands meshing over the kilohertz’s – anonymous confessions of the recent discretions – the slap of flesh on flesh (it all looks so
        stupid –
        naked – the faces we make)
        imperfections

        in dark rooms they touch themselves with the voices for comfort smoking cigarettes that never end the voices are relentless amphetamine fuelled yearnings

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      • multiplemichael

        TALK SHOWS OF ORDINARY MEN AND WOMEN
        CREATURES OF PASSION
        AND SINISTER EMOTIONS
        DEPICTING THIS STRUGGLE
        EMPLOYMENT FORCES ONE TO PERFORM
        WEARISOME AND HUMILIATING DUTIES
        DIVIDED BY A DEATH NO GLUE CAN CORRECT
        EVERYONE LONGING FOR HAPPINESS
        A DAILY TOUR DE FORCE
        INTERCAUGHT THREADS IN THE FABRIC
        VENOMOUS DEW ON LIPS AND HIPS
        MOURNERS MOUNTING THE MOURNED
        THIS IS UNNATURAL
        CALL 911
        VILE THINGS IN THE AFTERLIFE AND FRANCE
        NOT A SINGLE PERSON CAN ADD OR SUBTRACT
        ONE MUST WADE GRIEF
        HOLD MY HAND
        GAIT IS EVERYTHING

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      • eatmorewords

        employment as the lowest common denominator – the slow death – the repetition of tasks – offices with closed doors – mouse monitor the clack of keyboards – outside it’s raining a phalanx of umbrellas, brightly coloured, bank logos, sharp points, dead spies, poisoned bounce along – the Solent green tea machine – you must ALWAYS wear your ID card – ALWAYS – your name flashes up in a screen – some numbers tick over –
        chewed pen hangman noose doodles ticking clock brings you no closer to salvation
        unlike the hotel cleaning ladies with their Bible studies in other peoples rooms

        I hold my own hands to get through this

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  3. multiplemichael

    poor little YOKO, the power plant refuses to give her enough electricity to power more than her
    bathroom light……….she eats 3 beans out of a can daily…………trying to store meat is beyond
    impossible………..Sean brings her bread crumbs and parsley flakes but the flakes are
    usually too much…….she won’t store them in fear they will attract bugs………several
    years ago she had a roach…….it left after repeated vampiristic attempts……if only YOKO
    could have gotten her mouth around its neck……….castrated Christian men at the
    power plant dislike her because they think she is ambiguously gendered…she is
    a flagrant representation of what is wrong with the modern world

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    • eatmorewords

      Three bean Yoko keeps Julian at bay – three bean Yoko in the bathroom under the only light – today Sean is on the phone to a man in Rotterdam discussing secret agenda of pop culture conspiracies – youth culture killed by dog –
      – don’t write anything down, it will only be used against you –
      – frantic Yoko writes furious missives to local government about the power people – she’s needs the electricity for the experiments – but they won’t give it to her…

      she is the only person that can be seen from space

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      • multiplemichael

        HE IS INSCRIBED WITH THE DESIRES OF OTHERS
        NO LONGER INTERESTED IN A STATE OF INNOCENCE
        BEARING THE MARKS OF EMPLOYMENT
        EMBODYING ITS CODES
        POWERLESS TO RESIST AUTHORITY
        LOCALIZED WITH CRISSCROSSED MATH
        GRADIENTS AND POTENTIALS
        WORDS THAT RHYME WITH ENTRAPMENT
        THE BATHROOM BINARY SYSTEM

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  4. multiplemichael

    IN FLORIDA, CHRISTIAN MEN LINE UP OUTSIDE PAIN MANAGEMENT CLINICS
    TO BE CASTRATED………BLACK-HAIRED MEN HAVE TO REMAIN IN THE BACK
    OF THE LINE !!! THANK GOD, THEIR TECHNIQUE HAS IMPROVED OVER TIME !!!
    IN THE BACKWOODS, THEY RUN OVER PATIENT’S SACS WITH MID-SIZE SUVs.
    BEING OVERWEIGHT MAKES IT MORE DIFFICULT. SOMETIMES WHEN THE
    BALLS EXPLODE THEY SOUND LIKE FIRECRACKER DUDS.

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    • eatmorewords

      sacs as big as SUV airbags make for pretty explosions – in Florida due to black-haired rule (get to the back of the line dude) wigs sales have spiralled out of control –
      blonde haired humans are selling their own hair – a cottage industry of industrious wig weavers in condos under the sun –
      – poor black hairs are stalking blondes with clippers and scissors – hair apartheid is rampant –
      castration as meat harvest –

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      • multiplemichael

        CASTRATION AS MEAT HARVEST
        THE FAMILIAR ROASTING NUTS
        YOU WAVE WITH HOUR HAND AND SECOND HAND
        YOUR POINTERS LOVING EACH NUMBER
        I CAN SMELL YOUR KANGAROO
        THIS TRAGEDY OF FLESH YOUR MEAT
        DRAMA IN THE SKIN AND ON THE PLATE
        I SILENTLY LAUGH AT YOUR EMPLOYMENT
        A JAGGED EDGE FROM THE CUTLERY
        HIGHLY COLORED YOU CARVE AND CARVE
        WHAT DOES IT REALLY FEEL LIKE ?

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      • multiplemichael

        THE ROOM WAS FULL OF MALE GAZE
        male gaze can be active or dominant
        WHAT WILL IT TAKE TO INTERPRET A POEM ?
        FLORIDA IS FULL OF HORIZONTAL MULTIPLICITY
        RELATIONSHIPS ARE CONTINUALLY RENEGOTIATED
        WORDS ARE RESTLESS
        ROVING AROUND THE MOORS
        CAN REALITY REMAIN SUTURED TO WORDS ?
        DEFINITIONS EXPLODED BY THE TIRES OF AUTOMOBILES
        POSTMODERN MAN WITH HIS SAC SQUASHED FLAT
        AS CINEMATIC AS IT IS PAINFUL

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  5. multiplemichael

    YOKO WAS INVOLVED WITH GASEOUS SUBSTANCES BESIDES AIR
    SHE LIKED TO STARE AT THE BLACK AND WHITE SQUARES
    ON A CHESS BOARD SHE FOUND IN THE PARK
    SHE HAD TO PAY THE DOORMAN $30 TO CARRY IT UPSTAIRS
    SOMETIMES SEAN WOULD TAKE IT IN THE BATHROOM
    FOR SOME PRIVATE TIME
    SEAN WAS FAMOUS FOR SAYING THAT THE HUMAN MIND
    IS LIKE A WOVEN FABRIC OF WHICH THE WARP AND WOOF
    ARE ALTERNATELY APPARENT

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    • eatmorewords

      the doorman was literally that, a door, man
      a portal to another dimension, well, a portal
      to a hotel where celebrities demanded walls be painted a certain shade – fresh flowers be delivered on the hour every hour – where 90% of the rooms lay empty –

      Julian stood outside but his entrance was denied – he fiddled with thread and looked up to the 346th floor –

      Flash bulb photography scared him – he refused to listen to music nowadays – he played chess against himself and lost most times

      The doorman wore uniforms that resembled those of South American dictator – all wide shoulders and golden buttons –

      Tourists took photos to impress to remind themselves they had been here

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      • eatmorewords

        the shoebox had holes to allow the words to breath –
        as a child she kept pets in boxes but never pierced holes and they died – dead pets she buried
        a fixation with death (or a fixation with boxes?)
        she said prayers in dead languages
        and fiddled her nub

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      • multiplemichael

        OVER ONE MILLION MEN WANT TO KNOW MORE
        ABOUT THE NUB FIDDLING*
        ESPECIALLY THE NUB ACTIVITY OF EMILY DICKINSON !!!
        AN ACT OF PERSONAL FULFILLMENT
        SOLUTION OR DISSOLUTION ?
        GUILTY MASOCHISTIC THOUGHTS ?
        “THERE ARE WORDS I DON’T KNOW”
        THE SCHIZOPHRENIA OF THE NUB
        PHYSICAL TOUCH AND THEN AN EXTENSION
        THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL—DEPTH
        *nub fiddling is the same as nub rubbing

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    • multiplemichael

      SEAN WAS NOT THE GUY WHO SAID THAT THE HUMAN BRAIN
      WAS A COMPUTER MADE OUT OF MEAT
      SEAN WAS LAZY AND CHILDISHLY CRAZY
      HE ONCE TRIED TO MARRY A ROLL OF TOILET PAPER
      HE HAD BEEN USING THE CARDBOARD TUBE FOR SEX
      HE SAID THAT HE WAS THINKING OUTSIDE THE BOX
      YOKO FOUND THE WHOLE NASTY BUSINESS UNACCEPTABLE
      SHE KILLED HIS INSTINCTUAL MAN DRIVES
      SHE SAID IN HER JAPANESE TONGUE
      “ONE LUG-NUT SHORT OF SIX PACK”

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      • eatmorewords

        the insertion of his meat into lubed toilet roll holder was not Seans idea –
        a friend showed him –
        up close and personal –
        offered to give him a hand –
        to guide him in – even offered to lend him some apparatus – Sean refused all help – he wanted to go it alone – lonely in a dark room –

        Yoko was against upon her visual discovery of Sean mid inside – but Sean had reached an apex of emotion – one inch closer to god (whoever the hell he was) –

        Yoko blamed herself, blamed the economy, the war over there, the vacant king, the unsold Currie house (all offers excepted)

        sean was replaced by a hologram and Julian, Julian picked up the toilet roll and locked himself away in a room where no one leaves

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  6. multiplemichael

    before the CUTLERY I worked in the Pebble industry
    we spent the day putting cutting edges on rocks
    I was there the day Henry came up with the transverse blade
    who knew humans were going to evolve into demons ?
    embodiment of spirits from an otherworldly hellhole
    I often ask tourists to take my photo
    hoping I will forget who I was
    who I am

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  7. multiplemichael

    YOKO SAID THAT I COULD LOOK DEEPLY INTO HER EYES
    I COULD PENETRATE TO ANY DEPTH I SO DESIRED
    ALTHOUGH SHE WAS NAKED THERE WAS NO SEQUIM
    I GUESS IT HAD GROWN SHUT OR FELL OFF
    IN THE BEGINNING IT IS NEVER EASY
    A SUDDEN JUMP
    SUFFERING ANGUISH THEN BLISS
    PRAY THAT THE SMELL DOESN’T CLOUD THE MOMENT

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  8. multiplemichael

    REPUBLICANS WERE WEARING BLOND WIGS THE DAY HE WAS CRUCIFIED
    EXPLOSION BY SUV LIKE AN ALARM CLOCK ON YOUR BIRTHDAY MORNING
    A DREAM CANNOT BE DISTURBED BY ANOTHER DREAM
    HOWEVER, YOU CAN STEP IN NATURE ONE FOOT AT A TIME
    EACH DAY YOU ARE A WITNESS TO YOUR DEFLOWERING
    DROPS OF YOUR BLOOD TOUCH THE HIMALAYAS
    TINY BROWN MEN CONCENTRATED TO THE SECOND POWER
    THEY VOICE AN AGELESS SECRET:
    an orgasm is just sneezing through the sex organ

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  9. multiplemichael

    AS A WITCH AND HER MAN, YOKO AND I VISITED
    THE TRUCHAS AND THE PUEBLO VILLAGE OF TAOS, NEW MEXICO
    YOKO HAD A KNIFE AND WAS FOREVER DOING BIZARRE THINGS
    I WANTED TO WRITE POEMS ABOUT THE RITES OF INNOCENCE
    SHE WANTED TO CUT THE BACKS OF KNEES
    I TREASURED MY CENTER OF GRAVITY
    YOKO WAS LIKE A FISH IN A BLENDER ON HIGH
    SHE WAS STRESSED ABOUT FAMILY, RACE, SEX
    1/2 OF HER EMBODIMENT WAS SHOT TO HELL
    YOKO WAS YOKO NO MATTER THE LOCATION
    SHE WAS A PIECE OF COAL THAT I CONSTANTLY WASHED
    YOKO, I LOVE YOU BUT COULD YOU POSSIBLY BE LESS TAUT ?

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    • eatmorewords

      …i have seen postcards from the Pueblo – you and Yoko

      demanding
      please give me the American money come and look at what I’ve created
      she was soooooo needy…
      will make art for money her T-shirt said

      the knife she used was fashioned from the jawbone of a whale – Ahab Ono cutting knees – swashbuckling – scaring the natives

      the sun shone straight through her tautness – her ribs cast shadows of prison bar
      how on earth did two humans live inside this host?

      anyway, I know Yoko isn’t in a Pueblo she’s in a northern town with me looking at jet streams

      we have been here for days

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      • multiplemichael

        A HUNDRED SAILOR DONGS AND SHE DIDN’T BLINK AN EYE
        her need to find external release in the panic of size
        deceptively labeled friends and lovers
        male worms the whole lot

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      • multiplemichael

        THE SAILORS CAN ONLY OBEY THE ALIEN IMPULSES WITHIN THEMSELVES
        FOLLOW WHERE FOLLOW MUST…..THE SLICK DARKNESS
        WERE THEY CRAZY TO JUMP OFF SHIP AND SWIM TO YOKO ?
        THEIR DONGS POINTED NORTH AND NORTH THEY SWAM
        RELIGIOUS PEOPLE CLAIM THAT THEY WERE NOT SWIMMING
        BUT RATHER THEY WERE BEING CARRIED IN THE SATANIC CURRENT

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      • multiplemichael

        CAN YOU IMAGINE YOKO AND THE SCENARIO
        WHEN SHE LEFT THE ORIGINAL FAMILY ?
        ———-ORIGINAL FAMILY—————
        YOKO HAD A LARGE NUMBER OF ORIGINAL FAMILIES
        HER LIFE WAS A CROSSPATCH OF REALITIES

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      • eatmorewords

        a guru of sorts -she disseminated her prophesies via air waves – slight satellite adjustments west of the Danube
        her cold veins – her DNA found in ice sheets miles from her birth coordinates
        faces like multiple Gemini – she saw no end and could not pin point the beginning –

        removing the mask only reveals another mask

        she split the secret three ways – Julian/Sean/her (the she) – keep it in the family – inherited conscious – Julian holds the key
        he is the cipher

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      • multiplemichael

        POOR YOKO WAS MARRIED BEFORE THE KING
        SHE WAS THE MOTHER OF 27 CHILDREN
        THE CHILDREN HAD VERY ODD EYES
        IT WAS DIFFICULT TO COUNT THEM
        MANY PAINFUL CONFRONTATIONS
        WITH DOCTORS
        DON’T EVEN MENTION FAMILY PORTRAITS
        THE MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE
        WAS ON THE BACK OF ALL CERAL BOXES
        RUMORS WERE HER HUSBAND WHIPPED HER LIKE A SAVAGE

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      • multiplemichael

        YOKO ONCE SHOWED ME A REFLECTION OF A REFLECTION
        IT WAS SORT OF LIKE A FUNERAL CRYSTAL BALL
        I WAS TO WATCH MYSELF DIE
        THE FUTURE HOLDS ANNIHILATION
        TO DIE SECRETLY WITH AN ODORLESS MASK
        TO GRAB HOLD OF DEATH BEFORE IT GRABS ME
        (word to the wise: don’t make death chase you )

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      • multiplemichael

        THE RELUCTANT REBEL—ANXIOUS TO SUBMIT
        EVIL VOICES—-CONCERNED FRIENDS
        NEVER TO QUESTION ATTACHMENT
        READING HAS MADE AN IMMORAL LIFE RESPECTABLE
        BOUTS OF HUMILIATION AND WALKING THE PLANK
        POEMS ABOUT MASCULINE-LOOKING TWEEDS
        A BROTHER WHO EMPLOYS NUMEROUS IMITATIONS
        A MYSTERIOUS CHAP IN A CIRCUS TENT
        HAPPY STROKES ON AN ORANGE NECK
        QUARREL CLIMAX QUARREL CLIMAX
        THE SCREECH OF YOUR ORGAN
        FINDING ITSELF AT THE STOP SIGN
        FOOTNOTES: NO LOVE TODAY
        YOUR LIVINGROOM LIKE A CROWDED BUS
        AGENTS OF A FOREIGN POWER ARE LISTENING
        THE ASSASSINATION OF ABE IS STILL OF INTEREST
        CLINGING EXHAUSTEDLY TO YOUR WORDS
        EVERYDAY REALISM, HANDSOME AND DEBONAIR
        NAKED BEAUTY CANNOT BE LONG SUSTAINED

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      • multiplemichael

        ISOLATED BY LONELINESS
        EACH DAY WAS AN EXPERIMENT
        SOCIAL ACCIDENTS—THE CONSEQUENCES OF CONTACT
        EMILY WAS SHOCKED AT THE NAKEDNESS OF HANDS
        A VERY PRIVATE MEANS OF TOUCH AND CARESS
        MECHANICAL GLOVES THAT MADE HER CRY
        IN PRIVATE CINEMATIC MOMENTS
        WE WOULD SHARE HANDS
        copyright 2013: anthropomorphism and Emily Dickinson

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      • multiplemichael

        a cinematic moment from your past
        you looked at the woman
        and it was as if her face was a camera
        romance was suddenly mechanical
        pastoral reality was replaced by steel and shadows

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      • multiplemichael

        LASHED TO THE MAST
        INTELLECTUALS IMPOVERISHED
        FOR KNOWLEDGE
        BODY TALKS IN A CIRCLE
        SAILORS GIDDY WITH PLEASURE
        NOVELS ABOUT THE DROOL OF EUROPE
        CINEMA AND POETIC TERMS TOUSLED
        NOTHING CEREBRAL OR TEXTUAL
        JUST JISM AND ALL HANDS ON DECK

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      • eatmorewords

        the drool of Europe gathers at the shore of this island –
        at the end of a continent
        a nation of sailor
        sea farers salty backwash – figures indistinguishable from monsters – diaries kept – written below deck on parchment – dry food to nourish those a million miles from home

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      • multiplemichael

        jazz seduces us to evil
        and lures us into the imprisonment
        a howl in the void
        that men tried to reproduce
        something rooted from the FALL
        sound clones from the devil
        *raise a fist to the black dog

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  10. multiplemichael

    I HAVE TO BE HONEST…………..I AM SLIGHTLY HURT THAT YOU ARE WITH YOKO
    I ALSO KNOW THAT THE FORCES THAT SHAPE OUR LIVES
    CAN NEITHER BE CONTROLLED NOR EVADED
    WE ALL HAVE A NEED FOR EQUALIZING DESIRE AND OPPORTUNITY
    IN A WAY I AM HAPPY YOU ARE BABYSITTING YOKO
    SHE IS A TAD BIT ROUGH-AND-TUMBLE
    ALL THAT KNIFE BUSINESS
    SHARP BLADES MISS THE SIGNIFICANCE OF ADJECTIVES
    WITH ONLY THREE POUNDS OF FLESH AND HAIR
    YOU MUST SEEK AN INTENSER SATISFACTION
    THAN THE PHYSICAL PLEASURES
    YOKO IS AN UNHAPPY BIRD IN BED

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    • eatmorewords

      Sean paid me to baby sit mummy Ono – he left me with instructions –
      she will only drink cold milk – her stomach is the size of a walnut –
      she will nibble on small pulses –
      these were the instructions pinned to the empty fridge – scrawled in Indian ink

      right now she’s curled up – foetal – like a an ammonite fossil – I must tip toe through the house – I don’t want to wake her –

      she twitches while she dreams – like a dog who doesn’t know it’s owners name –

      we only recognise the voices and the scribbles

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      • eatmorewords

        there is no need to buy the photo – it is online – it is trending – hash tag popularity – entrepreneurial youth have already turned it into tshirts
        a
        mouse mat
        someone somewhere is making millions from the copyright…maybe it’s Julian?

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      • multiplemichael

        sexual exhibitionism and public intercourse are the heart of the CURIE VORTEX
        Marie showed extraordinary passivity…..motionless…..paralysis royal
        a hundred sailor dongs and she didn’t blink a eye

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      • eatmorewords

        The Curie paradox
        Jack the Ripper was a transformer
        in laboratories they fiddle with DNA and splice it with meat –
        a tree that bears meat – the foreskin of a 1000 castration – throbbing gristle – two lips look like pillow, Jagger isn’t real and Yoko was put here for nefarious means – dark and growing sinister –
        she falls through cracks
        people forget her existence sometimes

        I’ve killed her in my mind many times before

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      • multiplemichael

        A TREE THAT BEARS MEAT
        WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU CLIMB THAT TREE NAKED ?
        IF YOU PLUMMET FROM THE HIGHEST BRANCH
        SLIDING AGAINST THE MOIST BARK
        HELPLESS BUT HOPEFUL FOR A QUICK RELEASE

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      • multiplemichael

        SHE TWITCHES LIKE A WIFE WHO KNOWS NOT HER HUSBAND’S NAME
        UNWRITTEN BACKGROUND MATERIAL HAUNTS YOU
        PART ALIVE NORTH OF LONDON
        PART ALIVE IN THE WOMB OF MOTHER
        TO REENACT THE ORIGIN OF YOUR BIRTH
        YOUR LIFE IS TO BE LESS THAN REAL
        WHO CAN MEASURE THE DISTANCE
        BETWEEN INTENTION AND EXECUTION ?

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      • eatmorewords

        (a lyric screamed she twitches like a vein slashed bright and blue. – I hear it looped all the tine)
        night time gymnastics nocturnal inability to sleep REM sleep disturbed – south of heaven –
        she tapes the nights to capture the words that spill out –
        the unconscious words that she can’t control – raw nerves exposed – words from within dark cobwebs
        – at night she isn’t she isnt her

        and she’s ashamed she found Julian in a thrift store next to unwanted Christmas gifts – flotsam from the Beatle king (he had his favourites)

        poor Yoko trapped deep within her agony

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      • multiplemichael

        MINIATURE MEAT FOR SALE
        GNAT-SIZE OR SMALLER
        YOU PASSED A NOTE IN CLASS
        “I AM VERY HUNGRY”
        HUNGER HAS NASTY CLAWS
        PREOCCUPIED, LIFE PASSES BY
        LIPS CAN EXPRESS KINSHIP
        PLATONIC HAS NO CHAIR
        AT THE TABLE

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      • multiplemichael

        DAYS OF SEXUAL HEAT DOWNSTREAM
        THE TEETH CAR-CRASHING WITH EACH KISS
        CURIOSITY OUTSIDE THE TAVERN
        ***************CURIOSITY OUTSIDE THE CEMETERY
        UNCHANGEABLE FACTS….CADAVERS SURROUND YOU
        YOU ARE OUT OF THE GAME—NOT BACK IN ( the short end of the stick )
        THE MARRIAGE BED WITH A HIDDEN GUN
        NIGHTS OF HEART-TO-HEART WITH THE GUN
        INCESSANT BLOWS AND CRUEL STIMULI
        DADDY GUN FORCES THEM TO STAY OUTDOORS
        THE THEATRICS OF POWER
        BANG BANG IS KNOWLEDGE

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  11. multiplemichael

    it is difficult to speak of the waters of life when in the restroom
    spooks and bogeys and Halloween apes are children of chaos
    by the way, Maxwell Smart is not related to Joan Rivers
    a strange unknown world ruled by forces unconcerned with men
    nonchalant delight in consonants and vowels
    midnight girls who whizz in the street
    behind parked cars….sportive open legs
    ethereal angelic thick beaver fur
    Swedenborgian pubic fleece
    within the canal subjectivity mingles with actuality
    I’ve said every word in the dictionary
    does that make me a futurist ?
    BRAVE ENOUGH TO TAKE OFF THE RUBBER
    AND STAND WITH HEAD BARED
    THE SENSUAL WARMTH
    THE DELIGHTS OF BESEECHING
    REAL FRICTION

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      a moist friction
      seems contradictory –
      a bald head –
      engorged with tributaries of blood –
      open the opening

      pounding the meat with the ferocity of a serial killer with a hammer-
      flesh at the end

      if only to tenderise
      to work on it to
      soften it up

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      • multiplemichael

        WHAT ABOUT ORIENTAL MEAT ?
        any concepts ?
        A CRUST OF BREAD
        RADICAL MESSIANISM
        A BOTTLE OF SPECTATOR SPIT
        AN ACTIVE ORIENTAL DONG
        WHAT ARE THE VISUALS ?
        possibly a graceful curve
        slightly bent
        WHAT ABOUT ORIENTAL MEAT ?

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      • eatmorewords

        Oriental meat should be the same – there should be
        continuity of meat – marbled meat on the slab – fat rind –
        different regulations in different locations stipulate different methods –
        specail sharpe knives from Leviathan cutlery are shipped in sharp –
        the abattoir has oxygen tanks in the cargo bay –

        I have heard tales of oriental meat having words under the skin tattooed in

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      • multiplemichael

        TO DISCOVER BOUNDARIES AND THEN EXCEED THEM
        TO WORK ON IT TO SOFTEN IT UP
        JOHNNY BOY SHOPLIFTING FROM HEAVEN
        DOES IT TOUGHEN UP YOUR INTEGRITY ?
        STEALING AS THE RESPECTABLE MORAL SPORT
        INTELLECTUALS PLAY AT BEING CRIMINALS

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      • eatmorewords

        oriental meat cleaved from inbred animals – they have different rules –
        different taboos – they don’t have hotels they don’t have bibles –
        they are hairy meat

        if you say your name three times the equations change

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    • multiplemichael

      I’VE SAID EVERY WORD IN THE DICTIONARY
      DOES THAT MAKE ME A FUTURIST ?
      REAL POETRY IS OUTSIDE THE RANGE OF CONSCIOUSNESS
      THE READER CAN SEE THE LIGHT FROM THE LIGHTHOUSE
      BUT MAY FIND IT IMPOSSIBLE TO PHYSICALLY TOUCH THE LIGHTHOUSE

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  12. multiplemichael

    MEANWHILE START BLEEDING
    KNIFE CUT….KNIFE GO DEEP
    OPEN THE OPENING AGAIN
    OBSESSIVELY REPEATING
    MASOCHISTIC THRILLS
    UNTIL SOMEONE GETS HURT
    A SLASH DOWN THE FACE
    A BIG OL’ RAGGED STREAK
    NO ONE WILL EVER QUESTION
    YOUR POETIC SKILLS

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    • multiplemichael

      BEING USED FOR PURPOSES THAT YOU RECOGNIZE AS BASE
      WHAT IS A SUITABLE RESPONSE TO THE ACTUALITIES OF 2013 ?
      WHATEVER CAN BE USED TO CLEAR BREATHING SPACE
      KNOW HOW TO SAY NO
      MODERN MALADIES ARE A MILLION YEARS OLD
      PULL OUT YOUR HISTORY BOOK
      EVOLUTIONARY APPETITES ARE TOO SLOW
      SPIT OUT THE RIDICULE……….CURTAIN SOUP BONES
      BRING A BLUSH TO THE YOUR WIFE’S CHEEKS
      SHE IS YOUR PALACE OF SENSUAL PLEASURE

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      • eatmorewords

        Say, does your purpose hold no modern value? are 2013 maladies reoccurring?
        is she you?……whatever…a million curtains can not hold back the soup – your sensual bones make it clear
        crystal
        that breathing her air is a must – you came to that conclusion when you open her carved box – when you witnessed the words – the curled edges of paper – sepia toned yesterday’s – her past is your present – cant let go like Velcro

        know history and blush pilgrim

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      • multiplemichael

        POETS ARE EASILY INFLUENCED BY PERSONAL PREFERENCES
        RIGHT HAND LEFT HAND………ALL THE SAME
        WITHOUT GRAVITY IT FEELS STRANGE
        CHILDREN ARE GIVEN THREATENING MESSAGES
        IT WILL GET OUT OF JOINT…OUT OF HAND…YOU’LL GO BLIND
        THE RAG IS DRYING UP YOUR FUTURE
        NO GRANDCHILDREN FOR YOU
        A PROBING PROBOSCIS
        BUT NO SEED
        SPIT OUT THE RIDICULE
        BRING A BLUSH TO YOUR WIFE’S PURSE
        GIVE HER 20 TWENTIES AND 10 ONES

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      • eatmorewords

        right hand left hand ambidextrous handed hairy hand left in the freezer for 20 minutes feels like someone else when you touch yourself – leave money by your own bed – self love satisfying -no need to blush under that mask –

        it’s the closet your’ll feel to god – split second vision retina burnt

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      • multiplemichael

        SPIT OUT THE RIDICULE………..CURTAIN SOUP BONES
        A BEGGAR BEFORE BORROWED WORDS
        I OFTEN SEE THE RULE OF MACHINES
        THEY WILL BE FREE AND EVOLVE LIKE LEAPING DEERS
        PEOPLE WILL REMAIN FIXED AND UNFINISHED
        WHO WAS THE IDIOT THAT SAID LIFE NEVER ENDS ?
        ………a transitory and fleeting illusion ………………………..
        I’VE BEEN TOLD WHY BIRTH IS ATTACHED TO DEATH

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  13. multiplemichael

    …………..NO ONE WILL EVER QUESTION YOUR POETIC SKILLS………….
    THE VOICE IN YOUR SLEEP, “YOUR WIFE HAS BECOME THE WICKED
    STEPMOTHER OF FAIRY TALES”
    QUESTION IN YOUR SLEEP, WHY DO YOU TORTURE WORDS ?

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    • multiplemichael

      THEMES OF SHARP SCISSORS IN THE CROTCH AREA
      TUMORS AND OTHER GROWTHS THAT NEED CLIPPED
      POSSIBLY A RAZORBLADE
      SAILBOAT TAGS ON THE OCEAN OF FLESH
      GIFTS FROM GOD THOSE GOAT TEAT TAGS
      IN A BLOODY MESS, OFTEN HIT-OR-MISS
      WHY DO YOU TORTURE YOURSELF ?

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      • multiplemichael

        SAILBOAT TAGS ON THE OCEAN OF FLESH
        GIFTS FROM GOD THOSE GOAT TEAT TAGS
        thoughts like that make me ponder if Mary ever had dental problems
        if you are the mother of Christ………..do you have dental problems ?

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    • multiplemichael

      YOU MUST TORTURE WORDS
      BECAUSE DON JUAN IS OUTSIDE
      HIS FINGER HAS GREAT CAPACITY
      DON’T PERMIT HIM TO USE IT
      YOUR WIFE MAY BE A PSYCHO-SPIDER
      TREACHEROUSLY LYING IN WAIT
      FOR A MALE QUARRY
      TORTURE WORDS
      AND KEEP THE LIBERTINE SEDUCER AT BAY

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  14. multiplemichael

    YOUR PILLOW SMELLS LIKE A PAGAN POODLE
    YOU ARE ONE STROKE AWAY FROM INCEST
    LOVING YOURSELF IS NOT ONLY GAY BUT ALSO INCESTUOUS
    NO HUMILIATION IN PRIVATE EXCRETORY VOIDING
    YOU KISSED IT BEFORE IT WENT DOWN

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    • multiplemichael

      OVERSHADOW THE WORLD WITH YOUR BUTTOCKS
      DROPPING EXCRETORY GIFTS TO THE HUNGRY PLANTS
      I SAW YOU BY SATELLITE……….A CURIOUS BUT FAMILIAR SIGHT
      CAUSE-AND-EFFECT
      SELF-WINDING
      CHINESE FINGER TRAP

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      • multiplemichael

        INFORMATION REGARDING THE PLASTIC SECRETS OF JOAN
        MUST BE PRESERVED THROUGH THE CONSTANT RESTRAINING
        OF HER FACIAL CHALLENGES
        ANY NATURAL NORM-POSITION DOES NOT EXIST
        EVERYTHING IS SQUEEZED INTO A CIRCULAR ENCLOSURE
        AT NIGHT SHE SLEEPS IN A CORRECTIVE MASK
        A GOD AWFUL THING WITH TUBES

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      • multiplemichael

        YOU WAKE UP WITH HOME-SWEET-HOME IN YOUR SHORTS
        OVER-ACHIEVING IN A LONG DROUGHT
        EROTIC PURSUIT IN THORNS
        WALKING ON BROKEN GLASS
        JOHNNY BOY TOUR DE FORCE
        TWINKLING IN THE MENTAL SKY
        MEASURING EMOTIONAL DENSITY
        the beginning: subject evidences sexuality
        the middle: suicidal/nihilistic traits under the rug
        the end: confidence inspired by the new girl
        *bruised ego by a troupe
        of clog dancers: 2013

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  15. multiplemichael

    ON THE SCREEN A PARROT WAS SITTING ON MY SHOULDER
    IN REALITY THERE WAS NO PARROT
    IF YOU WERE TO RING THE GOLD BELL
    THE ROOM WOULD FILL WITH MONKEY-MAIDS
    SPANISH SPEAKING MONKEYS FROM BUENOS AIRES
    IN KENTUCKY ONE WOULD QUESTION THE AMOROUS NATURE OF THESE MONKEYS
    THE IMPLICATIONS ARE INESCAPABLE…COMPLETE ECSTASY…. ADULT FULFILLMENT

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  16. multiplemichael

    POETRY BY QUESTION AND ANSWER
    BARKING UP THE SECRET PATH
    PLOT-PUSHERS IN A HURRY
    NO TIME FOR TAKE OFF
    SAY HELLO TO PLEASURE
    PERSONAL AND REVELATORY
    DON’T HIDE OR DISGUISE
    GIVE THE GIFT STRONG
    YOUR DIFFERENT VOICE
    TOUCHINGLY EXTENDED

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    • eatmorewords

      the chain will not be broken
      the mind throws up endless contortions of ideas – there is enough inside to fill a million pages –
      nothing is stale here –
      everything is in flux –

      (…occasional shocks will restart the heart…)

      each day she’d send me a postcard with one word it – my wall is paragraph, a sentence
      meandering stern to bow

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      • multiplemichael

        AFTER HIGH SCHOOL I HAD A SHORT FLING WITH THE GIRL WHO SENT
        POSTCARDS EACH DAY………RATHER STRANGE THAT SHE WOULD
        ONLY WRITE ONE WORD………..THE POSTMAN WOULD TELL ME
        THE WORD FOR THE DAY AS HE HANDED ME THE MAIL…SOMETIMES
        SHE WOULD WRITE ABOUT DIRTY THINGS THAT WE HAD DONE……….
        HE DIDN’T SEEM TO MIND RATHER SEEMED TO ENJOY THE WHOLE
        EXPERIENCE…….I REMEMBER SHE CALLED HER THING A “PEEPEE-TROPOLIS”
        …………NOTHING SPECIAL ABOUT IT…..COULDN’T CRACK WALNUTS
        OR PICK UP QUARTERS……….CLEAN AND COZY

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      • multiplemichael

        JOAN HAD HER REASONS FOR WITHDRAWING INTO A NEW FACE
        SHE OPENLY TALKS OF HER SUFFERING
        BUT NO ONE LISTENS
        SHE LIVES ON THE BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN
        INHIBITION, REFINEMENT, MORALITY HOLD LITTLE SWAY
        ……..PEOPLE ASK ABOUT DARK SEXUAL MATTERS
        AVANT-GARDE HANKY-PANKY
        DEMON FANTASIES…….FRIVOLOUS BROKEN FINGERS
        ANYTHING CLOSE TO BLASPHEMY
        UNDERPANTS WITH BROWN RHYMES
        DELIBERATE #2
        WITH NO DESIRE TO WIPE

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      • multiplemichael

        A SENTENCE MEANDERING
        (feelings serve as the subsoil)
        DAILY PHYSICAL PRESSURE
        FOOD, WARMTH, AND SHELTER
        OFTEN TORRENTIAL DOWNPOUR
        GRAY INTERIOR BEDROOM
        SHE HAS BECOME A PUPPET
        THREATS OF SEPARATION
        SILENT AND OTHERWISE
        DEPARTURE
        TENSION
        THE UNFOLD OF NO MORE
        EXTENDED ATTENTION TO PATHOS
        LOVE IS VIEWED FROM A DISTANCE
        LOVE IS A BAD TOOTH IN A DILEMMA

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  17. multiplemichael

    SOMETIMES EVERYTHING BECOMES RUSSIAN
    other times there seems to be bits of food for thought
    A TINY ISLAND AWAY FROM THE CORPSE WIFE
    eye darts at women with bigger rpms or reduced narratives
    POSSIBLY ONE WITH A RHYMING CUP
    for early morning enjoyable eccentricities

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    • eatmorewords

      Lee Harvey wrote secrets in a Cyrillic hybrid – Jack R couldn’t find the cipher – he unpacked the Matryoshka dolls – one after the other after the other – hollow and empty he changed his shape – there was a formula – he slowed the rpm’s –
      listened for things not heard before

      both were islands waiting
      for the geography of time to join their trajectories

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      • multiplemichael

        I find myself waiting for geography
        pink and pulpy geography
        amusement in old-fashioned ways
        like animals through seasons
        making that big nut
        a crazy Japanese tickler
        bless the revolving shaft
        vibrating assault on high

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      • eatmorewords

        at the bingo hall after party the stripper suffocated inside the birthday cake
        – she never emerged like the beautiful swan –
        her face as blue as bruised –
        her legs pink and pulpy

        men pulling oxygen canisters shuffled unsteady in comfortable shoes – her death the highlight of the slow century – new teeth to chew tough meat –

        the building was on a road named after a king – on days like this his European mind questioned the nature of things

        the dead stripper has a tag on her toe – it reads DEAD STRIPPER

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      • multiplemichael

        THERE SHOULD BE AN UNPUBLISHABLE WORD FOLLOWING GEOGRAPHY
        WOOD-LOADER, WOOD-CUTTER, WOOD-___________
        AS MALES ONLY A LOYAL FRIEND COULD SAY THAT WORD TO ANOTHER MALE
        HISTORICAL SPACE HISTORICAL EXPERIENCE HISTORICAL PEEPEE-TROPOLIS

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      • multiplemichael

        JACK RUBY WAS IN FAVOR OF SELF-ESTRANGEMENT
        ONE TIME HE HAD 17 LIMBS IN HIS CAR TRUNK
        HE WAS ALMOST A MODERN ARTIST
        ART IS MAKING OBJECTS AND ACTIVITIES VISIBLE
        NOTHING MORE….NOTHING LESS
        UNTREATED RAW MATERIAL
        MADE OLD SCHOOL BUDDIES GAG
        “THEM AIN’T BUTTERFLY WINGS”

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      • multiplemichael

        GEOGRAPHY IS OFTEN REDUCTIVE AND OVERSIMPLIFIED
        I WANT TO STAND UP AND RENDER A COMPLEX ADULT RESPONSE
        HAVE YOU NO CAPACITY FOR TACTILE SENSATION ?
        THROW YOUR EYES AND EARS IN THE TRASHCAN

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  18. multiplemichael

    TO SOON FOR LANGUAGE I WAIT FOR GEOGRAPHY
    PINK AND PULPY IS FEELING GRATITUDE FOR BIRTHDAY CAKE
    PUSHING ON BEYOND POSSIBILITY PAST THE PRISON OF A BRA
    WHITE PARADISE OVERWHELMING COMMUNICATION
    YES, USE MY FACE BOLD STROKES A LOT OF TONGUE
    I AM YOUR SPECIAL BABY YOUR LITTLE BOY

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    • eatmorewords

      they hide in the shadows
      – behind rumours & densely worded contracts signed with forged paw prints

      – the superfuzz static hum makes her feel claustrophobic

      – like when she travels on a bus dressed lightly for the season and the eyes are on her
      following
      prying on her –
      following –

      IF YOU WANT MY LIFE STORY WAIT TILL I DIE A FAMOUS DEATH –

      Yoko was a point in geography – magnetic Yoko
      could set you compass by her

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  19. multiplemichael

    WAS THE DEAD STRIPPER JUDEO-CHRISTIAN ?
    THIS KIND OF QUESTION WILL HAUNT ME ALL DAY
    SHE MAY HAVE BEEN A HUMANISTIC ACHIEVEMENT
    I LIKE STRIPPERS WITH EXTERNAL TUMORS
    FOR $50 THEY WILL SHOW YOU UNDER A NAKED LIGHT BULB THEIR TUMOR
    I LIKE MOIST TUMORS
    GOTTA BE MOIST…….IF DRY OR HAIRY I WANT MY $50 BACK
    STRIPPERS LIKE POETS COME FROM AN UNKNOWN WOMB WORLD
    STRIPPERS WHO HAVE ENTHUSIASM FOR METH ARE THE BEST
    PARTICULARLY REVEALING IN THIS RESPECT ARE BATH SALT STRIPPERS
    IN THE OLD DAYS THEY WOULD CURSE IN YIDDISH
    GET THAT MUSK GLAND PUMPING !!!

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  20. multiplemichael

    THE DEAD STRIPPER HAD EXACT APPROPRIATENESS
    TO EACH AND EVERY MOMENTARY NEED
    SURFACE READINGS SUGGESTED SHE WAS SHY
    BUT WILLING
    EYE DARTS OF APPRECIATION
    SHE SEEMED TO ENJOY DEVIATIONS
    AT TIMES 5 OR 6 MEN WERE AROUND HER
    DESPITE THE BLATANT SIGNALS
    NO ONE KNEW SHE WAS DECEASED
    SHE MADE $750 AND DIDN’T SWALLOW

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    • eatmorewords

      the dead stripper will resurface in confused dreams – rigid and blue – breast solid
      vultures one and all
      ghouls amongst the living

      thoughts disappear down drain holes – the vibrations are kicking in – the Beatle king arrived with three knaves in tow – mangled message – avant garde car crash – get out while you can – western drums low fat acne –
      her touch melts electricity

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      • multiplemichael

        A DEAD STRIPPER CAN BE A PAINFUL APPENDAGE TO LIFE’S MORNING
        OLD AGE ENTRENCHMENT LIKE CONCRETE JELLO
        VITAL FUNCTIONS IMPAIRED WILL ROBINSON
        TURN UP THE NITROUS OXIDE
        SEQUENCING

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      • multiplemichael

        white people on the ladder of degradation
        slobbering and shoe-kissing
        dramatizing the need for a dollar
        short-lived commitments on the stripper circuit
        life remains at a distance
        only the bell buoy booms

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  21. multiplemichael

    ATOMIC INSEMINATION BORE MONSTROUS CHILDREN
    IN THE CURIE COMPOUND THEY DRINK THE ENERGY THEY AROUSE
    MARIE LOVED TO BE THEATRICALLY PROJECTED
    SHE WOULD PRAY DURING INTERCOURSE
    in her private diary she states that she was being watched by a ring of eyes

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    • eatmorewords

      chemically charged but wearing a mask things slip – this record skips –
      the questionnaire had ticks and crosses – they would filter out the weak –
      insemination hierarchy –
      she wanted to blur the lines of protocol – no need for the intercourse –
      around them she saw rings
      purple auras –
      invisible energy she tapped into with her inventions

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      • multiplemichael

        ARTISTIC VALUE………MANIFESTATIONS………..FLASHLIGHTS IN THE DARK
        DEEP IN A CAVE IN KENTUCKY SMOKING ITALIAN CIGARETTES
        NEW HORIZONS UNTIL YOU GET CAUGHT
        FRACTURED…..BRUISED……..VALENTINO PARK RANGERS
        IN A FRIENDLY WAY, THAT’S NOT MY POCKET
        MODERN INTELLECTUALS
        CHEWING PUCCINI BUBBLE GUM

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      • multiplemichael

        ————————no need for the intercourse——————————–
        alternating between ecstasy and cynicism
        miscalculations on your part
        new math and repetition
        imprisoned in adolescence
        patterns of neurosis
        your valentine suggested that only in death
        would contradictions be resolved
        penetrating your skull
        she stuck the knife in your forehead
        drama with your blood proud
        subterranean johnny boy
        she was a realist and her knife was reworking yours
        she was dictating theme
        LIFE WAS WHAT IT WAS

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      • eatmorewords

        she could never overstay her welcome regardless of her tawdry habits – the radiation levels have settled (for now) – the Petri dishes are growing
        something new

        I’m as hard a stone
        she’s a smoking gun

        she didn’t like my exit theory – I tried to explain – I slipped
        and tripped on the pool of blood

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  22. multiplemichael

    Marie was unrivalled by the studies of any other physicist in Paris
    her privates were the barometer of her soul
    in the middle years she was both passionate and visionary
    when she broke wind there was pyrotechnic sparks
    Hustler Magazine listed her as MISS HALF-LIFE OF THE CENTURY
    “DOWN THERE, MAN BECOMES WHOLLY WITH GOD”

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  23. multiplemichael

    ……………………………………10,000 HOURS OF STUDYING THE OCCULT…………………………………
    you will know God is near when “silence is on fire”
    the flames of all things burning
    your belongings, your little world………all a sacrifice
    silently alive but on fire

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    • eatmorewords

      the occult studied her – every inch – put her on a plinth and demanded acolytes now down – iconography bearing her image were auctioned – a picture of her was vacuumed packed and flown to the moon – a monolith pierced the sky – she travelled faster then time and met herself twice

      her husband removed his mask the day she died

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      • multiplemichael

        THE MASK HAD TRACES OF CONTAMINATION
        DUST FROM THE DARKNESS OF THE UNCONSCIOUS
        DOMESTIC VIOLENCE THROTTLING HOODED CLOAKED
        UNSCRUPULOUS GIRLS BEGGING QUARTERS
        THE MACHINES ARE HUNGRY MACHINES TAINTED WITH SIN
        DO MACHINES WEAR SOCKS ?

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      • multiplemichael

        ANIMALS WITH WELL-DEVELOPED CEREBRAL FACULTIES
        ASTONISHED AT THE METICULOUSNESS
        CONTRABAND EYELASHES FROM YOKO
        UNIQUE TO JAPANESE MAMMALS
        GOD HELP THOSE WHO MEASURE THEIR TIME BY CLOCKS
        ARE YOU STILL DISTRIBUTING TIME ?
        GRAVITATION IS EVERYTHING
        EVEN HOMELESS VAGABONDS
        SAY SO
        SINGING FOLK SONGS ABOUT TRAINS
        A CHILDHOOD ON THE WESTERN FREIGHT
        FINGERHIKING HOBOES FROM INDIANA

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      • eatmorewords

        the magician is always revealed as a fake – there is no magick – misdirection vanishes the elephant in the room – the retired magician will still do tricks – no audience now- moved onto the next new thing – no allegiance no higher power – but I know
        Yoko knew the power of misdirection – Jagger sent her in – she played the role – multiple Yokos – duplicitous Yoko – code name Ok – scurrying Beatle king – hiding in hotels shaped like buildings – autographed kitchen wall – suspicious concierge carrying cutlery

        we know where this all started

        psychic goats bought online come with no guarantees

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      • eatmorewords

        hobos pick at the edifice of buildings where entrance has been denied
        entrance denial – a textbook case study – used in the footnotes
        by Emilys doctor – the mystery deepens as the page numbers increase

        her face changes at different angles her shadows wrap themselves
        around this time – unable to put into words – she searches back
        through the previous letters – red pen rings to jog memories

        she doesn’t measure time
        time is limited by a lack of imagination

        folk songs about her old town

        she’ll kiss you clean
        clincially

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      • multiplemichael

        MISDIRECTION IS HOW I FIND MY WAY HOME
        MISDIRECTION CAN BE THE SOURCE OF INCALCULABLE SUFFERING
        DUST FROM THE UNCONSCIOUS ( BROKEN GLASS )
        THE WORDPRESS POET LACKS CONFIDENCE
        PEOPLE AS BUILDING MATERIAL FOR HISTORY
        CAUCASIANS AS MORTER AND BLONDE PLYWOOD
        ……..DO NOT REPEAT THE “OK” CODE WORD
        WE MUST PRESERVE THE ESSENTIAL QUALITIES OF YOKO
        JAPANESE AGONIES AND FRENZIES
        VENOMOUS DEW

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      • eatmorewords

        misdirection caused by shifting poles
        sharp compass points cut the explorers hands –
        pin points plotted on arcane maps –
        hand drawn, sketchy
        hand drawn by hypnotised Yoko -code name decoded
        password burnt –
        Wordpress confusion as Yokos essential qualities are debatable and few

        She has nice hair is a general consensus

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      • multiplemichael

        YOKO IS FAMOUS FOR HER OPENNESS AND EMPTINESS
        HER TRUTH LACKS TRUTH BY OMISSION
        FEELING NO PAIN MAKES THE ENTIRE UNDERTAKING ARTIFICIAL
        NO HOSPITALS NO “DREAM ORBIT” SHOTS
        SEAN CAME OUT SIDEWAYS
        YOKO WAS TRYING TO DECIDE WHO WAS THE MOST COMICAL
        CHAPLIN or KEATON
        IT TOOK THE MAID TWO WEEKS TO CLEAN UP THE MESS
        YOKO CALLED IT “THE FLOW OF LIFE”
        THE MAID THOUGHT OF IT AS A GELATINOUS MASS OF FISH GUTS

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      • multiplemichael

        ——————————THE DAY SHE DIED——————————————-
        MULTIPLICATION OF CALVARY:MULTIPLICATION OF CALVARY
        ONE DAY THE SUCCESSIVE GIFTS WILL STOP: THE SHOP CLOSED
        NO LONGER STATIONARY, DEATH REMOVES THE WEDDING DRESS
        THE JEWELS REMOVED, THE SHROUD HELD DOWN WITH PUSH PINS

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      • multiplemichael

        THOSE CRAZY CHINESE ARTISTS
        THROWING PANDAS OUT OF AIRPLANES
        MAKES FOR AN INTERESTING CONCEPT
        ARE THEY REALLY BEARS ?
        JUST IMAGINE IF THEY DROPPED ONE OVER ALASKA
        AND A KODIAK SAW IT SPLATTER ON THE GROUND
        WHAT KIND OF WILD THOUGHTS WOULD RACE THROUGH HIS MIND
        BEFORE HE ATE THE DAMN THING
        “NEVER LET A PANDA GO TO WASTE”

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      • multiplemichael

        TOMORROW WILL BE AN UPSIDE-DOWN COPY OF TODAY
        YOUR CROWN OF THORNS WILL BE A CROWN OF PUSH PINS
        ——————TWIN TRAGEDIES———————————–
        GOD GRANTING YOU WHAT YOU WANT
        GOD NOT GRANTING YOU WHAT YOU WANT

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      • eatmorewords

        extracts from her thoughts

        they know me I I haven’t seen them yet
        they know about the ghost X-rays, the factory, the dead curtains
        they have read my poetry dug fingers inside – there are two
        but could be many followed me
        in time
        through time
        knife wound in the head and the blood that runs like the blue bulls these words across oceans I feel like I know them
        drowning

        readers have stumbled into my life & their minds

        I feel safe in their head

        ……the extracts suddenly ends…a Geiger counter run over the words revealed contamination – it was all upside down and back to front

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  24. multiplemichael

    poor MARIE, the constant fear of fire
    their fingers were cooked from the R.
    the sense of loss, Mister P. and his pee-pee pains
    sometimes he urinated coal tar
    his submission to God
    like hers, somewhat forced
    an arrangement not really satisfactory
    elements and not jewels
    the word of life was his meat
    his meat was ecclesiastes

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    • multiplemichael

      NEBUCHADNEZZAR WAS FAMOUS FOR HIS COLLECTION OF CLOCKS
      “THE MOST IMPORTANT CLOCK IS THE ONE THAT DOESN’T WORK”
      HE HAD HUGE SENSITIZED SURFACES ON HIS TORSO
      HE HAD LIMITED INFLUENCE ON INFORMATION IMPRINTED ON THOSE SURFACES
      CRITICS AND GRANDMOTHERS DEMANDED THAT HE USE RAW MATERIAL
      REALITY MORE OR LESS INTACT….IF YOU BELIEVE IN SUCH A THING
      REALITY HOUNDS SUFFER FROM INSATIABLE CURIOSITY

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  25. multiplemichael

    SIMULACRUM OF DEATH:
    the doctors in the institution
    speak of past repressions and denials
    why are they in the past ?
    why are they not just sitting on the bench
    waiting for their chance to bat ?
    how deep does the water get ?
    a world of constant fears
    and that god awful wail
    of Satan after they chop off his tail

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  26. multiplemichael

    VENTRILOQUISM IS SUCH A NAUGHTY WORD
    A PLAYFUL TERM OF ABUSE
    SOCIAL UTILITY……?
    PEOPLE WITH GUNS TO THEIR HEADS
    TOLD TO WRITE A SINGLE SENTENCE
    HEAVY CURTAINS OF DREAD
    THE WALLS WASHED WITH DITCHWATER
    THE BABY STILLBORN WITHOUT A SINGLE PEEP
    MOTHER TRYING TO DISSOCIATE
    HER STOMACH NO LONGER A SUITCASE
    COULD SHE REFORM HER LEGS ?
    SO AWKWARD WITH THE CHILD DEAD
    TO SEE OTHER PEOPLE COMFORTABLE
    BLUE EYES AND HOLLYWOOD NOSES
    ADDING FRESH EXTENSION OF SENSE

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    • eatmorewords

      VENTRILOQUISM is a theatrical name for schizophrenia the voices – projecting from the mouths of wooden quasi men (and worst, furry beasts…hand deep inside )…it’s not playful
      it’s just odd
      It’s not right

      you can’t write poetry under threat of death so please remove that gun from my temple – don’t attempt a Beefheart move – locking me in a house – making everyone feel the vibrations – curtains swinging dead frayed curtains swinging amongst capital letters –

      Her extension of self would develop inside
      one day

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      • multiplemichael

        TOTAL COMPREHENSION OF VENTRILOQUISM ?
        the harmony and order of the cosmos are disrupted by ventriloquism
        OPEN THE TORAH IN KENTUCKY AND ROBOTIC GOATS FALL OUT
        THE FACTORY IS A GIANT ALIEN SPACESHIP: THE TORAH
        the Japanese were going to drop bombs on it but they ran out of fuel

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      • multiplemichael

        VENTRILOQUISM WAS THE ROOT CAUSE OF OUR FALL
        ALL THOSE HORRORS AND ABSURDITIES
        GROUND ZERO CATHOLIC GARDEN
        A SOURCE OTHER THAN THE GUILTY
        BEND THE TREES DOWN WILLIAM BLAKE
        SPIRALING SERIES OF ATOMS
        CONSTANT IDENTITY FORMATION
        THAT CURIE GIRL GRINDING ME
        SUCH GENEROSITY—GIVING IT AWAY 90 mph
        SOMEDAY I WOULD WASH AWAY THE SIN
        EXPERIENCE GENUINE CONSCIENCE
        ———————————————————-
        JOHNNY BOY AND HIS MINSTREL-SHOW
        BEDROOM HIGH JINKS ALL ALONE
        A VORTEX OF FORCES BIDDING TO SPEW
        MANIPULATED ALL TOO BRIEFLY
        LIFE NEVER QUITE WRITTEN

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      • multiplemichael

        GOD SCENTS THE VERY AIR WE BREATHE
        EVERYTHING IS SACRED—HALLOWEDNESS
        LEAVE BEHIND THE CONCRETE AND CURTAINS
        OUTSTRETCHED HANDS TO MILK THE MOST
        RENEWAL AND RESTORATION
        ALL IMPORTANT

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      • multiplemichael

        BLIGHTED BY FACTORIES AND AUTOMOBILES
        LACKING THE MOST COMMONEST APPRECIATION
        CLEAR-EYED OBSERVATIONS
        BEHIND CURTAINS OF IMPOSSIBILITY
        POETS MOUTHING IDEAS
        AMATEURISH MICHAEL A LIPPER ROYAL
        SIN GLUED FEET REDUCED A THOUSAND TIMES
        OVERHEAD THE BIRDS CIRCLE
        THE SILENCE IS ORDERLY AND PLEASING
        EARTH KNOWLEDGE NO LONGER RECOGNIZED

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  27. multiplemichael

    EVERYTHING LEFT UNFULFILLED IN MOMMY AND DADDY
    CAN BE MIXED WITH COUGH SYRUP AND VENTRILOQUISM
    A LITTLE SOMETHING THAT WILL NOT DISTURB THE PRETENCE OF HAPPINESS
    PLEASE WALK UNDER THE RAINBOW NOT OVER IT
    STICK TO THE EARTH…..YODEL HEY TO HELLO KITTY PUSH PINS

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  28. multiplemichael

    JOHNNY BOY IS BEWILDERED…….AS IF PLUCKED FROM A BACKSIDE BUSH
    PLUCKED AND DEPOSITED IN A SMALL TOWN IN KENTUCKY
    WHERE PEOPLE RIDE GOATS POWERED BY A LIFE-CHAIN
    ROBOTIC GOATS STOLEN FROM THE FACTORY
    FRESH COLORS AND NEW AGE MUSIC
    AND LOTS OF PERFUME

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    • eatmorewords

      Johnny Boy jack knifed his goat on the highway – blood and fur the time of the month – she embroiders pictures of saints and burns them on the last Sunday of the month – she is unintelligible before noon – she has an Instagram account and posts pictures of her masked husbands / their left shoes / pins / meaningful things that have no meanings

      she once told me a stories of invasions

      I’ve never been to Kentucky, is it like the moon?

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  29. multiplemichael

    KENTUCKY IS BEAUTIFUL AS LONG AS YOU DON’T ROLL DOWN THE WINDOW
    OR OPEN THE DOOR
    ROAD SIGNS WARN OF ANXIETY AND SCHIZOPHRENIA
    POSSIBLE PSYCHOSIS………..FOAMING MOUTHS ARE A DANGER SIGN
    POVERTY IS EVERYWHERE
    INCEST IS THE NORM
    RELIGION IS OUTLAWED BUT DOES EXIST IN DRINK BLEACH MODES
    KENTUCKY IS A “PART-WHOLE STATE”
    LOTS OF PARTS THAT NEVER MAKE A WHOLE

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    • eatmorewords

      I’ve seen Kentucky on a satellite picture
      it’s the shape of a tumour
      a bloated liver
      I hear rumours of chemical imbalance, poetic genocide – they say the goats there are the size of houses and the priests walk on stilts through the streets

      is it true that everyone there has the same name of pictures if her are hung in every dental surgery?

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  30. multiplemichael

    KENTUCKY IS A COMPLEX ENTITY
    CRAZY METAL BUGS FLYING IN SPACE CANNOT TAKE PHOTOS OF IT
    KENTUCKY IS A GROUP OF UNITS THAT DO NOT MAKE A COHERENT WHOLE
    LIKE THE QUESTION:
    you shave your face each morning…why not your butt ?

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  31. multiplemichael

    AS UNSATISFYING AS KENTUCKY IS………..I LOVE IT
    THEY HAVE THIS LARGE CAVE SYSTEM, I FORGET THE NAME
    ANYWAY, WE TOOK FLASHLIGHTS AND ESCAPED OUR TOUR GROUP
    IT TOOK THEM OVER A HOUR TO FIND US
    WERE THEY MAD !!!!!!
    WOW, I MEAN REALLY MAD !!!!!!
    I TOLD THEM IT WAS JUST A LITTLE MISUNDERSTANDING
    PEOPLE WITHOUT TEETH ARE KIND OF SPOOKY IN THE DARK
    I TOLD THEM THAT EARTH WAS JUST A MINIATURE HEAVEN
    THAT THEY LOOKED LIKE THE PEOPLE IN THAT FAMOUS JESUS PAINTING
    ANYWAY, OUR TOUR GROUP WAS LONG GONE
    WE GOT TO JOIN ANOTHER GROUP
    LOTS OF PHILOSOPHICAL PRAYERS
    I HAD MY OWN PERSONAL PARK RANGER
    HE WAS WEARING A NECKLACE OF BRIC-A-BRAC

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    • multiplemichael

      BECAUSE I WAS NERVOUS I WAS SMOKING THESE ITALIAN CIGARETTES
      LIKE A MADMAN
      MY PARK RANGER KEPT TELLING ME I COULDN’T SMOKE
      I AM DEEP UNDERGROUND AND IT IS PITCH BLACK DARK
      WHY CAN’T I SMOKE ?
      OTHER PEOPLE IN THE TOUR GROUP WERE WHIZZING
      WHEN NO ONE WAS LOOKING
      YOU COULD SMELL THE FAKE ORANGE JUICE
      THEY DRANK AT BREAKFAST

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    • eatmorewords

      Emily’s tube were in fact tunnels – long echoing tunnels where people were taken for guided tours – little machines spoke in their ears offering information – some took samples –
      some disappeared into cavities and crevices –
      few planted flags and claimed it as theirs – but geography move these pin points –
      THINGS MOVE
      THINGS FALL APART
      — where I stand was once where your ancestors stood–under feet
      bones
      skeleton skulls –

      all I see is bright lights
      bright lights
      lights
      brights

      It’s all sometimes too much

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      • multiplemichael

        THOSE TUNNELS INSIDE EMILY
        SELF-CONSCIOUS HIKES
        SPONTANEOUS
        RECTAL PRESSURE
        APOCALYPTIC
        RECTAL PRESSURE
        UNSAFE IN SEASON OF FURY
        I WOULD PASS ON THE HIT OR MISS
        EMILY WAS SENTIMENTAL
        SHE CHERISHED HER FIRST FORK
        SHE NAMED IT “STEVE”

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      • multiplemichael

        THE ONLY LITTLE MACHINES THAT SPOKE IN MY EARS
        WERE WHITE GIRLS IN THE BACK OF THE BUS
        ON THE WAY TO THE UNDERGROUND ENTRANCE
        TO THE TUNNELS
        THEY WERE FROM AN ARTIFICIAL FRANCE
        THEY WORE NARCOTIC BRAS
        CHEAP DOLLAR STORE BRAS
        A REAL TURN-OFF
        THE ONLY ANTIDOTE WAS TO TOSS THEM OUT THE BUS WINDOWS
        THIS MADE THE PARK RANGERS BOTH UNHAPPY AND HAPPY
        ( tossed the bras out…. not the girls )

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  32. multiplemichael

    DANG THAT EMILY…………….BUTT BEARDS ???
    twists and turns: humility and grace
    the SERPENT lies hidden there
    three-forked lightening
    urgency and gravity
    adult diaper dignity
    brown
    poetic
    gifts

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  33. multiplemichael

    ALL THAT CONFUSION BETWEEN NAME AND NAMED
    I CRIED TONIGHT WHEN WORDPRESS
    WOULD NOT PERMIT ME TO POST MY COMMENT
    AND ERASED THE COMMENT
    IT WAS A GOOD COMMENT
    I COULD NOT REPEAT IT IF I TRIED
    THINGS COME QUICK
    TYPE TYPE FORGET
    THAT’S THE FACTS
    MAYBE WORDPRESS WAS BUILT ON AN INDIAN BURIAL GROUND
    ARE THEY NATIVE AMERICANS OR NORTH AMERICAN INDIANS ?
    DOES IT MATTER NOW THAT WE FACE THE END OF THE WORLD ?
    OBAMA IS GOING TO REMOVE HIS MASK
    HE WILL BE THE ANTICHRIST
    THE CHINESE ARE UPSET
    THEY DON’T HAVE AN ANTICHRIST
    THEY JUST GOT THOSE WORTHLESS BEARS

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  34. multiplemichael

    I KNOW YOU CONSTANTLY STRIVE FOR THE BETTER
    YOKO SAID THAT IT WAS AN UNATTAINABLE PERFECTION
    THAT SEEMS A LITTLE HARD EDGE
    FOR AN EGG
    THAT WAS THE SHAPE
    AGITATED THOUGHTS IN SOLITUDE
    YOUR EMBRYO WIFE OUTSIDE THE DOOR
    “I GOT A NEW RIDDLE FOR YOU, JOHNNY”
    YOU KNEW THERE WAS NO NEW RIDDLE
    YOU HAD SOLVED HER RIDDLE
    THE PICTURES OF THE PAST ARE THAT : THE PAST
    PRECIOUS TO HER……….JUST PHOTOS OF ODD DUCKS
    REMINISCENCES POISON ARTISTIC DRIVE
    LORD KNOWS YOU WANT TO BE A WANDERER
    A SCREAMING GYPSY GUIDING LIGHT OUT OF THE SHADOWS
    YOUR PENCIL BUILDINGS ON FOUNDATIONS OF JELLO
    YOUR BUTT CRACK HAS TAKEN ON A COMICAL PERSONAGE
    YOU HAVE DENOUNCED FAST FOOD SLAVERY
    AND BARBAROUS WORDPRESS POETS
    PEOPLE ON THE LOWER RUNGS OF LANGUAGE
    I “LIKED” YOUR PHOTO OF THE PANDA BEING THROWN FROM THE AIRPLANE

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    • eatmorewords

      pandas are not bears they are spies in furry suits –
      they come in pairs like debt collectors –
      like star crossed lovers
      lets be honest,
      they serve no purpose

      if you saw one in the street you’d just walk by, wouldn’t doth your hat or wish him a good day

      this is true

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  35. multiplemichael

    LIST OF THINGS: LIST OF THINGS: LIST OF THINGS:
    A POCKET OF DUNG
    A VITAL INGREDIENT MISSING
    DEXTERITY DOWN THERE
    STICKY DOUGH
    PEELING CHEST POTATOES
    PERSONAL SILENCE
    DIAGRAMS CHARTS GRAPHS
    POET- LAWYERS
    SENSUAL SUBLIMATION
    MOTIONLESS SEX
    SELF-INDULGENT LOVE
    ELABORATE INTERPRETATION

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      talking totem pole,smooth
      clean and sober
      head of commerce
      deleted posts
      sexless adults
      bulbous fast friction
      mountain apex, sharp
      the difference in geography
      dependent on height and the distance
      between A and B
      as the crow flies, razor straight
      diamond sharpe, cut glass jaw
      can we trust each other? she whispered touching

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      • multiplemichael

        PRISONERS IN THE SHOEBOX… PRISONERS HUNGERING FOR FREEDOM
        LIFE BEHIND BARS IS FULL OF EXPLOITS… SHARP EDGE ADVENTURES
        LIFE INSIDE THE GYPSY CAMP… WILD FOLK ON FIRE… REAL WOMEN
        HOT-TEMPERED MOMMA WITH UNIFORM… WITHOUT UNIFORM
        …………….IF YOKO HAD A SISTER WHAT WOULD SHE BE LIKE ?
        WOULD SHE PICKLE MUSHROOMS ? SMOKE BROWN CIGARETTES ?
        RIDE HORSEBACK ON HOT DAYS…. PEE STANDING UP
        TONGUE PEOPLE ON THE LOWER RUNGS
        BE CRUEL TO BABY DUCKS
        HAVE A BARBAROUS ATTITUDE
        LIVE WITH A MISERABLE MAN
        DRINK WARM 7-UP
        …………….IF YOKO HAD A SISTER WHAT WOULD SHE LOOK LIKE ?
        LIKE JOAN RIVERS WITH A HEADCOLD…………..WITH PINK-EYE
        BOURGEOIS-FASHION WITH FAKE GEMS…..GLASS DIAMONDS
        WIDE HIPS…..NO HIPS……….PUFFY LIPS……..NO LIPS
        CHEST HAIR LIKE SHAKESPEARE… PERSONIFIED AND PUBIC
        WEDDING NIGHT JITTERS EVERY NIGHT…NIGHTCAPS ALONE
        LANGUID BEAUTY…RIDICULOUS NOSE HAIRS LIKE CORN SILK
        ………….WOULD SHE WRITE LETTERS TO PANDAS IN PRIVATE SCHOOLS ?
        SEND PORTAL PHOTOS TO KODIAKS ?

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      • multiplemichael

        BABY-TALK AND NURSERY RHYMES
        LEG BONE WHITTLE
        CAN YOU MEASURE TIME ?
        AUTO-CRITIQUE YOURSELF ?
        VOYEURISM
        PAST IDENTITY
        SEX WITH MUSICAL THEMES
        ROOFTOP SEX
        UNMASKING AND SELF-IDENTITY
        NARRATIVE VOICE-OVERS ON THE HONEYMOON VIDEO
        REPETITIVE IN-AND-OUT
        THE SEARCH GOES NOWHERE
        ————————————————————–
        ————————————————————–
        an automaton with a slit for narcissism
        she was at best, uncanny
        meanings given
        exhaustive

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  36. multiplemichael

    after YOKO gave birth to Sean she had him placed in a zoo
    so he could be raised with baby pandas
    it was an act of innocence but seems criminal
    with warehouses of cash-money you can do about anything
    poor Sean gets nervous around black and white
    he fainted when he saw his first zebra
    absurd in the face of absurdity
    ………………………………………………………………………………………..
    at home YOKO sits in the dark with 200 Chinese Jars
    no one knows what is in the jars
    old Beatle dust ?
    poor YOKO suffers from guilt
    it wasn’t sin that destroyed Eden and Paradise
    it was the creation of WOMAN
    without her, The Beatle King
    may have been able to recover
    a part of that innocence

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    • eatmorewords

      Sean got scared when he listened to Sly and the Family Stone –
      all that black and white –
      he stared so long till it all became gray – the panda becoming an elephant – the elephant represented all manner of evil – the zoo keeper made copious notes and invited the documentary team in – secret cameras everywhere

      the comments she left hit a nerve

      the jars contain trinkets, skin, formaldehyde faces, the one on the left contains traces of guilt – the Beatle King made flesh – but what about Ringo? Where was he in all of this…

      in Florida do they smoke the ashes of the dead?
      Do the castrated men have to wear badges?
      Do children scream the night open?

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  37. multiplemichael

    I WAS AFRAID OF SLY AND THE FAMILY STONE ALSO
    THEY WERE LIKE SEXUAL INSTRUMENTS IN A PRISON MARCHING BAND
    DESPERATE URGENCY WITH A CALLOUS FUNK
    PEOPLE OFTEN FELT THAT ABOUT JOAN
    ON THE RED CARPET
    PRICKLY IRRITATIONS
    “OH JOAN, YOU HAVE THE HEAD OF A BUG”
    THE SOCIAL COST OF THE TRUTH WOULD BE TOO EXTREME
    THE FIRST RULE OF LIFE IS LIE, LIE, LIE, LIE !!!
    THE TRUTH HAS BEEN ABANDONED FOR A GOOD NUMBER OF YEARS
    IT HAS BEEN TAKEN FROM THE MODERN DICTIONARY

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  38. multiplemichael

    ……………………………..comment 100……………………………………………………..
    a thing unthinkable
    A THING UNTHINKABLE
    a thing unthinkable
    …………………………………………………………………………………..
    freedom outside law
    freedom outside any deity
    then everything becomes spit in a Dixie cup
    because age matters
    because color matters
    because weight matters
    because………. because………… because……………
    the course of all things…..external circumstances
    the grossest impiety
    a rotten lung
    adult diapers
    apocalyptic diarrhea
    ……………can you trust people with only four fingers on each hand ?
    gossip around the clock
    Joan has been squeezed out of the television tube
    intertwined in a garland and tossed from a speeding vehicle
    some say that poor Joan sleeps on the side of the road
    a hopeless tangle of vanity and self-interest
    CAN YOU SPARE A FACE ?

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  39. multiplemichael

    LISTEN UP JOHNNY BOY OF MAN-MADE SHAPES
    RECTANGLES, CUBES, SPHERES, CONES
    THE GARDEN OF EDEN HAS BECOME ARCHITECTURE
    AT ITS BEST TRYING TO SERVE FROM WHICH IT STRAYED
    I KNOW YOU LOOK AT NAKED PICTURES OF LANDSCAPE
    ( PRIVATELY, I KNOW YOU GO FOR YOUNG MAN-MADE LANDSCAPE )
    ANYTHING WITH SUPER BLACK VOLCANIC ROCK IS HOT……RIGHT ?
    EMPLOYEES AT THE CUTLERY STILL GOSSIP ABOUT YOU
    INSTEAD OF WORKING OR STEALING
    YOU WERE CONSTANTLY THINKING
    ABOUT THE MOVEMENT OF THE SUN AND MOON
    WHEN PEOPLE ASKED YOU WHAT WAS GOING ON
    YOU WOULD REPLY, “THE DISTRIBUTION OF LIGHT”

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    • eatmorewords

      a telegram from the Queen – a hologram beamed onto the moon -a century of comments congratulations
      knife cuts through cake
      candles burn
      infernos celebrations
      and who would have thought?

      she has spare faces – just shake her gently by the throat – they will tumble from the folds and crevices – enough faces to furnish a masquerade ball –

      Garden of Eden (not the organic vegetarian supermarket) has been concreted over to make way for a Wal-Mart – plastic vegetation and firearms – it’s an amalgamation of geometric shapes and Brutalist architecture – the ripped up blueprints have been stuffed in the mouths of retired plastic surgeons – they all blame Joan – her of the multiple faces – the taut skin –

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  40. multiplemichael

    you want to talk some taut skin
    the young Johnny Boy locked in the bathroom
    rounding off infinite fractions
    geometric principles forced into erect arithmetical shape
    trying to obtain a continuous sequence without too much noise
    raindrops on the roof…………raindrops on the roof

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  41. multiplemichael

    the plastic surgeon promised her a whirlpool of amusement
    armpit vagina, that’s where it is at
    men love it……..super tight
    women love it…………no birth control needed
    no monthly concerns
    a little lube and you’re ready to go
    …….one slight problem, don’t teach it to make animal noises
    …….don’t touch it in public
    …….best to wear a maiden cover in public

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    • eatmorewords

      in the beginning the crest of the deluge
      waves and tears drowned the ants they tried to civilise the satanists
      they tried

      the plastic surgeons emerged from foliage
      scalpels cutting a path to the light

      they set up practices next to butchers and cut the skin of a million bored ugly people

      Joan was a role model a poster girl a crash test dummy dressed in furs hair like a thatched cottage roof

      boredom lead to innovations
      lead to the whirlpool amusement of the under arm vagina…people now died with smiles on their stretched skin faces

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      • multiplemichael

        EACH DAY THE CURTAIN FALLS
        CERTIFICATES OF LAUGHTER SIGNED
        ONE CAN HEAR THE DRUMS AT NIGHT
        POWERFULLY EERIE…THE ELUSIVENESS OF IDENTITY
        THE TIMELESS WORLD OF NO CLOCKS
        YOU WALK BAREFOOT WITH YOUR SMARTPHONE
        ENDLESS BROKEN GLASS ON THE PATH OF BEING CHEATED
        NO LONGER BLACK OR WHITE BUT GRAY INSIDE AND OUT

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      • eatmorewords

        I saw this and knew the certificate of laughter had been scorched –
        bus moving snail like –
        outside a blind mans guide dog has taken a shit and with plastic bag on hand he tries to pick it up –
        no one helps him –
        there is shit on the floor –
        from the chair in front the waft of weed- drifts floats
        the blind man gives up –
        the bus isn’t moving –

        that’s when it turned grey outside –
        but inside it was crimson –
        the belly of a whale –

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      • eatmorewords

        Sean and Julian –
        the story of the man in the iron mask – faces swapped thanks to Joan’s people – surgery was undertaken –
        under a city moon

        medieval devices make you fear the end – dark times gone

        dark times ahead

        remember the time when they feared the light –
        your cigarette lighter made you a god – they loved the way you held it, like it was a part of you –
        the metal machine
        personified everything
        flames in your hand

        she thought she knew everything but she didn’t even know my blood type

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      • multiplemichael

        poetry comes much easier
        if you wipe poop on your forehead
        you cannot resist the pulls of the body
        you can resist the push but it ends in a mess
        push is excremental
        pull is sexual

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      • multiplemichael

        THROUGH THE VEINS……THE SAP OF MATHEMATICS
        how can you make music with push pins and white cotton string ?
        DAILY LIFE: LIKE A BEETLE IN A SHOE BOX
        YOU SCARE ME WITH YOUR YARDSTICK
        POET STUCK IN OPPOSITE METHOD
        STOP THE INFINITE FRACTIONS OF ALEBRAIC RATIOS
        PERISHABLE CONCEPTUAL THINKING ?
        priceless valentine from A. B. Novikoff

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      • eatmorewords

        I went to another country yesterday –
        they had never heard of you or seen the photos –
        the gravediggers were on strike – bodies in the streets –
        unfamiliar ratios
        strange currency
        beetles in shoeboxes rattle in the dark – under beds with the monsters

        this is no time to look back at yesterday –
        I was in a different country then
        strange language of the new maths

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  42. multiplemichael

    A DOMESTIC PROSTITUTE ON THE NEXT PILLOW
    CUTS AND PADDING AND POSSIBLY A MISSED STITCH
    FROZEN AS NOT TO INJURE THE HAPPINESS OF OTHERS
    COMIC TOUCHES… A SORT OF SELF-CONSCIOUS CONTRIVANCE
    MY LITTLE LIFE DREADFULLY BUNGLED

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  43. multiplemichael

    FICTIONAL CHARACTERS MADE ENTIRELY OF LETTERS
    WILL THEY BE JUDGED ON JUDGMENT DAY ?
    YOU HAVE UNCOVERED THE BEAST INSIDE YOU
    YOU CHOOSE NOT TO SAVE BUT RATHER TO EXCUSE
    MENTALLY YOU TRANSCEND MORAL CONVENTIONS
    YOUR TAXI OF EXPERIMENT IS DRIVEN BY A DEMON
    YOUR TAXI OF EXPERIMENT IS DRIVEN BY A DEMON

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  44. multiplemichael

    YOUR TAXI DRIVEN BY A DEMON IS CLOSE TO BLASPHEMY
    THE YELLOW LINES ARE AN INTEGRAL PART OF THE DANGER
    POETRY IS WRITTEN ON THE LINES OR NEAR THE LINES
    A SENSE AND VALUE OF THINGS TO BE TRANSLATED
    THE TAXI DRIVER THINKS HE UNDERSTANDS THE FLOW
    HE KNOWS NOT THE THEATRE OF THE LIVING
    LIFE IS A SHADOW THAT LENGTHENS IN ARTIFICIALITY

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  45. multiplemichael

    covered in the mud of crime
    mister math mister johnny boy
    the mechanical philosophy
    self-conscious of numbers
    everything is cerebral
    illegitimate among the legitimate
    rust painted over and over
    a lawful world full of holes
    you cannot hide from numbers

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  46. multiplemichael

    PAINT IS TOO EXPENSIVE IN KENTUCKY
    THE RUST DOES NOT GET PAINTED OVER
    WORDS ARE CHEAP
    PEOPLE SAY WHAT THEY WILL
    SADO-MASOCHISTIC ( PRIVATE HOLLYWOOD )
    FLAMES FROM THE EYES
    PSYCHODRAMA SUPREME
    YOU WANT TO SAY FAREWELL
    BUT THE DEMONS STAY
    YOU ARE THEIR NEW BLOWN BUD
    THEY HAVE FANCY UNDERPANTS FOR YOU
    SMALL……REALLY SMALL UNDERPANTS
    YOU ARE THINKING RECONCILIATION

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  47. multiplemichael

    THE GATHERING OF PUS IN AN INFECTED WOUND
    “I TRIED TO PAINT OVER IT BUT THE PUS JUST KEEPS COMING BACK
    I’VE ALWAYS BEEN SUPER WHITE BUT NOW I SEEM TO BE PALING TO INVISIBILITY
    MY LIFE IS UPSIDE-DOWN PANDEMONIUM
    I FIND MYSELF LIVING AT THE THEATRE
    I CAN’T LEAVE AND GO HOME
    I WANT MY GINGERSNAPS AND EXPENSIVE PILLOW”

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    • eatmorewords

      disingenuous views on theatre – up close and personal – you see the sweat the creases around mouths so close you can hear a stomach gurgle – disingenuous opinions just to protect her – some forgetful time – REMEMBER WHY YOUR HERE – text the foot prints back – cookie crumbs paths stalked by wolves – her hair is a fucking tangled mess where there is no beginning and no end

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      • eatmorewords

        anal marauder was his wrestling alias – he got sweaty in spandex and didn’t consider his activities – (rolling around with sweaty men) -as gay – using fat Chinese noodles as bondage restraints a- the bleeding pain – the pain/pleasure dynamic – the peasant wolves eat any meat

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      • multiplemichael

        minutes before you go into the ring with the “Anal Marauder”
        the thought that he may place his brick in your wall
        that immediacy of pain / pleasure
        the flowering of: it hurts so bad…it feels so good
        his sweat like the drool of a Catholic Priest
        his “INSEEING” of your backdoor
        run away…run real fast

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      • multiplemichael

        TYBALT GIVES MERCUTIO THE FINGER
        WEDDING NIGHT VOCABULARY
        FORNICATING WORDS
        VULVA ESCAPADES
        UNFURLING TENT FLAPS
        LOVE GONE WRONG—LOVE GONE SOUTH
        CONSTRAINTS AND THEN THE SLOW PUSH IN
        MUSCULAR TRAFFIC
        MOVE OVER WORMS
        IT HAS NO PITY

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      • multiplemichael

        WORDS ARE CHAINED CAPTIVES IN POETRY
        YOU ARE BUSY HANGING CURTAINS
        PSYCHOLOGICALLY APPROPRIATE
        I can hear you guessing at the consequences
        YOUR FEET ON AN UNCERTAIN GROUND
        ———————LINOLEUM————————

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  48. multiplemichael

    HIDDEN UNDERPANTS
    ONE LEARNS FROM WATCHING
    IMPRISONMENT MAKES FOR THE EXPERIENCED HUSBAND
    IS IT SEDUCTION THEN FLIP
    OR FLIP AND THEN SEDUCTION
    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????
    DRAGGING THE LAKE MEANS MULTIPLE DEATH
    THE UNION OF ORGANS AND THEN THE WARNING
    WANNA TAKE EVERYONE FROM YOUR PAST OUT FOR A LITTLE DIP ?

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  49. multiplemichael

    ————————-METAPHYSICAL BONDAGE———————————-
    HINTS OF THE MICK JAGGER DEBT
    CERTIFIED, SOLD, PAID FOR
    FREE ONLY TO DIE
    TO CRAWL INTO THE BURNING LAKE
    you know I speak the truth because your mother cried into the soup to give it flavor

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    • eatmorewords

      held hostage by the words
      metaphysical in places the meanings change like light through a prism – dark side of the mind – no shadows cast – jism in jism out
      one two three four
      kick that fucker out the door

      we are out of fruit
      damaged goods wormed through by insects lack of vitamins now legged cowboy a stance

      indexing footnotes she eagerly searched the appendixs for mentions of her name four letters repeated in the same pattern

      her dad never prepared her for the future

      WordPress needs a facelift
      someone call Joan

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      • multiplemichael

        YOU SAY THAT WE ARE OUT OF FRUIT
        DOES FRUIT HAVE GENDER ?
        A CIRCLE OF VIRGINAL GUARDIANS AROUND THE FRUIT
        DOLLAR STORE PUSH PINS HOLDING LEAVES OF DECENCY
        SO LITTLE SYMPATHY FOR POETIC ATTEMPT
        CAN WOMEN FRUIT BE TOLERATED ?
        A THOUSAND QUESTIONS ABOUT MODESTY AND HUMILITY
        MAPPING OUT IS A JOHNNY BOY HOLIDAY
        763 EMPTY BOXES OF POETIC PRECURSORS
        ON HIS METAPHORICAL WRESTLING BED

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      • multiplemichael

        you were talking in your sleep
        about running tests to reveal
        any microbial activity
        even in the dark
        one could see
        the pendulum swing
        you said that
        it was a harmless hobby
        it was a harmless joy
        happy outside society
        happy to be outside
        your pajamas

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  50. multiplemichael

    SALTY TEAR FLAVORED SOUP IN NO-MAN’S LAND
    IMITATION VARIATION……IMITATION FANTASY
    ASSIGNED GENDER ROLES…….FRUIT ON THE LEFT
    ———————MEAT ON THE RIGHT———————–
    ALL FEMALES ARE TO BE BORN IN DISGUISE
    LIPS AND DONGS AND FOOLISH PRIDE
    EMILY THE BARREN DAUGHTER
    THE WOMAN POET IN BIBLE TIMES
    WITH MY LOVE, EMILY……..I WILL MOISTEN YOU

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  51. multiplemichael

    MY DEAR EMILY I WILL LICK YOU FREE
    FROM THE MASQUERADE
    FREE FROM THE MASK
    YOU WILL NOT HAVE TO PERFORM
    YOUR SADO-MASOCHISTIC PERFUME
    YOUR HOMOSEXUAL PLUG
    FORGET THE CIRCUS ACTS
    THE THEATRICAL SPECTACLES
    AVOID THE CIRCLE OF MURDER
    SIT IN YOUR LITTLE ROOM
    AND COLOR YOUR UNDERWEAR

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    • multiplemichael

      the military are picking up a strange sound
      on the bottom of the ocean
      a “secret sound”
      the sunken bell tolls
      they want to know if it is the one
      you stole from the Curie home
      toward life and law young man

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      • eatmorewords

        sonic sonar sound rebounds from the ribs of broken busted
        rusted boats – submerged skeletons – vessels with never delivered cargo
        -decrepit trawlers
        – cartoon fish bones scattered on the sandy seabed –

        the military know we’ve spent more time exploring space than the seas – they heard rumours of the Curie bell – it’s radioactive powers – but we know they won’t find it under the sea –

        we know

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  52. multiplemichael

    SONIC SONAR SOUND IN MY HEART
    I THOUGHT I WAS LIVING THE TRUTH
    I AM ONLY HOLLOW TRANSPORTATION
    MY EMOTIONS ARE MY CARGO
    BROKEN RIBS AND TUMORS AND ROAD MAPS
    I AM A COMMUNITY
    MY FUNDS LIKE DIALOGUE
    NO PITY, UNDERSTANDING, FORGIVENESS
    GHOSTS LIKE SHED SKIN
    HARROWING MEMORIES
    PHYSICAL SILVER STABS
    PHYSICAL STABS IN THE HEAT
    PHOTOGRAPHS OF MEAT
    CAN YOU PICK OUT THE CRIMINAL ?

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  53. multiplemichael

    MACHINE MADE WORDS PROVIDE PAINFUL EXCURSIONS
    OVERLOADED WITH A DISTINCTLY URINOUS OR FAECAL ODOR
    ANTHROPOLOGISTS SUGGEST WE SAVE OUR FAECES
    THAT MAY ENCOURAGE A LOVING SMILE
    SECRETS ALONG THE ROAD
    NOT A BROTHER BUT A SHARER

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    • eatmorewords

      (Extract from the Leviathan brochure 2011)…

      the super strength silver steel spoon supplied by Leviathan Cutlery is ideal for spooning mud at the angry delta. The spoon is aerodynamic ad will fit any hand. For an extra $25 we’ll engrave the spoon with Joan Rivers 14th face.

      Not for sale to clumsy people.

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      • multiplemichael

        SPOONING MUD AT THE ANGRY DELTA
        ANOTHER QUESTION THAT DOES NOT PROVOKE
        AN ANSWER
        CURIOUS ANTICIPATION
        POETS PASS BY BOXES OF MACHINE MADE WORDS
        THEY HUNGER FOR THE LANGUAGE OF CHILDREN
        MACHINE MADE WORDS ARE TOO SOPHISTICATED
        LITTLE GIRL POETS RUN AND HIDE
        LITTLE BOY POETS GAZE AND DROOL
        EVERYONE PRAYS FOR A CLEAN WINDOW
        TO OVERCOME OUR INABILITY TO PENETRATE
        THE MEANING OF MENTAL AND PHYSICAL REALITY
        TO READ AND SPEAK OF OUR DAILY ENCOUNTERS
        TO GRASP TIGHTLY OUR SILVER STEEL SPOON

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      • eatmorewords

        The sentences run like tributaries across the page – flowing into your eyes (her face has a lovely view) – she left a trail of full stops –
        a night of dogs barking at sirens –
        stars lose their lustre at the delta –
        cry me a bayou she sang,
        cold and unconvincing, like touching frozen steel,
        a cold knife,
        we held hands but drifted slowly part like ice bergs

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      • multiplemichael

        I CANNOT DOUBT THE TROUBLE SHE MAKES
        NAKED: ANTHROPOLOGICAL RAW MATERIAL
        MAKING HERSELF DESIRED…FEEDING TROUBLED CURIOSITY
        I MEAN…SHE IS HOLLOW AND PARTS PETRIFIED
        MECHANICAL LUNGS AND FEATHERS
        AND DON’T FORGET 800 MILLION (AMERICAN)
        SHE IS A CRIME ALREADY CONSTRUCTED
        VARIOUS INTERNAL AND EXTERNAL TISSUES
        AN ANCIENT PALE PINK SPONGE DOWN THERE
        A DEMON YOU MAY NOT WANT TO GIVE YOURSELF TO
        THESE ARE MODERN TIMES AND THAT THING IS MEDIEVAL

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      • multiplemichael

        any identification with the readers ?
        non-believers in the corner crying
        the surrender to something other than ourselves
        real self-forgiveness not the dollar store kind
        stretching the imagination—escape comes to mind
        struggling in the wilderness
        a fugitive, a vagabond, a soul of disobedience
        you eat from the angel’s hand
        startling imagery—I beg you to write it down
        the medium of words—the embrace of thought
        the bright colors of Emily Dickinson’s ape butt
        alarmed at her behavior her desire to be mounted
        the proportion of her root-hole
        you with your Johnny Boy scientific speculation
        you wanted to measure it and add that figure to your Man from Uncle Tally
        to smell the discharge and write awkward poetry about it
        to lube up a fist and set off all the alarms

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      • eatmorewords

        words lost in the push and pull, mutilated in translation,
        cut up and spliced together,
        the poets attempt to create a new language of simile,
        discarded letters float to the top of the lake, suture them all together

        businesses try to sponsor letters, corporate battles to own the vowels,
        tolls collected on words over 4 letters, impoverished people speak in caveman ughs

        I try to write it all down to
        capture it
        butterflies in nets
        fish on hooks

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      • multiplemichael

        variety and multiplicity
        as opposed to sinking into the grave
        full circumference makes your brain spin
        you want to do something with push pins and string
        to flash your mirror and communicate with jets
        to point north like a human compass
        to have merry dancers in your underpants

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  54. multiplemichael

    THE TENSION OF PAIRINGS:
    MACHINE MADE WORDS
    UNDER PHOTOGRAPHS OF MEAT
    YOKO SAID THAT WE COULD NEVER HOLD HANDS
    IT MIGHT CAUSE AUTOMOBILE WRECKS
    OR APOCALYPTIC EVIL
    (copyright: interpretive rendering of hand holding: YOKO 2013)

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    • multiplemichael

      EYES DOWN EVERYONE
      SATAN SPITS GUNSHOTS
      DEFORMED HANDS
      WITH INSECT HOLES
      EXPERIMENTAL
      SHADOWS CAST
      A SURVIVOR OF POETRY
      THREE POUNDS WITH FEATHERS
      YOKO WITHDREW FROM HER MOMMA
      IN A SPIRITUAL SENSE A DEAD TREE
      EXTRAORDINARY BUT PALE
      DRUMS AT NIGHT….PRIMITIVE CULTUS
      TRANSFORMATION FORMULAS
      WRITTEN ON HER HAND
      SHE IS YOUR BANQUET
      YOUR LADY EVE

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  55. multiplemichael

    PLEASE DON’T MENTION THE STRAITJACKET
    RELIGIOUS CONVICTIONS CAN LEAD TO BLOWS
    MASCULINE SYMPATHY… PROVING ONESELF A MAN
    THE SEXUAL EMBRACE OF THE STRAITJACKET
    POSSIBLY BORN INCOMPLETE
    A PREDATORY ANIMAL
    INSINUATIONS
    I TRIED TO RUN AWAY
    AFRAID OF THE DISEASE
    THE PRESSURE-GAUGE SWEATING
    FALLING AGAIN AND AGAIN… TREACHEROUS KISS
    SPITTING LAP LIPS…INFLAMMATORY
    A SERVANT OF SKIN ?
    INSTRUMENTS OF THOUGHT
    SPECTATORS AFRAID TO MENTION THE STRAITJACKET
    SURVIVAL STABS RELIGIOUS CONVICTIONS IN THE BACK
    MASCULINE HOSTILITY …EXAGGERATED MISOGYNY
    GOD CUT SO DEEP…TO CONQUER THE CALAMITY

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  56. multiplemichael

    WOULD YOU PICK UP A DISGRACE FOR ME ?
    POSSIBLY A NEW STRAITJACKET
    WANNA LOOK GOOD FOR PUBLIC RIDICULE
    NO NEED TO MENTION THE INTERROGATIONS
    ALL THOSE QUESTIONS ABOUT THE CURIE HOUSE
    I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT IMPENETRABLE PODS
    OR APPLIED OPTICS FOR NUCLEAR WEAPONS
    I DID DATE THE DAUGHTER OF THE VEIL
    SHE WAS VERY TIGHT LIKE A DUCK

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  57. multiplemichael

    a photograph is an eternal moment
    a 100 years from now your youthful portrait
    will still be youthful in the throne room
    your weird clarity of mind however
    is another story
    you’ll be daydreaming of finding a thousand dollars
    but settle for 25 cents under the soda machine
    beware chance, accident, happenstance
    where will your dance take you ?
    England may ship their senior citizens to Kentucky
    no matter how ridiculous you may think
    just don’t take off your mask

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    • eatmorewords

      I used to sleeping a foetal position but now I lay prone arms crossed over my chest – I am my own corpse with question marks above my head – occasionally I hold my meat
      – it’s flaccid
      i dream of limp meat
      drums dopplering past disappearing faint into the distance over the hills –

      only angles or black men play trumpets

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      • multiplemichael

        I KNOW LITTLE OF LIMP MEAT BEING OUTWARD-STEELED
        EARLIER FLASHING EXPLOITS COME TO MIND
        YOU TRANSFERRED YOUR VOCABULARY FROM THE CURIE HOUSE
        YOUR PRIVATE SPACE LOADED WITH POLONIUM
        I’VE HEARD PEOPLE CALL YOU GAMMA RAY JUNIOR
        PLEASE DON’T CONFUSE TRUMPETS WITH TRIUMPHS
        I KNOW YOU HAVE A LOUD HAND AND A SILENT HAND
        THEY OFTEN WAVE TO ONE ANOTHER
        JOHNNY HOT SPOT JOHNNY COLD SPOT
        WHEN IT COMES TO UNSTABLE NUCLEUS BASED POETRY
        DOWNY WINGS AND DEVILISH PRIDE ARE IMPORTANT
        PURE AMONG THE PURE DEAR BOY
        FEET NO LONGER TOUCH THE GROUND
        OUR INNER WARRIORS ARE BLOOD RELATED

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      • multiplemichael

        GAMMA RAY PARKER UNDER THE RIVETS AND HASPS
        HAD A BROTHER NAMED “OPELTON”
        THANK GOD THAT IS NOT MY NAME
        GAMMA RAY ROBINSON WAS A TAP DANCER
        UNTIL SOMEONE DISCOVERED HE WAS SPELLING
        OBSCENE WORDS IN MORSE CODE

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      • eatmorewords

        Gamma Ray Parker was the father of Colonel Tom Parker – Elvis’ jailer – his shadow – the fat svengali who taught Elvis gyrating hip morse code –
        in Vegas he grinded his hips and in Russia they decoded the messages and movement armaments westwards
        – the Colonel showed him the quiff – – the use of grease – he collected the hearts he broke and in down time he tried to glue them together –
        – Yoko saw the come back special the leather jacket the hair and was torn – the Beatle king or the pelvis?
        – Colonel Tom sweated like a moms son which effected his circuitry

        he saw no future in rock n roll

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      • multiplemichael

        SO STRANGE TO THINK THAT MEAT IS BLIND
        somewhere something mourns the loss of flesh
        PAIN AND GRIEF FOLLOWS A LOSS OF MEAT
        ALTHOUGH NAMED AGAIN AND AGAIN IN THE MARKET
        THE ATTACHED IMAGE OF A NAME IS UNNERVING
        ONE DAY WILL I BE ON YOUR PLATE ?

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      • multiplemichael

        obsessed with the more sordid aspects of life
        splits in the poet’s nature
        multiple projections of these splits
        a touch of self-hatred
        inherent vulgarity
        nobility without a nerve or a brain
        yellow pillow cases of artificiality
        motivated by meat
        happy people never go to parties
        relatives who live in cowsheds
        torrents of abuse
        refusing to date local mongrels
        slavish servility
        materialism: external appearances
        unscrupulous impulses
        lip service to God
        animal acts in the bedroom
        childhood conditioning
        senior citizens rolling in dirt
        outhouse salad
        white stockings on a nurse
        conflicting views of the sexual act
        fingering a lower-class trollop
        excessive meat prejudices
        lie, cheat, steal to advance
        profound spiritual crisis
        ladders of degradation
        derelict marriage
        golden pubic nest
        globs on a handkerchief
        Baptist meat
        electrical genital apparatus
        rectal torment
        allegorical names
        chronological time
        the curie house
        THOUGHTS AT 8:30am
        10/25/2013
        FLORIDA

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      • multiplemichael

        MEAT CAN PLAY A MUCH MORE CENTRAL ROLE
        POSSIBLY MORE SYMPATHETIC
        MEAT WITH A MATERNAL QUALITY
        MEAT THAT YOU CALL “MOMMY”
        TENDERNESS…..WARMTH
        YOU CAN BECOME THE SUPERHUMAN SON
        YOU CAN HIDE THE FACT THAT YOU WOULD LIKE SOMEONE
        TO SQUEEZE THE FLUID OUT OF YOU
        PUT IT IN A DARK PLACE BESIDE VANITIES AND GUILT
        YOU CAN MAKE IT YOUR SOURCE OF INSPIRATION
        (the sound of oral soup in the jail cell)

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      • eatmorewords

        whenever she walked through metal detectors they went off – her algebra was strong – the story she carried in her head was always eight foot from completion – the big knuckle on the hermaphrodite hand – the assembly line monotony the prong of the forks – we try to write about something other than what we could see
        – strung words together like stitched pieces of cloth
        – pensioners relocated to factories in Kentucky to make the words the Gideon’s pimp

        I am not the same person she knew

        we stored the residue in jars and hoped
        and hoped something would happen

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      • multiplemichael

        ALL HE WANTED TO DO WAS WARM HIS ORGAN IN THE FLAMES
        “DARLING, HAVE I DISAPPOINTED YOU ?”
        SHE SAID, “YOU CHAIN ME UP FOR FEAR OF INJURY”
        EXCESSIVE SENSITIVITY
        SWEET COLORINGS
        INVISIBLE AGENTS
        DOWNTHERE YOU PRESS YOUR THORN
        SUCH AN ODDITY WITH EXCESS NECK

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    • multiplemichael

      ENGLISH SENIOR CITIZENS IN KENTUCKY
      THEIR TORTURE WILL VARY
      EACH BEARING A CROSS
      REPEATING THE WORDS
      TO “A CANDLE IN THE WIND”
      DAY AFTER DAY
      THE INCREASED WEIGHT OF GRIEF
      WILL PRESS THEM INTO THE GROUND
      UNTIL THEY THEMSELVES ARE THEIR COFFINS

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  58. multiplemichael

    ANYTHING COMING FROM THE OUTSIDE WOULD DESTROY ITS SACREDNESS
    heavy steps in boots made of lead…treading through the Curie House
    nervous laughter of the mind facing the worst
    struggles straight from Genesis
    go around the corner and you may be safe

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    • eatmorewords

      This can all be fixed
      this can all be replaced
      for a price,
      a bigger hole?
      If rigidity is a problem we have implants – we have extra skin, spare meat, we can fix the seam

      it will gleam shiny and new

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      • multiplemichael

        SELF-CONSTRICTION….I SQUEEZED MYSELF OUT
        RESTLESS AND DANGEROUS
        BRIDLE YOUR TONGUE
        A POET CAN ONLY BE MEASURED BY HIS CENSORSHIP
        the drum beats at night—the world of bones and other skeletal residue
        each native holds a map to the cavernous abyss
        recollections of past agony
        receivers of poetry
        each with a hand to hold
        each soft hand sufficient

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      • multiplemichael

        receivers of poetry—minimizing and maximizing
        each with a hand to hold—slide and ooze
        soft hissing from the parted coral pink lips
        try not to lose your footing
        reluctance, then uncontrollable trembling

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      • multiplemichael

        ARE YOU COMPLETE JOHNNY BOY ?
        SO EASY FOR YOU TO LOSE YOURSELF/FIND YOURSELF
        SECRETLY WANTING TO MEASURE CREATIVE POTENTIAL
        YOU YIELDED TO ALL THOSE BOOKS
        AGE DRIVES YOU TO ALTERNATE READING
        EVERYONE SMELLS YOUR KANGAROO
        AMBIGUITIES BEYOND THE LIMITING CIRCLE
        THE FLESH SYMBOLS FOR PARENTS
        THE CIRCUS TENT BROTHER ATTEMPTED
        SUPERIMPOSED ON A PULPY ORANGE NECK
        EXALTING SOVEREIGNTY
        GO AWAY BROTHER
        STARTLING ALIEN
        ANOTHER DAY PERHAPS

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      • multiplemichael

        TAKE OFF THE SPACE SHIP FABRIC
        NO MORE ANDROGYNOUS
        RETURN TO THE LAND OF THE DESEXUALIZED
        FAILURES MUST BE DISTINGUISHED FROM SUCCESSES
        THERE IS NO COMPROMISE IN CIVILIZED CONSTRAINT
        COUNTLESS INVISIBLE SEAMS
        SHIFTS AND TRANSITIONS
        CONFLICTING SIGNALS
        IN THE AUDIO-VISUAL WORLD
        WORDS ARE NO LONGER IMPORTANT

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      • multiplemichael

        the symbolic currency of a new alphabet
        would only ignite a new urban capitalism
        another new library
        suspended eggs over the frying pan
        I vote for hot coffee and the burning end of an Italian cigarette
        petty hoodlums and prostitutes make the best poets
        when I try to bake a wordy cake I always lack an ingredient

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      • multiplemichael

        TOSS IT MEAT TO DISTRACT IT
        THE FEAR OF HUMILIATION AND DEGRADATION
        EVERY EFFORT TO ADVOID BEING FEMINIZED
        EVERY EFFORT TO ENGAGE IN COMBATIVE BEHAVIOR
        FORGET MEANINGFUL INTERPERSONAL CONGRESS
        POETS SHOULD BE SUBORDINATE
        PLEASE ERASE ANY WORDS ASKING FOR HELP
        try to inflict pain on others…regardless of the cost
        non-violent negotiation is cancer
        the recovery of the past is a waste
        only idiots rethink or reread

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      • multiplemichael

        THE SEAM UP THE SIDE CAME UNDONE
        GRAPPLING WITH THE IMPORTANT QUESTIONS
        “WOULD SHE DARE DO IT AGAIN ?”
        —————————————————————-
        DIALOGUE BETWEEN BODY PARTS
        THREE-CORNERED PELT
        FAT SILK WORMS

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  59. multiplemichael

    going 900 mph I had to learn to delay leaving the roadway
    this mutual simultaneous thing
    half-remembered pressing the tongue
    to the roof of the mouth
    traction on the scrotum
    haphazardly lewd

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    • eatmorewords

      Thoughts at 17:06 – not going at 900mph

      the sun gives false hope,
      bright and I squint but car windows are frozen – trees are changing – buildings are boarded up –
      this bus has stopped –
      repetition repetition repetition –
      she asked me “a penny for your thoughts”…three hours later she’s still listening – this morning Johnny Boy looked green in the mirror – the numbers never added up –
      the song in my ears is called “the petrified florist” –

      it makes me thinks but when i see her we smile at the edges the corners move

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      • multiplemichael

        MADAME CURIE SAID THAT YOUR RECENT POOP
        CREATED A SEISMIC SHOCK
        YE OF INCESSANT QUESTIONS
        BE PREPARED FOR UNEXPECTED ANSWERS
        THE MOTIVE OF THE ORGAN
        THE MOTIVE OF THE MEAT
        you stayed up late at night: “The Nude Descending a Staircase”
        THOUSANDS OF TIMES I TOLD YOU:
        ANATOMY IS DESTINY

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      • multiplemichael

        FORCED INTO A LIFE OF PROSTITUTION
        HOMICIDAL MANIACS (diabolical eunuchs)
        GOATISH LOVE HORN (robust…feverish)
        ANGER AND HATRED OF THE FLESH
        BEYOND THE BODY (highly colored backside)
        DARE NOT MENTION THE SAILORS IN THE SHOWER
        THE DIVIDED LOVE-HATE FEELINGS YOU INHERITED
        DESIRING TO DOMINATE AND BE DOMINATED
        SCIENTIFIC INCEST
        THE SATISFACTION—DETESTED YET WELCOME

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      • eatmorewords

        Apropos of nothing / an aside…

        In front she smells fresh,fragrant, like a flower in a duffel coat.

        I won’t read the paper.
        It’s all nonsense.
        Tittle tattle.

        Outside, now, it’s raining, summer is long gone, a phalanx of umbrellas, brightly coloured, bank logos, sharp points, dead spies, poisoned, have impeded my movements, disturbed my gait.

        Stepping over the shadows and ghosts. Stepping over cracks.

        I need to wake up. Somnambulist.

        Opposite the bus stop I watch everyday as they build a new building. It has a skeletal frame. Metal bones. Rivets. Sparks jumping. Metal cracks metal. The sound of the foundry. Men in hard hats. Big trucks choke the streets delivering supplies. A building where people can do business. Another prison. The builders pirouette across girders like ballerina in luminous tabards and steel toe cap boots. Balance. The world needs balance. Flimsy barriers offer an illusion of protection but if one should fall…
        if one fell
        a
        contorted body in the shape of a swastika
        blood leaking from a head wound the sound of impact,
        a hard hat rolls away,
        comes to a halt at someone’s clean shoes
        eyes peering through neighbouring windows (this will put them off their breakfast)
        a gaggle of pedestrians become bystanders
        forming a circle around the corpse some take photos others stand with an ‘o’ for a mouth – no one calls 999 –
        some people get bored and move on

        (the blood stain remains for the next couple of days. A Rorschach inkblot, fading. I see a horned head, a family picnic, a two tonne butterfly.
        Each day I watch it fade until, like the corpse, it’s gone,
        a memory)

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      • multiplemichael

        the construction worker who fell was a woman
        she was a mother and a wife
        she had been sad for years
        sometimes her vision was fuzzy
        life was total warfare
        a scientific experiment gone wrong
        all those words spoken
        treacherous
        explicit, befuddled
        poisonous insinuations
        a husband who made her knuckle under
        gave her children in return for love
        sex for attention
        incomplete love on a one-way street
        inferior and unreliable servant love
        coarse underneath, a half-beast
        he soiled, he trampled, rolled her in the dirt
        and now just look at her external appearance
        muck on concrete, emancipated

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      • multiplemichael

        OBAMA SHOWED US HIS ISCHIO-RECTAL ABCESSES TODAY
        HUNGRY WOLVES ARE A SURE CURE
        I TRIED TO CALL FRANCE BUT THEY WERE HAVING NUMBER PROBLEMS
        THE PETRIFIED FLORIST IS FAMOUS FOR MUFFLED FARTS
        JUST GOES TO SHOW YOU DON’T NEED SOUND IN ORDER TO SMELL
        —-THE SMELL WAS THE PRODUCT OF LONG CONTEMPLATION—-
        NO HOLDS BARRED WHEELBARROW CHEESE
        WITTICISMS AND ESCAPADES AND BROWN PADS

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      • multiplemichael

        contemporary lyricism all points to one thing
        (unless you’re in France…they are still adding things up)
        ANATOMY IS DESTINY
        Yoko could never supply alternative terms of value
        cash money was the value—cash money was the elevator
        even with her heart polished she could not ape love
        EVEN WITH HER HEART POLISHED
        SHE COULD NOT APE LOVE
        —————————————————————————–
        one can read less civilized poetry about your poop
        a sense of pride in your droppings
        expressive passion
        brown extremism

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    • eatmorewords

      the residual effect of listening to her voice
      that lingers when she’s gone – her smell engrained –
      we tried to count the stars the sheep that jumped
      the raindrops that fell –
      lines were drawn –
      lines that separate then from now – us and them –
      my ex-classmates will have different memories
      they will recall the same events from different angles
      different perspectives
      her silhouette is magisterial

      pay them no mind
      they know not what they do

      now close the door
      I can hear the drums

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      • multiplemichael

        LISTEN HONEYBEAR, IF YOU HEAR THE DRUMS
        YOU MUST DO MORE THAN SHUT THE DOOR
        YOU MUST NAIL IT SHUT
        AND LOCK YOURSELF IN THE CELLAR OR ATTIC
        HIDE YOUR STUNNING ARTIFACTS AND YOUR YEARBOOKS
        HOW EXCITING—TO LIVE IN A POST-NEWTONIAN WORLD
        YOU ARE FAMOUS FOR HAVING PENETRATED
        MORE DEEPLY THAN OTHER MODERNS
        GIFTED WITH SUCH UNUSUAL SENSIBILITY
        YOU CARRY YOUR MOON-LANDING SO WELL
        THE TREASURES YOU HAVE UNEARTHED
        AND PLACED ON PAPER AS WORDS
        VIRGIN VOWELS UNIQUE
        IMPOSSIBLE OF DUPLICATION

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      • multiplemichael

        modern municipal life: copyright@unthinkingly perpetuated:2013
        RAGAMUFFINS AS CLASSMATES
        HELPERS AND SERVERS
        the Angel of the Hand
        THE DISTANCE TRAVELED IN CHILDHOOD
        BASKING IN THE WARMTH OF MASCULINE POTENCY
        NOT WANTING TO BE PECULIAR
        UNDERLYING MEANINGS
        OFTEN THIRSTY FOR DITCHWATER
        IMMEDIATE PHYSICAL PLEASURE
        LECHEROUS RED MEAT

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      • eatmorewords

        Sherlock Holmes could spot a wanker a mile off due to a frayed cuff –
        do they say wanker in Florida?
        do they wank in Kentucky, the retired bingo hall workers, the leather skinned war horses

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      • multiplemichael

        THE DRUMS SPEAK OF A RAVISHING ENJOYMENT
        AS AN ACT OF DEFIANCE
        IN THE FACE OF DEFIANCE
        SMALL, DELICATE PARTS
        VULNERABLE PSYCHES
        PERSPIRED WITH LUST
        THE LACK OF QUESTION MARKS
        WHAT DOES IT MEAN*

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      • eatmorewords

        *
        I can’t tell you what it means multiplemicheal – can you tell me?

        the lack of questions marks
        the points of reference, often blunted, are never stationary, never fixed,
        there will be vicissitudes
        meanderings

        stay on the path and off the moors BEWARE THE WOLVES

        bequeath me the fork

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      • multiplemichael

        OUR GENDERING ACTIVITY—ERASERS TO ERASE HOMO FROM SEXUAL
        AN ABUNDANCE OF MALES IN THE BUSHES AT NIGHT
        NOT A SINGLE FLASHLIGHT—DISTURBING IMAGES EYES OPEN
        SIGNS WERE POSTED REMINDING READERS THAT THE DENIAL OF ENJOYMENT
        WAS VITAL TO THE SURVIVAL OF AMERICA…THE AMERICAN PEOPLE
        THICK CAKED MERINGUE ON FORK PRONGS UNWASHED
        SELF-SABOTAGE IS COMMON AT LEVIATHAN CUTLERY
        HATRED AND REVULSION AT THE COST OF SELF-ERASURE
        YES IS TWISTED INTO NO….RED-HAIRED FOLKS ARE IN DEMAND
        UNAPOLOGETIC EYES AT THE PEEPHOLE……FIRE DOWN BELOW
        CAUCASIAN PEOPLE THANK GOD THEY’RE NOT CHINESE

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      • multiplemichael

        IS IT TRUE THAT YOU SLEEP IN AN UNANSWERED BED ?
        PLEASURE IS THE ONLY CITY IN THE STATE OF IDLENESS
        PERSONALITIES SCATTERED LIKE POETIC LEAVES
        DOUBLE-MINDED I STAND WITH MY RAKE

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      • multiplemichael

        simple three “D”s of drum beats
        depreciated, deprecated, denied
        honey child you have been
        Yoko told you that she was a whole
        and not just a cleft
        John said, “I am happy being dead. Please do not wake me, Yoko”
        listen to your woman as she washes your wishes
        MY WISHES ARE NOT NEW BUT THEY ARE CLEAN

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      • multiplemichael

        POEMS ABOUT MORE THAN THE WORDS
        PHRASES COINED—OFTEN DIAGONALLY
        LESBIANS AT THE WALDORF
        SKUNK-BUTT FOREPLAY
        HEATHEN SCENTS
        SIN AND THE SMELL OF SIN
        SEEMINGLY ENCYCLOPEDIC KNOWLEDGE
        WONDERMENT OR WONDERMEAT ?

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  60. multiplemichael

    OFTEN THIRSTY FOR DITCHWATER
    just think about that line for two minutes
    can you escape the commercial-mindedness of 2013 ?
    the thought of drinking ditchwater somehow captures the feel of reality
    to be more alive than those who drink water from France
    life is more than a story to be turned into a poem or a movie script
    the sense and value of things are elusive
    dialogue is the sharp knife in the back
    we must lend our shapes but not our words
    we must be meat and we will be meat !!!

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    • eatmorewords

      thirsty for ditchwater cracked lipped on bended knees (you look religious) you drink from your reflection –
      the poets words will not feed a hungry man
      the hungry man has time for words –
      words are a luxury
      we will survive but we will be changed

      (French water is volcanic) –

      the knife the hand sharp sides
      give them dignity not this
      what they get

      I wait with her for the cycle to start again from zero

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      • multiplemichael

        cracked lips make the seamstress crazy
        expediency (oral fissures demand it)
        brothel girls march in front of the hungry man
        he with his pockets full of words
        the hole in his sock
        leaking one infant at a time
        they populate this fatuous comedy
        our little crosspatch
        our stage from birth
        our sense of truth
        often vulgar
        I gladly hand you all the living persons
        please motivate them and set them free
        open their theatre of existence
        remove their blackguard knives
        although too operatic… history must be finished

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      • multiplemichael

        SHE WAS THE OWNER OF A PASSIONATE AND CONVULSIVE CYCLE
        EVERYONE PLAYING THEIR PART….GIANT ROLE-PLAYING LIES
        PEEPING TOMS TORTURED WITH IMAGES AND ACTIONS
        THE RULES OF THE GAME ARE FIXED
        CRIMINALS PLAY ANOTHER KIND OF DRAMA
        THE CODE OF THE UNDERWORLD
        A REALITY WHERE EYES NEVER CLOSE
        SINNERS PAUSE THEIR VISION FOR SLEEP
        GUILTY PEOPLE DREAM ABOUT BEING GUILTY
        CHILDREN TRY TO REMAIN CHILDREN
        THEIR ORGANS PLUNGE THEM INTO ADULTHOOD
        BY IMPERSONATION THEY DRINK, FIGHT, AND MATE
        IMPRISONED WITHOUT DEFINITION
        THEIR VENT LOATHSOME

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      • eatmorewords

        we used to write but we had to stop – words can lose their emphasis on paper – the meanings lost without a voice –
        (the ink sinks deep
        into
        …)
        a room of Tesla coils hair standing on end electricity
        and lust

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      • multiplemichael

        YOKO STANDS OUTSIDE THE CURIE HOUSE IN A FUR COAT
        SHE IS EATING LIMBURGER CHEESE MADE IN KENTUCKY
        I CAN SEE YOU TOUCHING HER AS IF SHE IS A TAMABLE BEAST
        REMEMBER JOHNNY, SHE HAS WORLD WAR TWO TEETH
        IN HER YOUTH SHE WAS PLAYFUL BUT NOW SHE IS TIGHT AND DRY
        PLEASE DON’T START HER HEART-BREAKING SINGING ACT

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      • multiplemichael

        resentment is a campground outside the gates of boyhood
        the woods of unfulfilled longings
        the intimidating size of giants
        girls with manicured hands
        saying never to sodomy
        hand laundry or nothing
        perpetual stiffness
        the company of other men
        citizenship with no privileges
        (labor intensive/costly in time and energy/outside the mercy of what-could-have-been)

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      • multiplemichael

        THE MALE PRIVILEGE OF OBJECTIFYING HER INTO A CYCLE
        IF ROMANCE IS A CULINARY EVENT–PULL OUT THE CUTLERY
        GYNECOLOGICAL PROCEDURES ON THE TABLE
        TOSS THE BIBLICAL AND CRANK UP THE UROLOGICAL
        BARBARIAN VULVA UNUSUALLY RESPONSIVE
        THE BORDER CROSSING IS THE BEST PART
        THE BORDER CROSSING AND WINGED SEED

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      • multiplemichael

        REMEMBER JOHNNY, SHE HAS WORLD WAR TWO TEETH
        SHE MAY BE A CITIZEN AND EXHIBIT CITIZENSHIP
        BUT SHE HAS NEVER STOPPED FEELING LIKE AN OUTSIDER
        AN ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT CARRYING DANGEROUS SEEDS
        ETHNIC IDENTITY WITH WINGS
        SEARCHING FOR A NEW SENSE OF HOME
        HER DISPLACEMENT IS ROMANTICALLY CARNIVALESQUE

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      • eatmorewords

        (a stolen line)…
        the census figures came back wrong, there’s an extra in our midst,
        there is an irrational fear of
        immigrants – a poisonous irrational fear – why fear the unknown? – fear the known I told the class before I escaped…

        government departments with three letter abbreviations will always spy on you –
        angry letters in the local papers –
        – he she we –
        not an hour passes when I don’t think of her –

        wisdom comes with aged teeth –

        in the days of rationing people had to forgo meat they ate paper, couches, clothes, dirt

        men became boys and wept
        boys became men and wept

        she has always been

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  61. multiplemichael

    SOMEDAY THEY WILL TRY TO RECONSTRUCT THE SKELETON OF YOKO
    IT WILL BE A DESCENT INTO A DISORDERED WORLD
    SUPERIMPOSING IMAGES OF JESUS LADDERS GOING BOTH WAYS
    COMPRESSION OF SIGNIFICANT DETAILS
    BLUE-BLACK BULLS MYSTERIOUSLY SILENT
    HILLBILLIES IN KENTUCKY MAKING LIMBURGER CHEESE
    BEATLE TUNES ABOUT LITTLE REVOLVERS
    DRIZZLING RAIN AND THOUGHTS ABOUT UMBRELLAS
    MENTAL ESCAPE THROUGH CROWDS OF BOBBING UMBRELLAS
    MEN WITH SPECTACLES WOMEN WITH SOBS
    DAYDREAMS OF NOSEDIVING INTO SEQUIM
    CLINGING EXHAUSTEDLY TO A MOTEL POST
    REALISM THAT IS REMINISCENT OF YOUNGER LOVE
    THE OPENING STAGES OF DOWN THERE
    WHEN IT WAS EASY TO BE HANDSOME AND DEBONAIR

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  62. multiplemichael

    SHE SAID THAT ALL THE THINGS
    WERE JUST THE TIPS OF THE HORNS
    THE LURKING NOSTALGIA FOR MOMMY AND DADDY
    HAVING HAD TO PARTICIPATE
    JOYLESS ACTS…….ADULT LIPS DROOLING CONTRADICTIONS
    SLY TACT AT THE TABLE…..EMOTIONAL COLLISIONS
    CLIMATIC BRUTALITY AND SILENCE
    SIGNIFICANT DETAILS………TIMEBOMB WITHOUT ESCAPE
    YES, THERE WERE SURVIVORS

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  63. multiplemichael

    ORAL TRANSMISSIONS THROUGH THE HORNS
    BOUTS OF ORDERED MADNESS
    DARKER HUE FAMILY MOMENTS
    WORDS FROM AN OPEN-CAGE ELEVATOR
    WORDS BECOME LESSONS
    LOCKED IN PERSONAL TORMENT
    BRIGHT BLUE ERRORS
    SUCKING PATTERNS OF NEUROSIS
    IMPRISONED IN ADOLESCENCE
    NEWLYWED COUPLE ROMANCE
    CHERRY ORCHARD KISSES
    PIVOTAL PLEASURE
    HAVING HAD TO PARTICIPATE
    TO REPAIR THE SPIDER’S WEB

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  64. multiplemichael

    FETAL SLEEP OF THE CHILD IN THE MOTHER’S OVEN
    THE LAKE OF BURNING FLAMES….RED HOT TENDERNESS AND LOVE
    IN THE MIDST OF THE FIRE ALL REMNANTS ARE BEYOND SALVAGE
    MILK AND BLOOD NO LONGER NOURISH…WITHOUT SCABS WOUNDS SWEAT
    CHILDREN TAKE PLEASURE IN THE SHADE OF A CLOUD OF FLIES

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  65. multiplemichael

    gravediggers often come in contact with poisonous flowers
    tumors, superstition, and backroom debauchery
    petty-bourgeois backroom debauchery
    intolerable cold slab
    the long wait
    frenzied action almost honeymoon wild
    intense frenzied action often seen in adult movies
    no holy banners for the corpse
    death, more laughable than impressive
    the act was a token of something more
    a thing-in-itself

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    • eatmorewords

      gravediggers fear the onset of winter – the hard ground
      unforgiving on blunt shovels
      – frost attached to branch and leaf
      – the chattering bones of mourners cold air smoke rings escape their mouths –
      black clothes stand out against winter backdrops –
      intolerable cold slabs

      save the burials for warmer times

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      • multiplemichael

        ARTFUL DODGING THE HARD GROUND
        POETRY A TEMPORARY REPRIEVE
        BEING WALLED OFF FROM THE WORLD
        BLUNT SHOVELS RUBBING YOUR BEHIND
        FECAL MATTER AND FROST
        THE FAMOUS POET:
        ROBERT FECAL-FROST
        WOMEN READ THOSE POEMS AND PULL THE WINGS OFF FLIES
        I LIKE THE ONE ABOUT THE SQUAT BEHIND THE BUSH
        THE LEATHERY SKIN SO GUILTY OF TRIGGERING SIN
        EACH MAN WAS AN INVADER
        A PISTOL

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      • multiplemichael

        EACH DAY A NEW PLOT OF ERRORS
        DECEPTIONS AND SELF-DECEPTIONS BEFORE LEAVING THE HOUSE
        THOUGHTS OF THE MANIACAL OLD MAN
        WHERE WAS DADDY—-ARE THINGS AS DARK AS EVER ?
        BEGGING SOME POOR SOUL TO CONSENT ?
        NEEDS ON TOP OF NEEDS AND THEN THE MEMORIES OF ANGER
        INCREASINGLY PATHOLOGICAL…..BEYOND DISTURBING
        THE INDIGNITY OF STAYING ALIVE TOO LONG
        AND THEN IN THE END—BEING BROUGHT INTO LINE
        WHO COULD MEASURE OR WEIGH THE AMOUNT OF PAIN AND HEARTBREAK ?
        OR COUNT THE NUMBER OF IMAGINARY DAGGERS IN THE BACK ?

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      • multiplemichael

        THE TAXI DROVE DIRECTLY INTO THE BEDROOM
        THERE WERE TWO BEDS: ONE WET AND ONE DRY
        MADAME AND MONSIEUR
        HE SAID, ” I HAVE A FILM-MIND BUT NO EYES”
        BEING BLIND WAS HUMILIATING
        SHE SAID, “NO PROBLEM, I AM AWAKE A GREAT DISTANCE FROM THIS FANTASY SCENARIO”
        HE LIKED THE SOUND OF HER WORDS
        THEY WERE LIKE JAZZ FROM A GRAMOPHONE
        HE SAID, “I MAY BE BLIND BUT I HAVE AN INTENSE EROTICIZED APPETITE”
        “MUST BE MY LUCKY DAY” AS SHE REMOVED HER PROSTHETIC LEGS

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      • multiplemichael

        I KNOW YOU DRAW PECULIAR BAROMETRIC FIGURES
        TRYING TO BRING TO LIGHT THE UPHEAVALS OF WINTER
        (I saw you manufacturing credentials)
        SOMETIMES DAYDREAMING ABOUT READING MATERIAL FROM YOUR YOUTH
        YOU MEASURE THINGS YOU’VE READ—YOU KEEP FIGURES IN A TINY PAD
        INTELLECTUAL AND ARTISTIC NARRATIVE CAN BE RATHER PUNGENT
        (PRIVATELY, I LIKE THE SMELL OF SHAG TOBACCO—A FAVORITE OF SHERLOCK HOLMES—I SEEM TO REMEMBER THAT HE ONLY SMOKED SHAG TOBACCO AT HOME—WHEN HE WAS ON THE OUTSIDE, HE SMOKED ITALIAN CIGARETTES)

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      • eatmorewords

        your criminal record was expunged her fingerprints removed – some DNA caught on fibre – an overnight stay in a cell with the smell and fears

        – in the UK Sherlock Holmes hid his heroin under his hat,
        inside his violin case,
        in his cavities
        the mysterious he solved never existed, all inventions of an exhausted mind – in lulls he would touch the holes in his arms,

        (the sound of violins,
        of cats
        horse and carriages, maybe)

        in the uk you’d be called Many Michaels and strangers would sell you Italian cigarettes in dark alleys behind closed theatre – they would take your dollars and look for clues of conspiracies –

        everything we’ve written is rumour
        unsubstantiated

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  66. multiplemichael

    YOU’VE SQUEEZED MY LABORATORY DRY
    SIGNS AND MARKERS
    ODD FOREHEADS ON YOUR RELATIVES
    PRECURSORS
    READING AND IMAGINING
    TAKING A PHOTOGRAPH
    OVERLAPPING
    ALMOST VANDALIZING MEMORIES
    I READ YOU CRAVING FOR APPROVAL

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  67. multiplemichael

    TIRED OF BEING ANONYMOUS IN THE SCHOOL OF HARD KNOCKS
    IT IS AN ANIMAL WORLD AND THERE ARE NO RULES OF SURVIVAL
    LIFE TEACHES US NOTHING—THE PAYLOAD OF LIFE IS MISERY
    LARD UP THE BACKSIDE BECAUSE WHAT CAME OUT IS GOING BACK IN

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  68. multiplemichael

    I HEARD YOU WERE SHOWING PEOPLE YOUR SLIM PIECE OF INNOCENCE
    TRAFFIC GOES IN BOTH DIRECTIONS—JUST REMEMBER THAT
    EACH STEP IS A DICEY MOVE—HUNGRY BLIND PEOPLE ARE EVERYWHERE
    WHEN LIFE GETS DIFFICULT THE SOUL CLOSES SHOP—BYE-BYE
    BRUTAL EPISODES OF HUNGER CHANGE EVERYTHING
    WHAT IS THE CURRENCY OF THE DESPERATE CREATURE ?

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      • multiplemichael

        CHARLIE ZERO STILL TAKES PHOTOGRAPHS WITH A BROKEN CAMERA
        THE IMAGES AREN’T IMPORTANT (POSSIBLY THE ACT OF TAKING THE PICTURES)
        (POSSIBLY OTHER PEOPLE WILL THINK THE BETTER OF HIM)
        BLANK PORTRAITS FOR BLANK PEOPLE
        BLANK PEOPLE READ FLARF
        ADAM AND EVE HAD HAPPY FEET
        WILD ANIMALS WOULD LICK BETWEEN THEIR TOES
        LONG BEFORE THE INVENTION
        LONG BEFORE THE ARRANGEMENT OF PRODUCTS
        BLEACH AND ACID AND ODOR EATERS
        THE EXCLUSION OF WHATEVER
        THAT WAS WHERE THE DANDY-PEOPLE WORKED

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      • eatmorewords

        CZ01 firing using his medieval poetry machine –
        words carved into rock and stone and catapulted into the air
        – sentences falling like rain
        – the battlefield of the page
        the intestines of my thoughts
        spilt
        – the naked photos of me were misleading – a shaved ape in a hat – – bleached skin a missing toe
        – inventions found at the curie house
        patent pending – she ate the blueprints –

        there were mirrors reflecting blank faces and toothless grins – a missing molars a family trait – I can see Eve now shaking her head as Adam mows the laws – centuries of evolution tells us fucking nothing

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  69. multiplemichael

    ALL THE OUTRIGHT LYING AT WORK
    SPEAKING LIES—WRITING LIES
    BITTERSWEET LIES
    A LINGUISTIC PLAYGROUND
    TURNED BATTLEFIELD
    TURNED NIGHTMARE
    PRETENTIOUS NAMES STUCK ON BARBED WIRE
    THE WINDS OF PERSUASION ARE CRUEL
    SOMETIMES THEY GO BACKWARDS TOWARD ORIGIN
    WHAT WILL IT TAKE TO CARRY THE DAY ?
    ——————————————————————————-
    real poetry: the willingness to reshape

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    • eatmorewords

      she made lists
      lists upon lists
      list of lists
      with sub-lists branching off
      from the main list

      days spend mesmerised by lists sat in front of a computer –

      is she looking at the computer or is it looking back? –

      lists longer than a Texan mile

      she only leaves the list to go to the toilet

      the window with curtain parted like a girls hair –

      the lists give her parameters

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      • multiplemichael

        WORDS LIKE A DANCING GIRL IN A PASHA’S HAREM
        PROBLEMS OF THE FLESH WRITTEN FORWARD AND BACKWARDS
        MULTIPLICITY—A TENDENCY TOWARD OTHERWORLDLINESS
        FLIGHTS OF POETIC FANCY—VERBS AND MATHEMATICS
        PUSH PINS OR CHESS ?—DISENGAGEMENT FROM THE GAME
        UNLIKELY PARTNER—LOVING YOURSELF CAUSED RAISED EYEBROWS
        POETICIZING YOUR EXISTENCE…THE GREAT DRAMA OF JOHNNY BOY
        YOU TOLD ME A THOUSAND TIMES, “IT’S ONLY A REHEARSAL”

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      • multiplemichael

        IT TOOK ME TWO YEARS BUT I KISSED EVERY DERELICT IN PARIS
        MY SERVANT GIRL MADE LISTS OF EVERYTHING
        SHE MADE LISTS OF LISTS
        WE TALKED ABOUT YOU TODAY—YOUR CUT ON THE HEAD
        THANK GOD, SHE WASN’T THINKING JOHN THE BAPTIST
        YOU ARE HER PET SONGBIRD—-RIGHT ?
        SHE WHO SLEEPS ON THE GOLDEN NEST
        ————–INCREASINGLY SUPERNATURAL————————
        THERE BE NO HIGHER AUTHORITY THAN RELATIVES
        DADDY DNA MOMMY DNA WITH A LITTLE SWEDENBORGIAN DNA
        EACH DAY WE ARE HOUNDED WITH INVISIBLE ENEMIES
        POISONOUS GASES FROM THE BACKSIDES OF HUMANITY
        TINY CUTS TO THE HEAD THAT TURN NASTY
        NEAR NAUSEA AT THE SIGHT OF BLOOD
        SHE SAID, “I CAN GET POETRY WITH MY KNIFE”

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      • multiplemichael

        LISTS OF NEUROLOGICAL DISORDERS
        EVEN AT THE COST OF SANITY……A MOLLUSK IN THE UNDERPANTS
        A MOLLUSK WITH THE GRIP OF A MATURE WOMAN
        A PRIMITIVE PULSATION—ORAL OR OTHER-THAN-ORAL
        COULD IT BE LOVE OR SOON TO BE LOVE ?

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  70. multiplemichael

    she only leaves the list to go to the bathroom (?)
    erotic stimulants and a tiny Japanese lover
    caress goldenness, whip, spank, moan, and spit
    scrambled bits passed off as prose
    hairless masculine shadows pass
    clasped to the backsides of pleasure
    riddles of love—especially young love
    youth extends the reach
    seeking and finding expert hands
    living for invisible currents
    passion reflected on the edge of death
    devils having flowered feed the flames

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  71. multiplemichael

    Norman’s Aunt Tilly suffered from schizophrenia of the flesh
    there were countless words that she didn’t understand
    She said, “there’s two kinds of lovers: the living and the dead”
    her vacuum-pump was sympathetic to both
    good-and-stiff was only the beginning

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    • multiplemichael

      AUNT TILLY WOULD OFTEN PRAY FOR HEAVENLY ASSISTANCE
      READY TO WELCOME THE HOLY SPIRIT INTO THE INTERIOR
      THE FRESHLY SQUEEZED UPRIGHT TEMPLE
      UPWARD TO BE INWARD—-SWELLS OF EMOTION
      THE EXPLICIT EARTH BED WITH ITS PINK SLIT
      MOURNERS WOULD DRAW CLOSE TO THE GENITAL CURTAINS
      OPENING AND CLOSING WITH LINGUISTIC PLAYFULNESS

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      • multiplemichael

        from the dirt to the Golden Gates
        they dropped a bomb
        on Nagasaki
        degenerate men
        the lack of cleanliness
        medals melted
        diplomas turned to ash
        polished vulgarity
        so anxious to take a photograph

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      • eatmorewords

        the lenses melted –
        no photograph here – move along nothing to see they said as the city disintegrated
        as skin melted
        as metal buckled
        as part of some bigger story ended

        no need for a photograph to capture this – the footprints would be there in years to come amongst oddly shaped foetus

        R.Nevill and Clyde were involved but to what extent?

        In Nagasaki no one had fingerprints

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  72. multiplemichael

    Norman got confused about Nagasaki and Troy
    the Fall of Nagasaki was different than the Fall of Troy
    the death blow of his father was when they tricked him into the straitjacket
    having lived a life of poisonous insinuations
    having lived a life on the verge of a scientific discovery
    puberty exacerbated a dangerous existing condition
    truckloads of pain for a small taste of love
    any plausibility was exploded
    any vague desires explored
    explicit motel meat
    pointing north
    the fall of a city
    or the fall of a heroine

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  73. multiplemichael

    years of sexual battery
    what benefit your listeners ? your readers ?
    no high road in lust and temptation
    just ask Norman’s mother
    the priest told her to have respect for the conventions of marriage
    hand-in-hand, all men work together
    masculine inadequacy
    one word about size
    and the deal was off
    Norman often said, “I was brought up by women”
    cut and dry for life
    a mind full of nonsense geography
    he once told a classmate that he had a rhinoceros in his pants

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  74. multiplemichael

    each day started out fractured and incomplete
    life was a montage of phrases
    always the familiar route
    a dead parade of words
    with no one to clean up the mess
    incestuous poetry barking
    terrified dogs in the dark
    white women in the embrace of shadows
    pawns of circumstances
    less appealing traits sanitized
    fiddles and guitars no-holds-barred

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    • multiplemichael

      manlike woman parts—fractured and incomplete
      an androgynous montage of self-expression
      circus science with no questions
      homeless answers on the curb
      symbolic concrete and feminine litter
      can it be right to give and not take ?

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    • eatmorewords

      the pawns were all lined up like little soldiers – a collage of all lifes memories layered on top of each other (in no particular order) –
      if people read this
      everyone would eat more words
      everyone would fill in the gaps of dead memory with newly captured sentences
      everyone would be a poet

      but people are fascinated by the squatting dog,
      the fiddles and guitars
      the jazz and
      sounds of circumstance

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  75. multiplemichael

    a calm acceptance of rawness and crudity
    clouded pleasure soon becomes lost
    flooded with shadows
    half-natural, half-human
    the voice of words spill out
    surrounded by curious eyes
    “I cannot love”
    I am foolish, feeble, and afraid
    silent fingers point at my name
    he must be pricked from the page
    a flaccid nerve in a world of celebration

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  76. multiplemichael

    jazz suggests a multiplicity of colors
    but all those colors seem to bleed
    off the page
    peel back the skin
    can you see
    something wrong ?
    I can close my eyes and see apocalyptic dissolution
    the falling dark comes from all sides
    temptation sings its song….the final notes

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  77. multiplemichael

    WHILE YOU WERE HAVING A WHITTLE ON YOUR LEG BONE
    I WAS STUCK WITH A GROUP OF STRUCTURALISTS
    WAS THE AUDIENCE ON STAGE ?
    DURING THE PERFORMANCE—-WHO IS WATCHING WHO ?
    IF YOU SAY NOTHING IT IS HOW YOU SAY NOTHING
    POETRY IS CONSTANTLY UNFOLDING

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  78. multiplemichael

    the first time humans made a mistake, God didn’t know what to do
    REALITY BECAME A SHAGGY BLACK MANE ON A BEAST
    —————–who can comb out the snarls ?——————————
    handicapped people perch on the edge of the road
    and wave their limbs like madmen
    trying to get a ride to the “getting place”
    the land of anthropologists
    past the uranium fields
    past the swarming ants

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  79. multiplemichael

    trying to tug Johnny Boy away from complacency
    ——odd inappropriateness—————————–
    it was a biblical automobile
    driven by a modern poet
    drove right past those people waving their limbs
    no time for people with special needs
    no open heart only the devil foot

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  80. multiplemichael

    rumor has it that there are endless meat tents in Jerusalem
    naked in a meat tent—-penny for your thoughts
    Emily wrote something about finger pushing poets
    mimicking a man sticking it in
    Emily was big on having her lock picked
    to somehow be unsealed
    could she withstand the length ?
    her sanctuary would remain private and safe
    no need for Eternal Regrets !!!

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  81. multiplemichael

    CUT THE HEADS OFF PETS
    RAPE THE MEAT TENT
    an audience among the public
    commercial profit
    a dirty diaper in the tropical heat
    poetic pilgrims walk alone
    didactic definitions rarely fall from the sky
    overlooked and unhooked
    masculine pronouns on the pillow
    words that constantly disturb
    I write them in red ink
    catastrophes in red ink
    blood that leaked from your photograph
    blood that ran down the legs
    of a true love

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    • eatmorewords

      expensive meat tents packed in backpacks – swarm of flies follow the hikers deeper in the forest –
      Hansel and Gretel crumbtrails on the floor, in the under growth –

      outside in the open, a perfect fit, meat skyline of tent

      the Kodiak beers formed a committee, arranged meeting produced leaflets – their environs were being impinged – they had flesh between teeth and deadlines to met

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  82. multiplemichael

    ——————————–EGGS IN THE OVARY——————————————
    PASTOR JAMIE NOT PASTOR JIM, WHY DO YOU THINK THE SNAKE WAS LOCAL ?
    A SINGLE TEMPORARY INCH FROM DEATH, AN ANGLO-SAXON INCH
    HAZARDOUS ENVIRONMENT KENTUCKY CHURCH WALK THE PLANK
    700 POETS UNDER A ROCK FROM THE NOON-DAY SUN
    ANY SPECTRUM OF SENSIBILITY ?
    FOCUSING AND DIFFUSING
    WHAT EVER YOU DO
    DO NOT GO THE EXTRA STOP
    AUTUMN WILL COME
    WITHOUT THE HOSPITAL
    A SIMPLE PRAYER
    WILL CLOSE THE CIRCLE

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  83. multiplemichael

    IF YOU FOLLOW THE ROAD OF DISAPPOINTMENT LONG ENOUGH
    YOU WILL FIND YOURSELF IN KENTUCKY
    Kentucky is full of people never given a chance
    Pessimism is ridiculously cheap
    “struggle heroically and then you die”

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  84. multiplemichael

    YOU THINK ABOUT REMAKING ADAM EVERY DAY
    A FOLDED PIECE OF PAPER IN YOUR POCKET
    THE WORD “UNDERWRITE” IS PRINTED ON IT
    I REMEMBER THE DAY THEY DISCOVERED MOSES
    NOTHING WAS THE SAME AFTER THAT
    IT WAS A LOT MORE FUN TO BE JEWISH
    BEFORE MOSES
    YOU THINK ABOUT REMAKING ADAM
    *the abandoned baby floats by

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  85. multiplemichael

    —–QUESTIONS THE ROOT-ORIGINS OF RELATIVES
    CUTLERY SOLD IN KENTUCKY AS “WARES”
    POETRY TAINTED WITH POISON
    POISON TAINTED WITH POETRY
    CRUX FOR CRITICS
    HAWKING SPOONS AND FORKS
    SUGAR-BAITED WORDS FOR CUTLERY
    “I GOT YOUR BUTTER KNIFE RIGHT HERE”

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  86. multiplemichael

    SO SILENT, AS IF CAUGHT
    WITH A MEAT-SUBSTITUTE
    CLUTCHING BITES AND EMBRACES
    CARESSING WITH THE MOUTH
    CALCULATED, ALWAYS CALCULATED
    LITTLE YOKO, PADDED AND WIGGED
    BATTERED BY THE DAILY ROUGH
    FORKED CONVERSATIONS
    THE KNOWN FORGOTTEN
    I RECALL YOU WITH MY HANDS

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    • eatmorewords

      Joan overstepped the mark – moved the boundaries this way
      and that – eat the meat and the shadows of the living things they once were will disappear

      a thousand masks hang in a secret wardrobe

      there are other explanations to describe this phenomenon
      different hypothesis tapped out in morse code on water pipes

      the men in room 40 keep copious notes miles of then in shorthand patterns

      outside
      nocturnal
      the Yoko machine silently wails

      “there is no substitute for meat”

      paper figures folded at right angles
      ketamine hole absorbed her cocooned warm

      swaddled
      she was
      recalled by taste

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      • multiplemichael

        AT THE ADULT WAREHOUSE ONE CAN PURCHASE MEAT-SUBSTITUTES
        DEMONSTRATIONS IN THE BACKROOM, POSSIBLE ASTRONOMER BACON
        UNRESERVED FLESH—MODIFIED FLESH—EFFUSING AND MOIST
        COPIOUS GOLDEN JET FROM THAT TRIPOD LEG
        STRANGELY DRAWN TO THE SCENE
        A KNIFE-GRINDER GIRL FROM THE FACTORY
        THE ONE WITH THE CLUES INKED ON HER ARM
        THE ONE WHO SAID THAT SHE LIVED WITH ANIMALS
        THE ONE WITH A LAST NAME THAT WAS COMPLEX
        POSSIBLY RUSSIAN

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  87. multiplemichael

    MY PERSONAL COFFIN— MY SPACE CRAFT
    SNATCHES AND GLIMPSES FROM ABDUCTION
    BEINGS OF PERFECT-FORM
    AT SUGGESTION, SLEEP
    POETRY CATALOG FROM REAL LIFE
    STRONG ADHESIVES IN THE BLOOD
    TOKENS OF MYSELF IN THEIR POSSESSION
    ALL I COULD THINK,
    “I SHOULD HAVE GONE HOME !”

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  88. multiplemichael

    poets hiding in the shrubs—-poetic beasts in their lair
    THINGS THAT HAVE GONE BAD OFTEN COUGH UP FLARF
    MEDIUM LUNG CANCER OR WORSE
    THE BOTTOM OF THE URINAL IN THE TEMPLE OF HIGH ART
    AMERICA HAS ITS COWBOYS WHO PAINT LANDSCAPES
    AS THEY GALLOP ON HORSES WITHOUT GENDER
    ONE CAN TRUST A COWBOY NOT TO SPILL THE BEANS
    LOVE HAS NO BOUNDARIES AROUND THE CAMPFIRE

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    • eatmorewords

      cowboys on the back of animals that stop when they piss – a Niagara of steaming yellow throwing up sand & dust –
      cowboys pan handle long words down by the creek – a country built on men in leather trousers – historical rumours of western love –
      your ten gallon hat has sprung a leak – Bowie knifes scalps
      – campfire shadows
      – playfull caress in a tent
      – under an expansive sky
      – how the west was won

      towns appeared over night – a boarding house moonshine the whores arse dancing girls the cornerstone of a great nation – railway tracks bench the future closer – the distance from the past can be measured by spilt blood

      milk soaks into sand

      washed up on histories shore

      black lung 43% cancer

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  89. multiplemichael

    WISH AND IMPULSE EXPRESSING THEMSELVES IN FLARF
    GERMAN SLANG DEFORMED AND REARRANGED
    —-NAME A HEALTHY DEFENSE——
    SYMPTOMS IDENTIFIED IN POETRY
    NOT A DREAM OR A JOKE
    NEUROTIC RAZOR BLADES
    RUSTY NAILS IN BOARDS
    SHARDS OF GLASS
    MISUNDERSTANDINGS
    ————————————————————————————-
    LIFE MAY NO LONGER BE AVAILABLE
    THE INTERPRETATIVE POWERS OF READERS GONE SOUR
    CONDENSATIONS OF GERMAN SLANG
    HOWEVER CRUDE OR PAINFUL
    ONE MUST REMOVE THE GLUE
    NAKED BUT FREE OF THE HABITUAL SELF
    *you want to be free of the habitual self (secret number one)

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  90. multiplemichael

    UP ALL NIGHT WITH A MEMORY COUGH
    BLACK CURTAINS TO KEEP OUT THE SOULS
    OF SLAUGHTERED BODIES
    PEOPLE BEING SWINE
    EMBARRASSED ABOUT THE MEAT
    CLEAN HANDS HOLDING FOUL FLESH
    ONE MUST FRY THE PROPHET A LONG TIME
    BEGINNING, AND TO THE END
    *drowned in life head first

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  91. multiplemichael

    DRINKING BECOMES A LIFE IN A SHIPWRECK BOTTLE
    THAT PART OF PLEASURE KNOWN AS BOOZE
    PAIN MEDICINE AND MENTAL CONVERSATIONS
    WEARING A SEAT BELT TO WALK TO WORK
    TRICKS BASED ON MISDIRECTION
    ROMANCE BASED ON MISDIRECTION
    FORGERY IN THE BOOK OF LOVE
    RAPID PAIN FROM THE ADULT WORLD
    SMALL HUMAN DEFECTS SCREAMING FOR ATTENTION
    FORCED TO SAY, “OH, ME LABORS ARE ME PLEASURES”

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    • eatmorewords

      fast food flarf
      the aggravations that chaff the outlet – the doctor will prescribe cream for that – signatures missing vowels confused the detective – no fingerprints left
      no paper trail
      fast food secretions
      we forged the forgery and fooled the lie detector – heart rate steady – out defects are seen in full lights when naked –
      fast food undernourished

      at the back seat of the cinema – a hole in the pop corn box –

      studies of the unmade sculpture

      message left in bottles washing up on shores
      the edge of everything
      frays and bends

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      • multiplemichael

        YOU DEVIL
        WORDS ABOUT THE FEMALES
        FROM THE GOLDRUSH DAYS
        WOMEN WHO WASHED AWAY THE GOO
        AT GREAT EXPENSE
        IT WAS A PERILOUS UNDERTAKING
        POLISH MEN WITH GIANT DONGS
        BULL-SIZE SACS
        SEED SO LARGE
        THEY HAD NICKNAMES

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      • eatmorewords

        Goldrush females
        hair scalped with blunt knives
        Smooth as a babys bum brings floods of inappropriate images on–line
        old words and phrases change meaning in digital time

        nicknames given to avoid detection

        nicknames earned in the crucible

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  92. multiplemichael

    DISINTERESTED SENSUALITY
    LESS NEED FOR EXCUSES
    THE LACK OF BLOOD
    AND BACKBONE
    PEOPLE ON THE ELEVATOR WITH THEIR FRIED CHICKEN FEET
    WALKING ZOMBIE DINNER-TABLE WITH NO HOPE
    SLICK FACIAL EXPRESSIONS…NO SELF RESPECT
    EVERYONE THINKING YES IN A NO WORLD

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    • eatmorewords

      social validation and $1000 trainers – slow moving geography – fat people who haven’t seen their knees since
      the last library in town was shut down –
      no detours from church
      do not pass go GO
      shared feelings on a scale of 1 – 10

      I forgot about the propel in the elevators – the Otis men and their jazz flutes – smile painted onto bathroom mirrors just incase you can’t muster one –

      she gave me flowed and an itch

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  93. multiplemichael

    ———————————————————————————-
    A LIST OF WORDS THAT TAKE ON POETIC IMPORTANCE
    ———————————————————————————-
    DARKENED ROOMS
    NOTICEABLE ACTIVITY
    PHALLOCENTRIC
    CONTRARY TO EXPECTATIONS
    POETS THINK OF THEMSELVES AS “INVERTS”
    ANATOMY LADEN POETRY
    TABOO ZONES
    MODESTLY GENDERED
    UNNAMED FELLOWS
    HAND MODEL
    HANDSHAKES
    JOIN HANDS
    STRANGE-SWEET LIPS
    SUGARED AND ANONYMOUS
    RELATIVE OPENNESS
    RIGOROUS SELF-DISCIPLINE

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    • multiplemichael

      TABOO ZONES AT THE ZOO
      —————————————-
      NEUROTIC OBSESSIONS WITH TAILS
      PHANTOM APES READING BOOKS
      BUBBLES NEAR THEIR RECTUM
      PARAGRAPH FUZZ FROM TOILET PAPER POETRY
      GRAMMATICAL LENT FROM A NEIGHBORHOOD ORPHAN
      MENACING MEN FROM THE CHURCH
      INFLICTED INTERCOURSE WITHOUT WOMEN
      CRUELLY CONFINED OUT OF SIGHT
      PANIC AND PARALYSIS
      WITH JESUS IN MIND

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  94. multiplemichael

    READERS OFTEN SWIM IN THE UNDERSONG OF A TEXT
    OLD WOMEN ARE AFRAID TO STARE AT CATS UNDERWATER
    CATS FIND IT DIFFICULT TO PURR WHILE BEING SODOMIZED
    AHAB THOUGHT OF THE WHITENESS OF THE WHALE
    ISHMAEL PONDERED THE LENGTH AND GIRTH OF QUEEQUEG

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    • eatmorewords

      ventriloquist movements
      a hand up inside – the manipulation of sound –
      through the vocal cords
      that oscillate wildly

      cats stuck up a tree – helpless symmetry
      the purr
      her fur

      Ahab at the helm
      all cracked lips, fixations, tunnel vision
      the lack of vitamins C –
      soft core buggery on the high seas – rum based lube and physical activities to the sound of shanties lost in the wind

      (no oranges consumed in the past 4 months)

      a sun drenched Emily figurehead – nipples like targets – head pointing westward
      leading the way

      ——————————————

      the maths teacher wore corduroy
      trousers like corrugated iron

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      • multiplemichael

        CHILDISH SLANG AND ABBREVIATIONS
        POETRY RIDICULED FOR HOURS
        STRANGERS DROP OVER DEAD
        PHOTOGRAPHERS TOO LAZY
        TO TAKE PHOTOGRAPHS
        ———————————THE WIFE
        IN BED WITH HER BARREL-ORGAN
        LIGHTLY COVERED
        I REMEMBER WHEN YOU
        THOUGHT ABOUT IT
        23 HOURS A DAY

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      • multiplemichael

        MOVING LIPS—REHABILITATION WITH
        THEATRICAL GESTURES
        FACIAL MOVEMENTS FOR THE FUTURE
        A TIGHT MOUTH AROUND A LATHERY HORSE
        COVERED WITH SOUNDS
        PANTING COPIOUSLY
        THEN A SINGLE STREAM

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      • multiplemichael

        DORMANT AND DARK
        HUMANS AS WALKING MEAT
        MATHEMATICIANS THROW AWAY METAPHORS
        POET IN LOCKED ROOM WITH DIVINING ROD
        SINGULAR DELIGHT AGAIN AND AGAIN
        BILLIONS OF MOLECULES—ALL NAMED “MIKE”

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      • eatmorewords

        mike the molecule wears a monocle
        to distinguish himself from the others – I’ve seen him under a microscope, top hat and cane,
        French cigarette dangling, a swagger when he walks, jazz tap shoes in the tiniest of feet

        he’s in all of use dormant and lurking like a suppressed rumour,

        the poets seeks the new angles,
        the shadows where the two points join,
        – the poet grows
        – the mathematicians subtracts and reduces
        multiplies and divides never standing still
        looking for zeroes or infinity –

        the diving rod was just a stick

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  95. multiplemichael

    CORPSES SEALED IN COFFINS
    SOME LICKED BY THE TONGUES OF POETS
    BELL CLAPPERS WITH CROWDED THOUGHTS
    COMPLETE DENIAL OF MOODS
    AND ATTITUDES
    TINSEL WIG
    AND SHORT-SHORTS
    YEARNING FOR ECSTASY

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    • eatmorewords

      he said he saw Jesus on the back of a bank note,
      reflected in a window,
      pure fiction in his daily life,
      sandalled man more than a shadow following him
      the weight of the past
      the heaviness of doubt

      a hairshirt to be worn 23 hours a day

      the flame licks of an angry tongue
      the coffin shaped hole, reserved and paid for

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  96. multiplemichael

    AS A POET YOU LIVE
    ———————————–IN THE THOUGHT-HAUNTED
    WORLD OF JOHNNY BOY
    CONTRADICTORY—THAT THOUGHT-HAUNTED MATTER
    MYTHOLOGICAL CHILDHOOD
    JOHNNY BOY OF COMMONPLACE
    YOU’VE SAID THAT A 1000 TIMES
    “I’M JOHNNY BOY OF COMMONPLACE”
    DOMESTIC DEMONS
    A WOMAN AND CHILDREN
    MONSTROUS MEAT
    ECHOES AT NIGHT
    YOU STILL HEAR THEM
    AS A POET YOU LIVE
    ———————————-IN THE THOUGHT-HAUNTED
    WORLD OF JOHNNY BOY

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    • eatmorewords

      the eatmorewords edition is now pulped – one copy still exists
      & one manuscript with all the sex and drugs left in
      – sailors off their gourd miles from home and experimenting over the meridian
      – “drop anchor” is the common cry
      drop anchor

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  97. multiplemichael

    THE SOUND OF HOSTILE LAWYERS
    LATE AT NIGHT THE LEGAL ACTION
    UNLIKELY TO BE REMEMBERED
    MARCHED OUT OF EDEN
    GUILTY OF FOOTPRINTS
    ON THE COPYRIGHT CARPET
    DAILY ELEGIES AND FUNERALS
    BOOTSTRAP POETRY
    HESITANT URINE

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    • eatmorewords

      scribbling on yellow legal pads
      confined space
      elbow to elbow eyes down
      belt and braces theory
      trajectory of clues fades out
      everyone as CULPRIT
      are you gay, straight, clown, curious?

      15 districts have witnessed the plague

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      • multiplemichael

        GAY-STRAIGHT-SLIGHTLY CLOWN CURIOUS
        CONSTANT CLUES CONVEYED TO THE READER
        THE POET PRAYS
        FOR A PROPERLY-QUALIFIED MIND
        ONE THAT CAN MAKE EXPLICIT
        THE LIMITS
        SIGNIFICANT
        OR NOT SIGNIFICANT
        *word combinations that escape our accustomed grasp

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  98. multiplemichael

    YOU INVENTORIED THE BELONGINGS OF JOAN RIVERS
    YOU ATE BEEF WELLINGTON AT A BORDELLO
    EACH DAY MUDDLING THROUGH THICK AND THIN
    EVERYONE WITH STIFF UPPER LIPS
    100 YEAR TEST OF TIME
    EIGHT BIG INCHES
    HYPNOTIC
    *no photos of Lincoln taking a whiz
    *no mention of his wife’s tortoise-shell teeth
    * “dropping a perpendicular” would crack Abe up

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    • eatmorewords

      united by fear – strangers flock together – the magnetised pull,
      the spine of history
      a comfortable narrative of vice versa rhetoric –
      feeds a hunger the dark holes – the stories of the lost explorers who ate each other – the lost accountants and their adding machines in the forest clearings –

      dead daddy serves a purpose
      a McGuffin in his own life
      new characters have sketchy back stories and weak outlines

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