she (again)

she read the news and feared the onslaught of the mongol hordes –
the shadows of night time ghouls

she feared the onset of winter
and bought tin food to see her through to the thaw

she carved a biography into the bunker walls in case bird pecked at her corpse

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361 comments

  1. multiplemichael

    IF A WOMAN CAN HAVE ACTUALITY THEN HER ACTUALITY IS MINIMIZED
    A HIGH REGARD FOR A WOMAN IN SPITE OF THE GRAVEST DOUBTS
    TIRESOME AND PRETENTIOUS WOMEN AT A PARTY ALL DRESSED IN GRAYS
    THEIR VOICES LIKE A ZAPA SYMPHONY OF MUTED GRAVIES
    LUMPY LANDSCAPE BREASTS AND UNMISTAKABLE MAN HIPS
    FACE TO FACE WITH AN ACROBAT AFTER SEVERAL TWISTS AND TURNS
    DESOLATE JISM ON THE SHORE….ABANDONMENT ?
    JISM FROM THE HOOK—STRUGGLE AND SACRIFICE

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    • multiplemichael

      BARRICADING THEMSELVES IN THE HOUSE
      HARDLY CREEPING UP UNNOTICED
      THE TADS WERE BARKING
      WHO WOULD LIVE TO SEE THE PARADE FLOW OUT OF TOWN ?
      JUXTAPOSED WORDS WITH PIDDLE STAINS
      THE SMELL OF MEDICINE…WARM SWOLLEN WORM
      INDOORS, UP THE CHUTE
      CHAMBER NEIGHBORING

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    • multiplemichael

      originated and stored in the dark recesses of a woman’s anatomy
      a woman with actuality—innermost actuality
      hind-quarters problematic
      degraded monkey butt genitalized with bright blue hues
      your soul seems twisted out of normal shape
      explosive letter combinations
      have left your hands
      guilty blue

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      • multiplemichael

        HOW MANY TIMES DID YOU HANDLE THE CURIE DIARY ?
        MEANINGLESS NUMBERS TO THE FRENCH
        MEAN EVERYTHING TO EVERYONE ELSE
        ………………………………………………………………..A THICK PANE OF GLASS SEPARATES
        ………………………………………………………………..THE GOOD ATOMS FROM THE BAD
        SCAMPER ON THE MOORS
        YOU WROTE THAT FAMOUS POEM
        ME AND MY LADY SCAMPER ON THE MOORS
        HOLLYWOOD ADDED A CLOAK
        LIKE AMERICANS WOULD KNOW WHAT A CLOAK IS
        ONE MUST HAVE A CLOAK WHEN THEY SCAMPER ON THE MOORS
        ANTICIPATION OF THE EVENT MADE ME HAVE TO PEE
        OUTDOOR EMOTIONAL LIFE—SIGN ME UP
        LIFE IS NAMED NOT FOR ITS OWN SAKE
        LIFE IS A REGION OF COMPROMISE
        LIFE OPENED UP

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      • multiplemichael

        how many times did you handle the Curie Diary ?
        slum-dwellers who deal in nickel-and-dime bags of atomic waste
        stolen from the Curie backdoor
        in the ghetto there are no ordinary people
        radium trade is very theatrical, accelerated and intensified
        it can reduce even the superhumans to helpless hurt
        rule #1…..don’t get emotionally involved

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      • multiplemichael

        payday in France is a problem
        all those numbers on paper
        the whirl of activity violates every rule of naturalistic counting
        should I add or subtract ? numbers like ballet dancers
        surreal pirouettes carry over into other columns
        how many vantage-points ?
        *the range of flexibility in metaphors

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    • multiplemichael

      your famous poem about the moors—-the discovery of symbolism
      naughty words make dirty dots in the diary
      acquisition of new perceptions
      100 mph and eroticization nearly stands still
      the wife is the Desexualizer
      need not becomes could not
      Johnny Boy the Poet not wholly cured or emptied out

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      • eatmorewords

        The moors are desolate empty and barren –
        the home of ghosts
        dead children
        werewolves
        Sherlock Holme
        the ground is damp

        (under the glow of a full moon STAY OFF THE MOORS) –

        no need for caps and cloaks
        (the colonists have bonuses for those)

        Johnny Boy the husk
        a vessel joined by dots
        lost of the moors no compass as a companion but silver bulletts melted from Leviathan cutlery

        remember that place?

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      • multiplemichael

        I still chuckle at your poem about the moors
        “your creaking boots all-enveloping as if there be no exit, clowning and cursing on the moors”
        The Vaudeville Times gave it a thumbs-up for overall structure and theatricality
        a honeymoon night that ended with a failed suicide attempt
        people in France asked, “how does he sustain the ‘tragicomic tone’ ?”

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      • multiplemichael

        my uncle, Percy had a physical and spiritual enslavement to two things
        Shakespeare and the beautiful cutlery from The House of Leviathan
        Percy had a moist human organ that secreted words
        it knew not abbreviation
        *it answered to however-insamuch

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      • multiplemichael

        you say that the moors are desolate empty and barren
        10,000 photographs say otherwise
        but I trust you
        the moors are the home of ghosts
        I stood tip-toe with a ghost
        written on a tombstone
        by muscular effort, an arrival an occurrence
        woke up on the moors
        something whittling my leg bone
        ——————————————-
        I do not know about dead children on the moors
        but I know you cannot find food in France that children will eat
        everything is turnips and green eggs
        the really big question: how many zeros in a million ?

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    • multiplemichael

      “please shine a light over there—I think I see desolate jism on the shore”
      the breath of life in goo form abandoned
      ————back to pleasant earlier days when an acrobat would ride you in cowgirl fashion
      back to the true circle of friction
      the mighty grasp of the starting-place
      the unclosable eye of God

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      • multiplemichael

        LUST WAS A TERRIBLE TACTILE SENSATION FOR EMILY
        SHE WOULD SLEEP ON A URINE SOAKED MATTRESS
        HER PILLOW WET WITH TEARS
        HER SENSORY WORLD COVERED WITH A HORSE-HAIR BLANKET
        EACH NIGHT WAS A TEETER ON THE ABYSS
        WOULD SHE FALL AND SUFFER THE FATE OF EVE ?

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      • multiplemichael

        THE MIGHTY GRASP OF THE STARTING-PLACE
        AVANT-GARDE GIRLFRIENDS PAINTED UP
        TO LOOK LIKE MOM
        WHITE-FACE AND PLUM
        THE ROAR OF THE FIRE ENGINE
        GAY FIREMEN WHO PASS OUT CONDOMS
        “RUBBERS FOR YOUR PURPLE PASSENECK”
        THE GREATEST POET BEING THE PECKER PROUD
        TRANSCRIPTIONS OF OUR CONVERSATIONS
        FRONT PAGE POETRY IN THE BACK

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    • multiplemichael

      ME AND MY LADY SCAMPER ON THE MOORS
      LOVE ENDOWS THE SCENE WITH PALPABLE REALITY
      EACH OF US TRAPPED IN THE CLUMSY COSTUME OF SKIN
      EXISTENTIAL EXPERIENCE AS ENTERTAINMENT
      LIFE VIEWED FROM A DISTANCE
      LITTLE CONCERN FOR AUTHENTICITY
      COMEDY SEEMS TOO THRIVE ON TENSION
      FEAR AND DESPERATION SERVE AS SUBSOIL
      SOGGY AND SUBMERGED ME AND MY LADY SCAMPER

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      • multiplemichael

        THE ROAR OF A FIRE ENGINE PASSING OUT POETIC WORDS
        AVENUES WITH RED FLASHING LIGHTS
        ORDINARY CITIZENS ON THE STREET
        GRUBBY, VULGAR, MEN WITH GLAZE ON THEIR ZIPPERS
        CAN THEY FALL BACK ON WORDS ?

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    • multiplemichael

      the young Emily Dickinson belonged to a group of ladies: The Sewing Society
      they pretended to sew quilts and curtains
      actual cloth products were made by Mexican women
      mothers of young daughters who worked the sex trade in Amherst
      Emily probably knew nothing about the sex market
      she was too busy enjoying the luxury of feeling
      she was naive and vibrant and ready to trot

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    • multiplemichael

      something was beginning to percolate inside Emily
      SEXUAL anger, rage, hurt, and anguish
      she was a highly charged, emotional, hormone-crazed woman
      James Kimball was a rat-bastard….pure and simple
      he had pushed her into exploring the resources of her womanhood
      pulled her up a notch from the slapstick farce of youth
      introduced her to the physical pressures of adult sexuality
      took her to the dripping blanket of the moors and discarded her
      our innocent sweet Emily was never to return

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  2. multiplemichael

    I SAW 5 NAMES CARVED IN THE BUNKER WALL:
    MOMMA BIRD: GAIL
    BABY BIRDS: DWEEZIL, MOON, AHMET, AND DIVA
    ————————————————————————
    IN THE PREVIOUS COMMENT, ONE OF THE “P”s IN ZAPPA WASN’T FEELING WELL
    AND LEFT EARLY….THUS I TYPED ZAPA AND NOT ZAPPA
    I KNOW THAT THERE ARE A LOT OF THIEVES BUT NO ONE STOLE THE MISSING “P”

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      • eatmorewords

        An aside

        she was kidnapped by disgruntled clowns and spend evenings tied to a spinning wheel
        rotating

        sharp knives were thrown in her direction by a down on his luck greasy haired lothario with holes in the knees of his dungarees

        one clown (the one with the biggest feet) cried tears at her plight – his make up smudged nightly – you could see the tracks – from eye to chin

        each night knives would whack the wooden wheel – hairs breadth away from her skin

        the crying clown tried to steal her away under a werewolf moon but his car collapsed –
        the doors fell off,
        the wheels feel of

        the only thing that worked was his big black rubber horn

        HONK HONK

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      • multiplemichael

        FAMILY TIME COMPLETE WITH CLICHES IN DRAWN DIALOGUE BALLOONS
        ESCAPE TO THE BATHROOM—A MIRRORED PORTAL
        MEANINGLESS MASTURBATION IS NEVER MEANINGLESS
        CONTORTED FACES OF BLISS
        DELAY WAS THE KEY TO MASOCHIST PLEASURE
        LIBIDINALLY CHARGED—RAVENOUS
        THE PRELUDE TO YET ANOTHER STICKY MESS

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      • eatmorewords

        the nuclear family radiates a strong glow
        misshapen heads and extra fingers
        YOU CAN COOK BURGERS ON THEIR BACKS
        hire them for a bbq
        their jism is electric bolt lightening and glows in the dark

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      • eatmorewords

        the failed honeymoon suicide was an attempt to avoid conjugal duties
        a desire to avoid southerly intrusion
        to remonstrate against a soft caress
        – a touch seen as provocation – But Biblical no doubt

        anyway the matter is now in the hands a divorce lawyer and the local police force

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      • eatmorewords

        married on the moors amongst fog banks low hanging clouds and the marshlands under foot –
        a desolate scene
        barren land for a barren bride

        ripped underwear as cheap confetti a honeymoon in France to visit Museum la Cutlery –

        and in the tiny hotel
        amongst high ceilings
        the unknowable become knowable
        tangible

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      • multiplemichael

        almost uncontrollable adolescent anticipating a sequence of sexual surprises
        there were no clues that suicide was soon to enter the picture
        after years of dating—thinking about it and talking about it
        checking out all those books from the library on sex
        often unable to sleep after reading the illustrated text
        the wedding night was to be the biggest Christmas of all

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      • multiplemichael

        EMILY DICKINSON WOULD OFTEN READ AN UNDERGROUND PAPER, ‘TOHU-BOHU’
        THE SUBJECT MATERIAL WAS OFTEN THREATENINGLY ROTTEN AND DISGUSTING
        EUROPE’S BEST !!! CIRCUMCISION BY THE POPE !!! BYE-BYE PREPUCE !!!
        UNCONTROLLABLE ADOLESCENTS SENT FOR SECOND CUTTING !!!
        HER FAVORITE READ WAS THE FOILED SUICIDE ATTEMPT OF THE NEW BRIDE
        WHEN ASKED TO SPEAK THE UNSPEAKABLE, THE BRIDE TOOK A DIVE
        EMILY WROTE A SHORT PIECE, ‘THE AMORAL BATTLEGROUND OF MATRIMONY’

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      • multiplemichael

        people call me crazy, but I once saw a photograph of Abraham Lincoln
        naked from the waist down
        having his prepuce cut away
        to reveal the corona of his penis
        it was in the Americano Room in the Museum la Cutlery
        marked by the Stigmata of Bliss and Blunder
        his seed could only produce beardless children

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      • eatmorewords

        in a basement under a derelict house

        (a house where once 27 detectives once held fort, compiled notes, pinned pictures on blackboards, searched for motives,
        tried to join dots…
        a room full if hunches)

        in this basement we fiddled with an radio, returned the knob along FM tracks, from the darkness
        some far flung hinterland came muffled sob
        a crying man

        the moon was there
        you can count it on one finger

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      • eatmorewords

        the man told him there was a thin line between comedy and farce
        – and the line between horror and comedy is thiner
        invisible nearly

        is there a Floridian version of the moors?

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      • multiplemichael

        the object of the love-hunt………the new bride………..to fall in the clutches of the new husband
        the discovery of self-knowledge is a bad thing…..the soul befriends the Devil
        yielding to the unconscious…..flinches of fear……..the ego holding hands with evil
        the sex act is a powerful test….will she yield only slightly ?
        insects can speak of the significance
        stand on her back and pull her eyes from her face
        the powers of fascination go with vision
        BLIND TO THE WORLD
        *the sinfulness of sin sucks

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      • multiplemichael

        certain sins contain disgusting and humiliating characteristics
        the new bride so hyperconscious of her failing
        love is a never-ending painful experience
        *love is more than a spit inside

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      • multiplemichael

        the new husband, benevolent or malevolent ?
        head-to-toe with a long pause near the middle
        at the very beginning the puzzling penis
        a grotesquely bearded rat
        a handsomely dressed banana
        manhood as a weapon
        a threatening opponent
        the key to Marital Merrymount
        the warm moist church of paganism
        hidden from prying eyes
        objectionable at times
        the new bride said, “I must die first”

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      • multiplemichael

        YOU WRITE THAT SERIOUS POETRY
        ABOUT BEING FOUND DEAD IN BED
        LOVED ONES SCREAM
        HAVE THEY WON THE LOTTERY ?
        WERE YOU FEELING BREATHTAKINGLY BAD WHEN YOU RETIRED ?
        CAN YOU FALL BACK ON YOUR WORDS ?
        CAN YOU TELL ME THAT JESUS ISN’T REAL ?

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  3. multiplemichael

    people often ask about lubricating the buttocks of a horse
    I always blame overlapping masculinities
    DETOUR—DETOUR !!! sexuality has collapsed
    no more need for pornographic serpents or snakes
    camouflage tent flaps……..nude cave-liners
    the world of gender imaginary
    sticky fingers grubbing past the rough spot
    undisciplined overlapping masculinity
    soft masculinity blurring the distinction
    unappeasable hunger—indiscriminate appetite
    cowboy stamina with slick horse buttocks
    mutual pleasure in SPOKEN COITUS

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    • multiplemichael

      sometimes Emily would practice saying, “turn around”
      her mental recreation of the nude Adam
      having never known the scissors of shame
      “take that which makes you different than God”
      what Christian can reject collective identity ?

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      • eatmorewords

        she collected all the first editions of her first anthology –
        a confusion of different languages
        a car wreck of signs and symbols, alien hieroglyphics

        each cover was different

        – rotting fruit
        – shaved vagina
        – moor landscape
        – Floridian sands
        – a portrait in oil
        – rocking chair on water
        – shining cutlery

        some editions were worthless –
        no more than fuel for fires
        eager for pulp

        the French edition with priceless –
        a sepia toned x-Ray of her soul on the cover and a back blurb written by Joan’s publicist

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      • multiplemichael

        RESIDUE OF ROMANTIC LONGING
        SOLITARY MAN IN TOUCH WITH HIMSELF
        LOCKED INSIDE A WORLD OF OTHERS
        HE NEEDS NEW WORDS
        A SWEEPING REVALUATION
        VOYEURISTIC THOUGHTS
        LUSTFUL EYES
        SUPPLEMENTED BY IMAGINATION
        LOVING LIKE A ROCK AND ROLL STAR
        VERY VIBRANT, ROCK-HARD WOOD
        THE DEAD HORSE IS MISSING
        DREAMS OF FRUITION AND FULFILMENT

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  4. multiplemichael

    should I write about a river of secretions ?
    grumbling, snarling, sizzling
    going…going with swelling dough
    engine rigged for silent running
    in and out….pistoning
    burlesqued in the MultipleMichael comments
    poetry wrestling like clocks that accelerate at will
    indulging in Eskimo smells
    black-clad butt grease
    seal, shark, or whale ?

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    • eatmorewords

      sewer secretions
      such stench
      underground but banks are bursting, approaching the surface,
      no more silent running,
      tributaries open up like veins spreading across the surface of her body,

      the accelerating clocks make it hard to pin point this exact moment in time – time is man made yet it is relative to me or you, or her (or them) –

      and as for the Eskimos I alway leave them to their own devices –

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      • multiplemichael

        fully submerged in the sewer secretions
        I waded in where the stream seeps through the ground
        I would have to throw my shoes and clothes away
        the smell was ungodly….very Nagasaki after the bombing
        mental amputation….inch by inch
        “sane voices” from the past
        my friends fraught with self-loathing
        the burden of gender anxiety with no proof

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      • multiplemichael

        everywhere I go I see the icons of masculinity
        friends who resemble more than differ
        men who hold hands and smoke seductive Italian cigarettes
        men troubled at their inability to be men
        that crazy transition from boyhood to manhood
        coming-of-age is a lonely stretch
        relentless tests and visible proof
        SHE IS IN THE KITCHEN

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      • multiplemichael

        a flesh shaft that grows from the ground
        I could see the reinforced divide
        the poetic wound
        the hole
        my silence made me a part of the crime
        frightening childhood dreams
        going to jail
        soft odd-colored excrement
        her thigh chasm
        her Canada in the shrubs
        the abandonment from God and his city
        filth and decay on the menu
        on the lap of Santa
        growers crawling in the hideaway
        once you die, jail is not so bad
        leave the sensory language to the poets
        rockets in the night explode
        sexual trauma on the muddy road

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      • multiplemichael

        that horrible sin not to be mentioned in the daylight
        the children of Adam playing
        smudged with the dirt of the earth
        not the clouds or above the clouds
        smudged with the dirt of endless relatives
        the giant river of family blood
        proud creatures

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      • multiplemichael

        you fall down going to work and no one notices
        you are not Chinese
        all your life you have been running away from your Fathering
        appetite for language—are you free to trespass ?
        a mutty blend of poppa bear and momma bear
        not really bears….more like hominids
        no right to peek into anyone else’s 24/7
        the genes combined during the marriage transaction
        your mother viewed as a piece of meat—as a commodity
        daddy was the butcher and mommy was the meat
        the sign on your door says “ME”
        you fall down going to work and people try to shatter you as if you were made of glass
        Norman’s mother saved you from being a zoo creature
        self-alienation always deepens
        like meat…feminized, married, grinning in obscenity
        you don’t want to be on television
        you don’t want to be a mutty blend
        20 minutes standing up
        20 minutes with those magic thumbs
        20 minutes a righteous man
        one hour of the bespectacled boy
        Johnny Boy…one sure thing, you’re not Chinese

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      • multiplemichael

        HOW MAGNIFICENT IT WOULD BE TO DIE AND NOT BE CHINESE
        FROM THE PAST TO THE PRESENT, GEOMETRIC SHAPES MELT
        SQUIRRELS STAY ON SHORE WITH THEIR NUTS
        WOMEN SWITCH FROM BEING PARTICIPANTS TO MANIPULATORS
        EXCRUCIATINGLY… LOSS OF BLOOD ON BROWN RAGS
        FUTURE MOTHERS TOTTER ON THE BRINK OF HELL
        SATAN WITH HIS OUTSTRETCHED LIMBS READY TO CATCH THE FALLEN
        THEY SAY THAT MOTIVATION IS EVERYTHING
        REPULSIVE RATS THE ENTIRE LOT

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      • eatmorewords

        seven degrees of separation must mean we are part Chinese – somewhere – it’s all just numbers but they add up – there are patterns –
        stock market numbers fluctuate – green diodes –
        red flickering numbers – up and down and down then up –
        like boats on waves –
        stockbrokers and sailors

        her stock is high

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      • multiplemichael

        Eskimo people are distant and untouchable
        (remember: if an Eskimo tries to kiss you
        hesitation only makes matters worse)
        HOWLING WIND AS A COMPANION
        never seen outside his rigidly ordered underwear
        feelings have ceased to exist yet he has feelings nevertheless
        physical movement implies romance
        “OPPORTUNITY IS THE DEVIL’S BEST FRIEND”
        when responses are blocked, tension boils
        Norman’s mother was mute on this topic

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      • eatmorewords

        she told me she wouldn’t return till the trees began to live again – were clothed with leaves
        she had supplies:
        ( cigarettes etc)

        last year she wanted to visit every American state in alphabetical order,
        she wanted to climb Europes highest peak but though language would be a barrier

        she promised to send postcards every fourth day

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      • eatmorewords

        my childhood was full of melting ice cream and tall buildings, distorted memories of constant suns on this island – walking on the bones of history – dead dinosaurs, carbons crumbling churches, the toll of the bells, long grass

        the people in the shadow never began to emerge until hairs started to grow – I can’t remain true to a memory that may be wrong to a me that isn’t here longer

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      • multiplemichael

        let’s hear a laugh at sharing our moment of creation
        with all the other creatures
        nuclear numbers
        number our days
        to be reawakened
        vice-regents and no more
        understanding God
        to rule and have dominion
        standing in sewer secretions

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      • multiplemichael

        unwilling to disturb the fallen bodies
        the moment of death past
        soundless and wet
        no longer bending
        was it a happy death ?
        jostled onlookers
        agitated knowing the dead
        lacked images
        *snakes are a source of entertainment for men

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      • eatmorewords

        snakes are handbags and shoes waiting to happen – slither in the house of The Lord (if you believe in that) – slither on your belly through detritus
        waste
        waist high wading in flotsam – snake skeletons –
        i save the drowning then head up stream to see who’s pushing them in – The people at Gideon must be told – remove the snake and save the world

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      • multiplemichael

        JOHNNY BOY IN THE AUDIENCE: CASUALTIES OF FATE
        POWERFUL OTHERS WHO CONTROL HIM
        UNRELENTING BLEAKNESS OUT THE PUBLIC TRANSPORT
        UNSYMPATHETIC WORKMATES
        WHO SABOTAGE THEMSELVES
        BOREDOM, FRUSTRATION, PARALYSIS
        POETS DRINK AWAY THEIR WAGES
        PISSING AWAY THEIR SEX LIVES
        UGLY FEELINGS HELP OVERRIDE THE ANXIETY
        THE SHAME OF BEING A LOW-LIFE ROBOT

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      • multiplemichael

        ESKIMOS USE DOG POOP FOR BAIT
        THE ANGUISH OF BEING KILLED
        FOR WANT OF A CLOSER SMELL
        possibly a relative….
        POETRY SWINGS ON HEAVY HINGES
        NOSTALGIA FOR DOORS
        ACCEPTANCE OF THE WORLD AS IT IS
        HALF DENYING SUBSTITUTES
        HOLDING HANDS THAT YOU PURCHASED

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      • eatmorewords

        every poem that can ever be written is already there –
        the words just need someone to arrange them –
        nothing is new nowadays –

        the cinemas are full remakes of remakes of remakes of books in 3D – books smell of popcorn

        they don’t remake poems do they?
        they don’t release then with authors commentary?

        Inuit alphabet could never fully describe the dog poop

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      • multiplemichael

        GROOM’S THREATENING WEAPON
        called a “TRESPASSER”
        THE PEOPLE AT THE FRONT DESK
        QUESTION—NOT EVEN A DRY RUN ?
        WERE THEY NEVER IN WANT
        OF SOMETHING TO DO ?
        8000 KISSES
        AND NOT EVEN A FULL-LENGTH CRIME ?

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      • eatmorewords

        wedding night kerffules didn’t go down well in the expensive hotel room – the Gideon’s in a foreign language
        – those involved should have paid the money for the night school course in WEDDING NIGHT ETIQUETTE (how to avoid a lifetime of misery) –
        thoughts of rampant trespass –
        conjugal rights – the fear turns to tears at the limpness – fingers point – never the best start
        excitement trepidation leading to disappointment – the beginning

        she told her to read some cold European prose to cool down

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      • eatmorewords

        a straight-faced recap of the fall, pompously solemn on the evening news full of reconstructions of the eggmans fateful day – auditions were held – a costume ordered – pants had to be tailored made to fit his circumference – once inside the costume the actor couldn’t piss for hours – the crows were just taxidermist cast offs nailed to roof – they had eyes but couldn’t see –

        they bore no witness

        Facebook campaigns to find the culprits – rewards offered –

        tiny fragments of shells started to appear on eBAY – no certification of authenticity –
        the eggman as martyr –

        the future people would wear eggs pedants round skinny necks

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  5. multiplemichael

    SHE is the slippery word…the living proof
    SHE is more than the surface of her skin
    SHE is ancestral and self-splitting if given a chance
    a muscular outlet with a hairless backside
    a lingo maniac awkward in the automobile
    SHE dreams in triumph and disappointment
    violent pride and rigid living space regulations
    SHE is John Wayne and I am her sixgun

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  6. multiplemichael

    the children of Adam playing
    you remained inside, cleansing and purifying
    you could not take the smudge of earth
    teeth grazing your privates
    superstition made you stay inside
    the fear of death
    of being flooded with sin
    other children were full of salt
    common peril………………self-destruction
    the character development of a mutty blend
    willing arms around the hole of your psyche
    fingers like the blades of scissors
    snip you genetically free
    as you erase yourself you also erase me

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  7. multiplemichael

    Norman’s mother saved you from all the pokey stuff
    saltine men, condensed fluids, authenticity
    words exploit another’s appetite
    love-hate/father-son
    the coax to give it a try
    to have the smudge of dirt
    the special secret recipe

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  8. multiplemichael

    people who live the awful sameness on earth in order to get to heaven
    crush ice for mixed drinks in heaven
    when you die you lose your uncontrollable impulses
    your puppet can no longer use his legs
    animal instincts out the window at 90 mph
    life becomes a drama of rot and stench
    the smell of meat causes sex nausea

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  9. multiplemichael

    MILLIONS OF TIMES YOU HAVE SPOKEN OF THE AHABS OF THE WORLD
    AHAB HAD SKIN OF AMAZING THICKNESS—HE WAS MAN-MADE
    WHEN YOU THINK OF HIM, HE BECOMES PARALYZED
    HIS LEGS REFUSE TO STAND OR WALK
    TO WHAT EXTENT SELF-INFLICTED ?
    OH SURE, HE HAD A DISTURBED MIND
    A TORTURED IMAGINATION
    A POOR STREAM OF PISS
    ————————————-
    on the birthday card: “dead, gone to unknown address”
    except for his signature these were possibly his only written words

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  10. multiplemichael

    men in black with spyglasses, hidden narrative identified
    somewhat peculiar narrative…..are you an amateur sleuth ?
    discovery makes a mystery a mystery….artistic calculation
    events often appear to be accidents or coincidences
    try to focus on the known and not the unknown
    everyday reality is the lead-dog, the “upfront”
    try not to leave the hard feel of reality
    softness turns to blur
    leave dreams in bed

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  11. multiplemichael

    straightforward face value—readers with outstretched arms totter
    just try to orient yourself—suck it up and be real—your fancy memory did not occur
    if you retrace your steps, you haven’t gone the long miles you claim
    not your intolerable brother but your other self…..your double, your reflection
    sarcastic noble-birds spit at you—they’ve had dealings with your imitation
    if you could understand their tongue, you would hear them call you, “Imp of the Poddy”
    they seem to speak in whispers unlike your voice which is an echo of an angry kodiak
    I know you chuckle at your split, you pride yourself in your trek away from conscience

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  12. multiplemichael

    almost tranquility and then the rat gets stuck in the elevator lung
    and the elevator coughs up photographs
    not just any photographs
    but photographs of you
    the entire dramatic reversal takes place in seconds
    metropolitan toothpicks and hobo structures
    you were quoted, “life is controlled motion”
    “LIFE IS CONTROLLED MOTION”

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  13. multiplemichael

    when other girls and boys were kissing photographs of Gary Cooper
    you were sticking push pins in a foothold on reality
    you found it so important to know the difference between thousandths of an inch
    vexing white string strung from push pin to push pin
    you had caught Americanism at an early age
    you were more American than actual Americans
    of course, you did have a Swiss knife

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  14. multiplemichael

    all these people kept telling me that the face must be relaxed to the point of emptiness
    relax, relax and then and only then expression will appear of itself
    ( the ringmaster smacks of sour grapes ) feelings cannot be extorted
    remember when you dropped all intellectual inhibitions and let your feelings have free access ?
    you called it your Johnny Boy Method and your mother called it torment
    “all expression should be spontaneous” and then your father almost made contact
    somehow you pulled yourself together and wished him under the wheels of anything onrushing

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  15. multiplemichael

    YOU HAVE POSTPONED AND AVOIDED GOD AND THE DEVIL
    YOU HAVE HIDDEN A LADDER UNDER YOUR BED
    YOUR SOCKS WILL NOT PROTECT YOU FROM THE FLAMES
    THE LADDER IS NOT TALL ENOUGH
    ALL THE WORDS WRITTEN AND HALF OF THE CHEESE MADE IN DENMARK
    ——————-WILL NOT SAVE YOU———————————–
    it is a problem best not left till after death
    the screaming in the flames sounds worse when your screams join in
    contemplate the past
    erase and erase some more

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  16. multiplemichael

    HELL WOULD SURELY REPLACE THE EXPECTED HEAVENLY BLISS
    REFLECTIONS ON THE BLUE-BLACK BULLS IN THE MOONLIGHT
    SUBJECT MATTER FOR NAILS ON A CHALKBOARD
    THE WEDDING BED STUCK IN A DARK CORNER
    DEFLOWERED AND DEFLOWERED AGAIN
    SO MUCH MISDIRECTED FORCE
    PSYCHIC IMPOTENCE
    IN A SHOEBOX
    FORGOTTEN

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  17. multiplemichael

    A THING IN ITSELF AND A TOKEN OF SOMETHING MORE
    HE SAID THAT HE WAS SELF-INDULGENT
    AND YOU WERE THINKING OF SISTERS
    AFFECTATION…..IS IT DIFFERENT THAN THE REAL THING ?
    MORNING AND NIGHT ARE NO LONGER DISTINGUISHABLE
    THE HAND WITH THE GLOVE SEEMS SO MUCH HEAVIER
    THE HEAVENS FROWN ON AIMLESS SPEWS
    EDDIES OF HONEYMOON-LIKE MOVEMENT
    NOTHING DRAB OR ORDINARY ABOUT LIFE
    THE SEASHORE OF EMOTIONAL CLOSENESS
    WHAT A SHADOW YOUR MANHOOD CASTS !!!

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  18. multiplemichael

    is it true on your first date she asked you to sniff her behind ?
    the simple stink of rotted cabbage
    you were so happy it wasn’t in the family of horse pee and week-old straw
    your nose was always an outdoor kind of nose
    no more heavenly a smell than a fresh paved road
    you with your coal tar on a rag

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  19. multiplemichael

    POISONED RELATIONSHIPS—EITHER TOO MUCH TALK OR NOT ENOUGH
    AS A CHILD YOU WERE DEALT A SEVERE BLOW—CROSSED WIRES
    FRIGHTENED BY UNZIPPED FEMALE GENITALIA—GANGLING GIRL SKIN
    WOULD YOU BE PINCHED ?
    ALL THAT MOANING AND PANTING AND CLIMAXING
    THE FLOOR COVERED WITH JUICES
    LOVE REALLY WAS A BATTLE

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    • eatmorewords

      playing fields
      battle fields – frosted ground – a Hansel and Gretel trail of clothes lead eyes to the bedroom – zip fumbled buttons shiny – there is a dark subtext here –

      running hands across smooth surfaces
      everyone looks like someone else today

      on this plain
      death does not exist

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      • multiplemichael

        “WHAT DID YOU SOW ?”
        hope, pleasure, pain, self-recognition, passivity, weakness, myth, sexuality
        poetic inspiration, unacknowledged desire, aggression, dark vision
        ambivalent response, subtle reciprocity, heroic grandeur, byways
        unashamed articulations, blanched vision
        and when I was younger—-peanut butter on my stick

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      • multiplemichael

        WHAT COUNTS AS A POEM ?
        INFORMALITY AND PLAYFULNESS
        MADE IN THE CORNER OF A ROOM
        HANDWRITTEN ON PUBLIC TRANSPORT
        ALIEN DISCOURSE
        OUTER SPACE CODES
        NOTES OF BACKSEAT REJECTIONS
        CONVENTIONAL ERECTIONS
        MUTUAL ERECTIONS
        VOCABULARIES WITH LOCKS ON THE DOOR
        JISM PUT TO ARTISTIC USE
        *poetically skillful at producing jism

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  20. multiplemichael

    GNAWING QUESTIONS
    ***********************************************************************the mollusk in your underpants********
    DID YOU MAKE A TERRIBLE BARGAIN ?
    POSSIBLY MISINFORMED ABOUT CERTAINTIES
    PEOPLE DEMAND TO KNOW OF YOUR HARVEST
    SHE CUT YOUR HEAD IN ANGER
    YOU SEEMED SO RIGID
    WHY WOULD YOUR CO-SLEUTH HARM YOU ?
    (impending death makes people nervous about the harvest)

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    • eatmorewords

      this is not the season to talk of sowing seeds – cold earth & the frustrated gravediggers – nothing can grow now

      good intentions count for nothing

      she wrote all the questions down that gnawed away –

      “Oh Captain”…she often murmured – the cold fear of mutineers – go look out the window,
      move the curtain and have a look,

      the mountains are getting smaller and that tree is dead the clouds no longer resemble anything you’ve said

      night is coming
      cloaking us and it sets as we walk
      away

      the detectives are being watched

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      • multiplemichael

        the detectives have photographs of you kissing Yoko
        through the dull dead curtains
        did romance really lurch to a halt like a truck with bad brakes ?
        did you get right to the point ? were you instructed to circle the fuzzy zone ?
        she told me that you had a pocket full of half-rotten bananas
        ( paydirt to a psychoanalyst ????????)

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      • multiplemichael

        DETECTIVE WHISPERS, “GEOGRAPHY IS EVERYWHERE”
        IRASCIBLE, DOGMATIC, APHORISTIC
        LUMPS IN THE OTHERWISE SOFT POETIC BEDDING
        POETS MUST EXPAND THE RANGE OF EXPERIENCE
        NOT JUST WEAR BRIGHT YELLOW RUBBER BOOTS
        AND TALK SALTY
        ( or live with a woman who sprays avant-garde bathroom scents like “FELICITOUS”

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      • eatmorewords

        lost track of the thread – unravelled jumper, a cats plaything the ball of twine, uncoiled
        and tried to pull it tight but it snapped
        two ends no middle

        nothing attached to the hobo – no connections all jangled and frayed

        ( romanticised image of the hob
        infected with wanderlust, a desire to get back to better time,
        a rejection of modern things,
        MODERN WAYS
        him alone with his thoughts, the landscape, mountains, travelling hither and yon –
        through geography
        over geography (but no one mentions railroad sodomy and the smell of alcohol)

        the poet can make this all sound better
        can dismiss the detective and solve the crime

        YELLO BOOTS ON A MARTIAN LANDSCAPE SOMEWHERE IN NEVADA

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      • multiplemichael

        varying degrees of pleasure
        detectives with peculiar powers
        blurring of sexual boundaries
        a mixture of sticks and holes
        a juxtaposition of narrative
        men clinging to men
        women lodging with women
        feminine oral tenderness
        singing birds in the hair
        all circles touched

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      • multiplemichael

        the detectives have magazines of slick underage mollusk
        well-proportioned port—parts rejoined
        longing for home
        beggars with their hands
        gift-givers with five fingers
        at a wild party once
        the host screamed, “change hands”
        *the hope of homecoming

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      • eatmorewords

        traced bloodline through a snake of veins – degrees of separation – linked from afar – a backstory of faces half hidden behind rumours and lost paragraphs
        a coat of arms
        syringes and broken toys

        watched by people with small heads and big eyes in municipal rooms –

        avoiding the temptation to touch – her body and the Pavlovian reaction –

        the rocking chair by the window
        vantage point across the horizon

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    • eatmorewords

      she kept picking at the mole
      she dug inside under her skin
      revulsion pinches every inch of skin
      the wind in her sails
      reversed the polarity

      she ran and glanced at her feet separated from their motion
      and the direction in which she was going

      the stem the nub the length

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      • multiplemichael

        A WELL-WORN MOLE—THE WRITER’S BLOCK MOLE
        SHE PUT HER FINGER INSIDE UNDER THE SKIN
        A SCHOOLGIRL ADVENTURE
        PRESSED TO DIVULGE THE SOURCE
        GROPING FOR ANY MEDIUM OF EXPRESSION
        TOUCHING THE MOLE MADE HER WET
        THE SMALL SPRING INSIDE HER GROOVE
        SO DRY UNTIL YOU TOUCH THE FLOW
        ONE FAT FINGER IS ALL SHE CAN HOLD

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      • multiplemichael

        sights, sounds, and smells are characterized
        always another source of departure
        any opening that a finger might slip inside
        schoolgirls have a peculiar perfection
        in slipping a finger inside
        labored under the skin
        that specific pressure point
        no better reception for poetry

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      • multiplemichael

        THOSE WHO DO NOT SHARE IT
        ???????????????????????????
        the savage, the barbarian, the unenlightened
        I wanted the singers of songs to enjoy the songs
        I prayed to my STARWHEEL
        the alternative worlds of poets are not good enough

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      • multiplemichael

        no one talks about same-sex play
        propulsion in the shadows
        aggressive testicles
        architectural placement
        mathematical movements
        rotation and release
        the first time
        you notice
        peanut butter
        on your stick

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  21. multiplemichael

    ————oh my goodness, you mentioned the MOLE—————–
    is the MOLE the mother of all wombs ?
    She put her finger inside under the skin
    tampon after tampon was inserted
    the strings were a challenge
    revulsion pinches every inch of skin
    WORMS IN A SHOEBOX POINT NORTH
    I told you about a forgotten form of sleep
    shut out, we no longer hear the serpent
    readers ask me to veil my words
    not to mention the visitations
    to find divinity in drugs
    all notion of poetry
    attack–destroy

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  22. multiplemichael

    Johnny Boy dangled by his hands from a limb of a tree
    naked and politely dormant, his intellect caged
    solitary time in that skull, possibly hiding
    from motions and sounds
    and other creatures
    and commitments
    I’ve asked him to separate
    the animal from the civilized
    being savage and guilty of carnivorous suddenness
    always maintaining the necessary distance and control
    terrified of being psychologically maimed
    rolled in a carpet of bleakness
    and forgotten, misplaced

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  23. multiplemichael

    what could not be overcome had to be securely hidden
    all the things others did that were beyond doing
    or even attempting to do
    tempting reality was kept outdoors
    there was a strong dividing line
    ——the good compass points north———-
    unpalatable realities were to go to neighboring homes
    big fat rats ready to explode

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  24. multiplemichael

    autopilot:
    the narrow plank
    between her legs
    serpent spit
    shoo away the genital snake
    ———————————————-
    private acts of daily life
    leap and plunge in the shower
    dog in hand safe from curious eyes
    hush, hush—not too much noise
    shuddering man milk unmothered

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  25. multiplemichael

    somebody said that the moment we sin
    we develop the freedom to act independently
    self-knowledge has a lot of responsibility
    I know that they have a gun pointed at your family
    they want the plutonium 239 and the Curie diary
    our story assumes a new and different meaning
    the rules we honor have been invalidated

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    • eatmorewords

      rules are there to be moulded
      changed

      The diaries are written in hieroglyphics, pictures for letters, people are words, she died with the cipher that computers can’t fathom

      my family are safe, R.Nevilles gun only shot blanks we can only sin if we are free and independent

      this story is a story of our time

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  26. multiplemichael

    it is difficult to act out of free will
    big fat rats are ready to explode
    life is full of painful losses
    interplay is so dangerous
    jazz is often a combination
    jazz is what is left after the rats explode
    with no definite proof:
    right 12 left 15 right 18
    good luck

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    • eatmorewords

      jazz is freedom
      it’s fresh air that not everyone can breath
      some can choke
      time signatures that follow no mathematical rules – you can’t tabulate your soul

      miles Davis was big in France where he smoked their cigarettes and learned their language – ( only small bits though)

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  27. multiplemichael

    Italian cigarettes are 100% better than French cigarettes
    Miles Davis may have played jazz and made jazz albums
    but he never listened to the crap in his free time
    Intellectuals praise jazz as being so special
    but it is all a LIE
    not one person in America listens to jazz
    unless they are forced to
    unless they make money from it
    unless they are pulling the wool over someone’s eyes
    jazz sucks big time
    it makes you feel like you’re driving blind on the freeway
    like you’re riding a bicycle with no handlebars
    like you’re kissing a duck or a chicken
    if anyone does listen to jazz—they are a villain
    you should put hundreds of miles between you and them
    people who listen to jazz are like those people who stomp on baby animals
    they often suffer from venereal disease and/or leprosy of the brain and/or worse

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      • multiplemichael

        ice is just cold water
        jazz is not music
        it may be on the radio
        real people do not listen to it
        where jazz is playing—fraud, corruption, and deception can’t be far off
        having ignored warning—birds who listen to jazz often find themselves cooked
        jazz is imitation music——–no meat in that nut
        if you listen to jazz—-make it your most deepest darkest secret
        never—and I mean never confess to that deed

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      • eatmorewords

        – confessions from hither and yon –

        like her exposed hem
        I tried not to touch

        and like the mushroom cloud worn like a hat over Nagasaki I tried to not look

        and with the unrelenting questions she asked, i tried not to think
        answer suppressed at source

        and with the jazz I tried to resist but some things have a greater pull then gravity – a stronger pull then love

        something magnetic washed over me – like waves
        like Emily’s touch it was soft and hard and slow and fast and confusing and sensual and painful and tender and it’s an argument i see both sides of but I don’t kill baby animals and I hide in the open under the sun and this is my jazz confession –

        you can judge a man by the secrets he can keep

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      • multiplemichael

        I tried to touch the smile in science
        I underlined imperfections in the Curie Diary
        fault-finding (vigorous devil)
        Curie Science was a real hatchet-job
        it was a miracle they could cultivate the green
        I say, “pierces the veil”
        you say, “pierces the curtain”
        who would follow their tracks ?
        wayside shelter—warm arms to hold you
        Miles Davis pumping out background music
        the notes like a boisterous elevator
        or a carnival ride gone wild

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      • multiplemichael

        to imagine with other imaginations
        the luxury of another day
        you watch the world pass by
        a thousand or more of everything
        you must bring clarity to mind
        sort through multiplicity

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    • eatmorewords

      delays in replies hunkered down across the border in another land where they have done away with vowels
      destroyed language
      carry colourful currency
      have no concept of jazz
      they speak of abduction freely – cow carcasses tot in open fields

      there is a french word for the gap between when you think something and when you write it down

      it’s untranslatable but I’ve seen it
      So had dearest Emily

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      • multiplemichael

        notes like cries of help from a boisterous elevator
        or a small child hanging by one foot from a carnival ride gone wild
        Michael of the upward curve
        having just returned from Paris
        where he was permitted to run wild
        and get a taste of freedom
        having taken the Devil’s advice
        and drowned in backroom dialogue
        yes, life is populated with serpents
        face-to-face encounters ?
        when God arrives
        He will be covered in the faces of humanity
        ARE YOU A FACE OF GOD ?

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      • eatmorewords

        according to pictures Jesus was a young man with a beard – hippyish – hoboish – possible unclean?

        the beard as a sign of devoutness itches away at those nagging doubts, those unanswered questions but the beard is part of the masquerade – an attempt to hide something

        do you trust men with beards?

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      • multiplemichael

        I WENT TO THE LIBRARY AND ERASED THAT FRENCH WORD
        THAT MEANS THE TIME GAP BETWEEN THINKING SOMETHING
        AND ACTUALLY WRITING IT DOWN
        I HAD TO GIVE THE HEAD-BOSS LADY $50 AND MULTIPLE INVITATIONS
        I TOLD HER THAT IT WAS AN ACT OF ARTISTIC NONSENSE
        SHE SAID THAT SHE WAS INTO NOMADIC SEXUALITY
        DOES THAT HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH WEARING TOO TIGHT SHOES ?
        ——————————————————————————–TWO TIGHT SHOES ?

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      • multiplemichael

        NOMADIC SEXUALITY:
        IRREDUCIBILITY OF SEXUAL DIFFERENCE
        IN KENTUCKY: ANTISOCIAL SEXUALITY
        ALL WORDS PERFORM FOR AN AUDIENCE
        MYSTERIOUS RATES HIGHER THAN INAPPROPRIATE
        “SO HE TORE OFF HIS CLOTHES AND BEHAVED LIKE A BEAR”
        CHILDREN BECAME RECUPERATIVE SNACKS

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      • multiplemichael

        poetry written by married women without husbands
        men who searched and found women with tight oysters
        eager to sign up for nomadic sexuality
        ravishing climax after climax
        changing colors
        eerie oral
        *buttering up new verbs

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  28. multiplemichael

    every creeping thing that creeps
    fears of homelessness
    self-satisfied living
    often connected with memory
    hungry creatures live in dark memories
    wanting to be at home in the darkness
    wanting to forget horrific fragmented scenes
    those snapshots of the grave
    dreaming in a state of death

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    • multiplemichael

      in the bushes before the bus
      mating behavior and copulation
      pheromones are everywhere
      motivation is switched to “high alert”
      friendly intentions are a red flag
      all focus glued to bust size
      waist-to-hip ratio

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      • eatmorewords

        copulation from the tube where impurities drain –
        someone
        something
        somewhere had a sense of humour –

        meat fountains
        sex sticks

        laughter at school book diagrams pointing as it goes in
        filled many with terror – gave many the screaming heebeegeebeeies

        no blushing in the elevator
        puddles left at the bus stop

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      • multiplemichael

        PEOPLE WHO WORK THE LOVE CIRCUIT AT MOTELS
        WEAR MULTIPLE WATCHES
        SO SAD TO SEE WOMEN WHO WEAR DRAPERY
        CURTAINS FROM FUNERAL HOMES
        CURTAINS DUSTED WITH HARSH LANGUAGE
        SO SAD TO SEE WOMEN WITH NO SENSE OF RHYTHM
        HAVING LIVED A LIFE OF DEFECTIVE RHYTHM
        FORCED TO SWALLOW SALTY RHYMES
        AN AMATORY GOURD WITH OPENINGS
        —3D—DIMINISHED, DERIVATIVE, AND DOOMED

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    • eatmorewords

      unsuitable man incompatible woman square pegs in round holes – square woman and holes – smooth out rough edges

      all my woman have been the same
      two arms
      head and eyes
      hair and legs
      a variety of organs varying in size

      I’ve been in love for 5246 days

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      • multiplemichael

        he even nonsensified himself as being multiple
        (proud of his cutlery)
        nonsense geography outside the window
        prolonged adolescence
        a boy on the threshold of knowledge
        forced to fritter away his life
        the drudgery of employment
        trekking on concrete stained
        with asthma and bronchitis
        one dries yellow to brown
        the other odd green—cloudy
        at night one still hears the sirens
        little to no silence in the grave
        betrayal by the words of the world

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      • eatmorewords

        although he’s never seen it
        or touched it
        Charles Manson revered Liverpool –
        saw it as the birthplace of the four horsemen – (the Beatle King high on his saddle) –
        a spiritual land by a river
        a sound and a place

        he keeps a map of the of the city hidden in his cell – he looks at it and hums Ob-la-di Ob-la-da to himself

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      • multiplemichael

        we find ourselves rooted in ordinary life
        extraordinarily sensitive
        —so lucky to have someone
        a cool person even in the bucket of hard times
        the sulphorous smell of an old fashioned match
        lighting an Italian cigarette

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      • eatmorewords

        a big fish in a small pond
        in Liverpool he’s known by another name
        an invisible name
        a name you wouldn’t understand (it’s dialect – fat to tongue and magical vowels)

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      • multiplemichael

        a commentator registering through his poetry
        complex motives—ones often badly misunderstood
        floating about in a world of words
        very little to provide stability and direction
        he often asks—“what hold on identity ?”

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      • multiplemichael

        Johnny Boy seems to cut through the surface of things
        LIKE AN X-RAY
        intense sensory knowledge
        a warehouse of information
        the proud parent of blood touching blood
        an authentic self on the globe
        *Black Sabbath when Black Sabbath was really Black Sabbath

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      • multiplemichael

        French Neurologists came up with a term, “coma depasse”
        basically it means that the victim is 20 miles past a coma
        but not dead
        it is far worse than dead
        expensive and time consuming
        a waste of warm organs
        ———-you can call demons from the phone at the ICU nurse station

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      • multiplemichael

        permanent loss of intellect
        do you remember
        when they poured ice water in your ears ?
        suddenly Norwegians were driving Buicks
        burlesque style automobiles
        words to be read
        for comedic effect

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      • multiplemichael

        the poet with his foot in intended immediacy
        immediate gratification
        a gift without outcome
        do-all and then piddle-paddle
        around the interior world
        rooms are only walls
        long ago sacrificed
        the most valuable commodity
        no glue will do
        the rip is torn

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  29. multiplemichael

    your extended finger spits
    ———————————————-I’ve called a priest
    so no one can separate our grasp
    severed parts no more
    religion be strong glue
    unnatural should not
    be a stumbling block
    blissfully unnatural
    siphons of love

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  30. multiplemichael

    inappropriate quacking with Emily Dickinson
    one becomes a poet and poetry is revenge
    animals in underwear—all that human training
    mutual regard is premium but will it be tolerated ?
    displacement is everywhere
    insects and people
    overheated

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  31. multiplemichael

    they kept kissing him on the head—love given love returned
    sealed off from the outside world you listen to the soundtrack of the Exorcist
    it is no secret that you have been shirtless only two times in your adulthood
    people in Florida go topless all the time “show your shell”
    ever-changing, ceaselessly shifting dong in the pouch
    what about scientific control ? a golden crown ?
    you just wanting to pin things down
    Push Pin Johnny
    restless, knowing soon there will be atomic explosions
    smiles to be found in the past, possibly in backrooms
    the storm cloud becomes the Lord
    the book of Genesis from the start
    *seven folders of explosion photos

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  32. multiplemichael

    creational word of God, bursting outward
    the dance and the drums are a thing of the past
    angel voices in the blackness
    birds have plucked the sky clean
    the twinkling eyes are gone
    onlookers have lost their importance
    no one counts the crows

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  33. multiplemichael

    without seeming either insulting or discourteous
    the bedroom door was nailed shut
    “there will be no sleep or funny stuff in there”
    a particular discourtesy perhaps
    a man or a number of men
    personal concern for chastity
    succumbing to a wet command
    social or sexual ?
    this pretense of waking
    with wood and hunger
    uncertain ground
    she said, “size alone is permission”
    circumcision of flesh and spirit
    the perils of red herring
    clarity significantly blurred
    beard or bush ?
    kicked by fears
    physical deformity
    accompanies
    the
    disproportion of size
    a girdle one must never remove
    ADAM HAS MADE HIMSELF SAFE
    ADAM HAS TIED HIMSELF INTO AN ENDLESS KNOT

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    • eatmorewords

      Emily & the Otis men
      the faces of Joan
      radium at the Curie house, unsold and curtainless

      curdled filth inside
      oozes out side

      bookended life
      like a well thumbed volume

      paper chase paper chased

      pyramids of “what if”

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      • multiplemichael

        the axe descending over Emily’s head
        social constraints haunt her
        my dear little Emily
        flinching to fear
        Otis men run
        strengths and weaknesses
        all disagreements are one of degree

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      • multiplemichael

        elevators take one to different levels of the intellect
        abstract thinking in the rational mind
        call the Otis repairmen
        ————————————
        early symptoms of radium on bourgeois sensibility
        to reacquaint with the small worm-like brain
        precocious thoughts hungry
        palpable text
        leaking the imagery of blood
        retrograde pagan anxiety and fear
        endless years around the fire
        the drum beats
        fuzzy infantilism
        the pure dark black of night
        warm inside mother…good or bad
        the grimace of horror on father’s face

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      • multiplemichael

        the vindictive last laugh… life-size
        Adam and Eve piggyback on sky witnesses
        multiplicities of meaning
        ever-changing tenderness
        forbidden tryst in the bushes
        Freudian snakes wet with jism
        other men have tried to melt the ice
        on the fringes of skin
        wedding night goo
        nut sack dwellers
        unstudied

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      • multiplemichael

        DETECTIVES WERE HUNGRY FOR THE MEREST ADJECTIVE
        ANY DEGREE OF NONCONFORMITY
        THE POUNDS ON THE DOOR BRING CHILLS
        HAVING ONLY FOUR WORDS
        AND THEY WANT EIGHT
        IMPOSING CHAINS AND BARS
        SADISTIC LEGAL WORMS
        WHY DID YOU TURN THE COMPUTER ON ?

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        DEATH FROM THE DEUTSCHLAND
        PARTICIPANTS IN THE DARKNESS
        WERE THEY BOMBS FROM THE BIBLE ?
        THE LIPS OF THE DEAD CANNOT BE SILENCED
        PAINFUL, DISTURBING SOUNDS ARE MUSIC DOWN BELOW

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      • multiplemichael

        FOR THE MERRIMENT OF MEN
        THE SHAFT OF ENTERTAINMENT
        A SOURCE OF FEAR
        A WEIGHTY LOAD IN THE SACK
        BLIND PEOPLE IN JEOPARDY
        THE TRANSPORT OF UNBORN CHILDREN
        A PONDEROUS LENGTH OF TUBE
        DRIVES ITSELF INTO THE CORE
        SAFELY INDOORS THEY START THEIR SWIM
        THANK YOU LORD FOR THE HEAVENLY DEPOSIT
        * the agitated ship mother (white ape from Kentucky #27)

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      • multiplemichael

        an appetite for gramophone records
        fancy pants and American jazz
        Joan in the scenario, “happy being unhappy”
        soured romance over twice in the backseat of a taxi
        embracing polarities, money and sex
        learned polarity, no maps or compass proud
        spectator and performer, something that can’t be photographed

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  34. multiplemichael

    Adam has made himself safe
    Adam has tied himself into an endless knot
    (I copied that from the Curie Diary)
    Atomic Adam will reveal himself in increasing nakedness
    he stands with his hand high in the air
    he is beautiful

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  35. multiplemichael

    speech no longer demonstrates skill
    within your silks and tapestries
    verbal insulation
    trumpet fanfare
    winter will yield
    comfort and cinematic outdoors
    the curtains of privacy will open wide
    weird events to be experienced
    a miniature world nightmarishly complete
    the challenge of nature
    Adam is naked before us
    naked to his circumstances
    what is most important—his integrity or his identity ?
    his hand raised high
    his lower charms exposed
    should he bend for probing ?
    private language in public ?
    an expression of love ?
    (fear-based acts in 2014)

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    • multiplemichael

      THEY WRAPPED YOU IN WOOL
      AND CALLED YOU A WORM
      CARNIVOROUS BEINGS
      CONSUMED THE DEAD BLIND FOLKS
      BIRDS CRAZY FOR SCRAPS
      RAW FLESH NUTRITION
      BLOOD-HUNGER IS IN THE BOOK
      MONSTERS MASQUERADING AS CHRIST

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      • eatmorewords

        seven rings of hell
        and the lift stops at each one
        sweating Otis men demand payrises for working in these harsh conditions

        Christ was just seen as Chris,
        the man who bought the Curie house

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      • multiplemichael

        BLIND PEOPLE WITH THEIR INWARD VIRTUE
        ALL THAT GRACE AND ONE CANNOT SEE THE FLOOR
        SEWED-UP UNDERWEAR BECAUSE OF THE BUDGET
        A USE FOR BROOMS OFTEN IGNORED
        NICODEMUS POINTING A FINGER
        NO ONE NOTICES

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      • eatmorewords

        seven rings of hell
        and the lift stops at each one
        sweating Otis men demand payrises for working in these harsh conditions – the job description never mentioned burning souls – never ending vertigo the constant elevation constant descent like a yo-yo

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      • multiplemichael

        *******************************
        said to his Lord, The Christ
        Verily, Verily, I say unto thee:
        beggars for bones
        no skeleton safe
        savages without proper words
        visitors missing stew parts
        Cherubim welcome

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      • multiplemichael

        defenseless as though he were naked
        he longed for death
        pressing a knife against his throat
        “this hotel will tumble”
        imagistic poetry: the hotel was blue
        10,000 years of living in a cave in Kentucky
        plots, metaphors, dollar store extrinsic associations
        all that Bob Dylan music
        stark visions of the wife and the little ones
        they were sticking outside the outlines
        Norman’s mother was complaining
        she had died a thousand deaths of neglect
        tuberculosis in her main tube
        if you had only reached down there
        with a long spoon

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      • eatmorewords

        breakdown and recovery services aren’t just for cars –
        lost people crumbling inside
        by the side of a road,
        in an office corner late at night –
        tear stains and trembling regrets

        Normans mother requested being picked up – her internals were not as they should be – she need someone to put her right – a professional hand, hairy, to direct and reconnect her to right path – time and money was not a problem – however it would take time to locate the appropriate long spoon

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      • multiplemichael

        JOAN OFTEN HAS DREAMS ABOUT AL JOLSON’S BLACKFACE
        COLOR AND THE OUTER SKIN—BEARSKIN ON THE KODIAKS
        RUMORS THAT HER FACE WAS MADE FROM INFANT POSTERIORS
        THE NEW PHYSICALITY—THE EXTERIOR SURFACE
        MASQUERADE INSIDE THE BEARSKIN—WHAT DOES IT FEEL LIKE ?

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      • multiplemichael

        one must participate imaginatively with Mick Jagger
        he is filthy rich but lives like a caged animal
        a programmed machine loyal to his specific programming
        he was introduced to Joan at a rebirthing party
        Joan being the mother lode of stretched skin
        entertained Mick with kill-or-be-killed stories of plastic surgery
        her favorite doctor, The Dark Lord prophesied Mick
        that the three-dimensional face would come
        the face that no sane surgeon would touch

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      • multiplemichael

        Jesus was a man and he found it uncomfortable to do his manful occupation
        to trample on other men, women, and children
        he was constantly dazzled by the size of his ego
        he was not only a man but also a hero
        he was a man with all the fun parts cut out

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      • multiplemichael

        —————————-THE NUMBER ONE SONG, “KEEP THOSE ZIPPERS ZIPPED”
        —————————-VORACIOUS APPETITE
        —————————-AMPHETAMINES
        THE POET DRESSED IN OUTWARD VIEW, THE INNER CHAP NUDE
        IN TREMBLING MEMORY OF SODOMY WITH A FRIEND
        THE DIFFICULTY OF SUCCESS WITH THE GRIMMER CHEEKS
        DEEP PERSONAL NEEDS, LAID LOW WITH A FROWN

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  36. multiplemichael

    all situations are the end result of a choice
    words become bullets
    victims unworthy of mercy
    the spotlight being on “nonintervention”
    the central concern of life-like poetry
    earthbound carrying an ocean of blood
    everything of value beyond our sight
    the cruel enigma of nature

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    • eatmorewords

      the tender stem
      non-intervention
      things run their course
      stick to the path and stay off the moor – werewolves hide in the shadow of the blue bulls – urban myths have a slither of truth – a stains of reality –
      stuck to the path –
      Joan has disappeared , possibly melted under the sun – dead but full of vitamin c – 78% plastic with a half life of 5,000years – the future men will find her attractive but odd looking

      The cruel enigma of nature

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      • multiplemichael

        you speak of poor Joan as if she were a peculiarity of Kentucky
        as if her name was a hideous word
        as if all insults have lost their savor
        Joan is the Queen of Profanity
        her language could set rocks on fire
        you are kindly and generous to her face
        it seems to be an open book
        a source of the unspellable

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      • multiplemichael

        Joan rubbed horseradish down there on her honeymoon
        her husband was quoted as saying,
        “thank God, I don’t have to do that again”
        utilitarian sex had signed the signature of the law
        neighbors complained about the cries
        graphic pain in five languages
        jism poured out red

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      • multiplemichael

        -CONTINUOUS SWEARING
        -PEAK SWEARING
        -SWEARER’S REPERTOIRE
        -GODLESS HEATHENS
        -BIBLE THUMPERS
        -NIHILIST, AGNOSTIC, ATHEIST
        -BLUE WORDS
        -UNCOMFORTABLE HOLES
        -EXTRAORDINARY INSULTS
        -UNEXPECTED INSULTS
        -POLITE BUT PROFANE
        -STOUT AND PROFANE
        -UNDER THE BRIDGE LANGUAGE
        -MEXICAN CURSING
        -MOANS FROM A KNIFE FIGHT
        -AN EPITHET, A BLACKGUARD CURSE
        -ANT BITES ON THE SCROTUM
        -OLD URINE IN A PEPSI BOTTLE
        -GIGANTIC CURSES
        -STRINGS OF EXPLETIVES
        -RECTUM WORMS
        -A DICTIONARY OF PROFANITY
        -BANDAGED SWEAR WORDS
        -WORDS FROM BELOW THE BELT
        -DIRTY FINGERS FROM TENDING SHEEP
        -NUMBER 2, DOGGY BROWN
        -LOWERED EXPECTATIONS
        -LOUD STUPIDITIES
        -DRENCHING SARCASM
        -DRIPPING FAT
        -DRUNKEN FATHER

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      • multiplemichael

        MICK JAGGER SINGING ABOUT WHEN YOU GET OLD
        HIS INFLATED HORSE BOUNCING AROUND INSIDE HIS SHORTS
        THEY SAY HE GOES TO THE SAME BIRD DOCTOR AS YOKO
        AS AN ARTIST HE CONSTANTLY COPIES A DETERMINATE REALITY
        THERE CAN BE NO MISREPRESENTATION
        IT MUST BE TRUE JAGGER
        NO FLUIDLY INDETERMINATE MOMENTS
        REAL LIFE MAY BE COMPLEX–MULTILAYERED
        MICK JAGGER MUST BE MICK JAGGER
        NO HUCKLEBERRY SWEET-ASS FERNS
        NO FREEZE-DRIED NUGGETS OF BOWIE

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      • eatmorewords

        Jagger is nothing but bones covered in slack skin – but he is true to himself – he has been for the past 200years – all that time in the limelight – he’s only 2ft tall – friend of Yoko
        Lover of Joan
        a secret stash of Kentuckian tobacco on the tour bus

        if life’s path diverged at different points he could have been a fisherman
        a farmer of the land

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      • multiplemichael

        EACH DAY FILLED WITH EAGER FACES
        HAVING LIVED WITHOUT DYING
        HOW EMBARRASSING TO FORGET YOUR FEET
        BEFORE A RACE—UNNOTICED CHILD-ADULT ANTICS
        TOO MODEST FOR A SINGLE SENTENCE RESPONSE
        TO BIND HIMSELF TO A DOMESTIC EXISTENCE
        TRAPPINGS COATED WITH SLOW DEATH
        A TUBERCULOSIS BORN OF WIFE AND CHILDREN

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      • multiplemichael

        ANGER TURNED BACK LIKE COMMANDMENTS
        SELF-METAMORPHOSIS IN PRIVATE
        LINES OF POETRY ERASED
        BOHEMIAN THOUGHTS
        A CHAIR CUSHION THAT SMELLS LIKE HENRY MILLER
        WORM-SWARMING BOTTOM RESTRAINED
        THEY SLIDE OFF THE BED AND CRAWL ON THE FLOOR

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      • multiplemichael

        WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL THE CUTLERY COMMERCIALS ?
        I REMEMBER WHEN DAN RATHER COULD BE SEEN SNIFFING AROUND THE FACTORY
        EXPENSIVE STUFF FOR THE UPPER FRINGE
        REAL LIFE CAN QUICKLY DESCEND TO SILLINESS
        SELF-MOCKERY WITH SMALL HANDLE SPOONS
        YOUNG WHITE MALES BEING BULLIED BY INCHES
        TEENAGE GIRLS SNICKER AT THE WEAKLY ENDOWED

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      • multiplemichael

        IT IS DEATH’S INDIFFERENCE TO STATUS OR SKILL
        THAT TROUBLES MICK JAGGER
        DEAD TODAY—THE SPEAKER AND THE SPOKEN
        THE DIRT IS ALL THAT HE CAN INHERIT
        FANCY BLANKETS WILL NOT LAST LONG

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      • eatmorewords

        I’ve never been involved in a ticker tape parade – never sat in a leather chair in a slow moving motorcade – history moves slow
        decades unravel ahead
        moving like ice bergs, slow, like a couple falling out of love
        incremental trajectory cuts through –

        – Voodoo Jagger
        half man half joke
        snake hipped with lips from Joan’s facial castoff – at the crossroad he sold his soul for cheap cutlery and a smallpox blanket

        (Joan nowadays resembles a melting candle)

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      • multiplemichael

        TWO MILES NORTH OF GRAVEYARD MANOR IS HANGOVER SQUARE
        WOMEN AND BOOZE AND NARCOTIZED BEDROOM POLO
        ALCOHOL-SODDEN PILLOWCASES AND SHEETS OF PROSTITUTION
        MASS-PRODUCED UNPLEASANT EFFECTS
        POPULAR SONGS ON THE RADIO
        A REPERTOIRE OF NASTY CAT SOUNDS
        ORAL IMMEDIACY FOLLOWED BY PURIFYING RELEASE
        OBSTRUCTED MISERY TURNS A TERRIBLE GREEN
        TRAUMATIZED GENDER WITH JISM FOR SNOT

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      • multiplemichael

        JOHNNY BOY WITH HIS CUBIST MATHEMATICAL LANGUAGE
        FAMOUS FOR PUSH PINS AND NEUTRALIZATION OF TRIGGERS
        SEXUAL CUTLERY: HE FORKED HER WITH INTENSE DEVOTION
        SHE CUTS HIM AND HE KNOWS NOT THAT HE HAS BEEN CUT
        THERE WAS A PAUSE AT THE END AND JISM STUCK TO THE CEILING
        VERY FLUIDITY, A SURPRISINGLY PETER NORTH FINALE
        DRAMATICALLY EXPRESSIVE, NOT THE USUAL TEASPOON
        *a man loves a tight anonymous snare

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  37. multiplemichael

    THERE ARE NO SURVIVORS
    PREACHERS MUTE FROM SNAKE BITE
    PHYSICAL WORLD BECOMES A PRISON
    SPIRITUAL COUNTERPARTS DRIFT AWAY
    NATURE CONTINUES TO MAKE NOISE
    CLOUDS MAY MAKE RAIN
    BIRDS MAY POOP
    THE DEAD ARE NEVER FREED

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    • multiplemichael

      JOAN OFTEN FOUND HERSELF BEING PREYED UPON
      SALACIOUS MEN WERE EVERYWHERE
      EVERY SEXUAL BOUT WAS OPENING-NIGHT
      JOAN WAS FAMOUS FOR HER BROADWAY PERFORMANCE
      THE BACKSEAT OF A TAXI—TWICE IN ONE NIGHT
      CHUBBY MEN WITH CABBAGE ON THEIR BREATH
      MUSCULAR MEN WHO WENT SO MUCH DEEPER
      THE SYNAGOGUE CROWD—MELODRAMATIC VICE
      FEMALE SPECIMENS WERE OKAY IF THEY WERE CLEAN
      FRESH LAUNDERED SHORTS AND SERIOUS HYGIENE

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    • multiplemichael

      THE HANDLING OF UNDERGARMENTS
      ORAL GYMNASTICS
      ONE-PIECE ZIPPYJAMAS
      *puritanical hysteria about a female banana ready to be peeled
      **one-piece zippyjamas with a musky smell in the crotch
      ***one long, strong pull

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    • multiplemichael

      I LOVE TO TALK TO MICK JAGGER ABOUT THE MANAGEMENT OF PLEASURE
      LIVING INSIDE A DOCUMENTARY
      A PLACE WHERE FEW CAN VISIT
      A SOCIAL WORLD OF ODD PEOPLE, QUEERS, EXOTIC CREATURES
      I SELDOM LIVE THERE, MY DARLING CRIB ON THE THIRD FLOOR
      AS THEY SAY, “MY UNIT”
      *safe to be silly or sentimental
      **edifying pleasure

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    • multiplemichael

      WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO HAVE A SYNTHETIC VICE?
      ——-A SYNTHETIC FACE—————————————
      JOAN LAID DOWN THE MONEY FOR STANDARDIZED
      BABOONS WITH KNIVES AND SUPER-GLUE
      WHIMSICAL SONGS, SLEEPY TIME
      “HELLO NEW FACE”

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        a sense of broken community
        everyone holding a load of deprived selfhood
        autobiography of coffee and Italian cigarettes
        some people say that there can be recuperation
        readers exit quickly–automatic associations
        the man with the solitary hand
        just think…a bed at the Graveyard Manor
        you speak the tombstone for entry
        inscriptional activation

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      • eatmorewords

        the night of the never ending burglar album has come to pass
        the night of doors slamming has ended
        the new dawn
        her soft skin
        another day

        I can’t remember my childhood dreams. I remember the taste of sweat on my top lip on summer days. Dali ants crawling over dropped ice creams. Vanilla dropped onto postcards Japanese tourists send home. Green grass and new trees. I wrote a story about a contraption. I had a brother. I have a brother. Lacrosse sticks left in the garden overnight. Scribbles in a notepad. I don’t remember everything, little nuances, the first time I saw a mountain. Rain.

        they cut the cloth to fit
        nice and tight

        corpses before their time
        zombie in waiting

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      • multiplemichael

        you opened the door on childhood memories
        the terrible sounds of angry dogs
        I never saw the dogs
        endless hours of black and some days gray
        there was no fresh air
        going to the bathroom was a real negative experience
        everyone spoke German, I spoke German
        my early life was suffering
        it is amazing how many directions agony can take
        still trying to secure sanity
        still trying not to think of punishment and revenge
        *a new life in Indiana (years of treatment) all happy and squeaky clean

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      • eatmorewords

        the hard vowels of the Germanic tongue
        a hundred new ideas nailed to a tree
        the phone falls behind cushions on a sofa
        the phone rings
        I think the sofa is a phone
        she tells me things she thinks I need to hear

        pensioners leave this soil for foreign sun (Florida, somewhere else hot)
        tan tourists die with no insurance
        ashes shipped back in Coke cans

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      • multiplemichael

        YOU TOLD ME THAT REAL POETRY WAS PASSED ON BY WORD OF MOUTH
        NOTHING OUTDOORS BUT TOURISTS, BABBLING TOURISTS
        NO THANKS, VENTRILOQUIZED POETRY IS FOR NON-READERS
        I HAVE A THOUSAND EYES TO READ
        I NEVER LEAVE MY SLEEP
        I DRIVE BY READING
        *90 mph on the ironies

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      • multiplemichael

        you may be richly fitted with the spoils of knowledge
        but you must not resign to silence
        tourist muttering, tourist babbling
        so much better than quiet tongue
        smash your finger with a hammer
        give yourself something to write about
        the epitaph on your gravestone
        I MADE YOKO PROUD

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      • multiplemichael

        plane fall from sky, people temporarily unhappy
        plane fall from sky, ethical and moral considerations
        what is it that the poet thinks ?
        things said in jest—are they true ?
        anxiety is a loyal pet
        people are earning an income trying to locate the missing plane
        many words are spoken about it, stolen passports
        ideas evolve, endless interviews
        * inmates pray for an extra-inning during sodomy

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      • eatmorewords

        luddites world view – man should not fly we are not birds we have feet not wings – planes are the work of the devil – heathen transport and old world views – they write this on computers their is confusion over facts THERE IS NO CONFUSION WITH POETRY
        black box recordings
        faint noises and whispers in foreign – theories of alien abduction suicide pacts mass hallucinations none of this is real

        inmates dream of planes

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      • multiplemichael

        possibly the missing airplane is a part of our self that fell away
        we try to preserve the whole chunk of our being
        but rarely succeed
        we grow up, we mature
        we drop shameful stale handfuls
        goblin hair on the shower drain
        goblin hair around the toilet bowl
        *do not try to pull back parts that have slipped away

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      • eatmorewords

        people fall from the sky every day but it happens so often we don’t notice. Until someone points it out…

        They buried her face down and she dug her way to China where she had a meteoric rise through the ranks of the Communist party. She is remembered on stamps and has national holiday name after her.

        …but not everything works out THAT well.

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      • multiplemichael

        ——————————–LUDDITES————————–
        GOOD LORD, OPPONENENTS OF MACHINE-MADE UNDERWEAR
        ALL DAY PROTECTION…TECHNOLOGICAL PROGRESS
        THE TORMENT OF CHOICE
        BAITED WORDS—CRAZY WANTING THE BAIT
        FRUIT FALLEN FROM HEAVEN ?
        ENDLESS MIDDLEMEN AND STRANGE SOILS
        *24 hour protection for the 24 hour man and woman

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      • multiplemichael

        POETRY BECOMES TRANSCRIPTIONS OF CONVERSATIONS
        I WANTED SO BAD TO TALK TO YOU
        I TRIED AND TRIED TO TALK TO YOU
        YOU WERE AFRAID OF ME
        YOU SAID THAT I WAS THAT GUY
        THAT STABBED PICASSO 27 TIMES
        WITH A VERY SHARP KNIFE
        THAT I KILLED HIM
        THAT I REALLY KILLED HIM
        YOU SAID THAT YOU WOULD CALL THE POLICE
        IF I STOOD OUTSIDE ON THE STREET
        YOU MISTAKENLY THINK THAT I MURDERED
        THE FATHER OF MODERN ART
        THAT MY WORDS ARE WORSE THAN BEDBUGS
        THAT MY POETRY IS CONVERSATIONAL FLOTSAM
        MY POETRY MAY BE TRANSCRIPTIONS
        OF CONVERSATIONS NEVER SPOKEN

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      • eatmorewords

        this is all part of something bigger, something outside of us, incomprehensible to our understanding, possibly we are smaller parts of a bigger plan, of maybe something else, something sinister and computerised? She was adamant I dedicate some thinking time to this. I looked at the mountains that were not outside
        they were but in a book.

        How can I remember thing I never did?

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      • multiplemichael

        WRITING DOWN THE WAY THINGS SEEM
        MISGUIDED IDEALISTS FAINT
        SENTIMENTALISTS AT THE POKER TABLE
        A POET—CREDITABLE OR DISCREDITABLE
        SOMEONE TURNED ON A FLASHLIGHT
        THEY WANTED TO SEE THE MAN BEHIND THE WORDS

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      • eatmorewords

        The poet knows the sound of the gaps between the words – they can spell it – misguided directed lost and circulating – removal of the warts the long talons – I buy sentiment from vending machines – I trade it in at thrift stores – I was the future I’m now the past – I will cross the mountains with bags of books

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      • multiplemichael

        PEOPLE HAVE ENDLESS LISTS OF THE MOST WONDERFUL THING IN THE WORLD
        ——————THE MOST WONDERFUL THING IS “ACCESSIBILITY TO EXPERIENCE”
        ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
        A TOURIST IN A BOOK OF MOUNTAIN PHOTOGRAPHS
        FREE OF MACHINE-PARTS
        AND A SHACK THAT SOLD OUTDATED SNACKS
        ROWS OF PICKLED EGGS WITH SMALL EMBRYO-LIKE CREATURES INSIDE THEM
        ROWS OF PICKLED PIG’S FEET IN PINK BRINE (MOSAIC CHUNKS ON THE BOTTOM)
        ANCIENT HUSTLER MAGAZINES WITH VIGOROUS WOMEN WIDE OPEN
        A HOO-HAW IS A HOO-HAW WHETHER IT BE IN EDEN OR A TWO-BIT POEM

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  38. multiplemichael

    can you give voice to the tombstone words ?
    deceased but not silent
    Johnny Boy in the shadows
    made to pause in reality
    “HALT” seems to be the word of the day
    friends with an apostrophe ?
    *consciousness can be language/fragmented words of a disconnected poop-fest

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    • multiplemichael

      SOILED WORDS————————————————-SOILED WORDS
      ————————-FREE FROM PAST FIXATIONS—————————-
      IN NEED OF A CERTAIN KIND OF LANGUAGE
      A SAFE LANGUAGE, A NEW BED WITH FRESH LINEN
      CLEAN WITH A HINT OF MYSTERY

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      • multiplemichael

        —————-SOILED WORD COLLABORATOR—————————
        YOUR PRIVATE JAIL-YARD CONVERSATIONS
        YOUR PERSONAL CUSTODY
        HISTORICAL ISSUES
        WEARING A MASK IN PUBLIC
        EXCESSIVE HAND-WASHING
        A BROTHER WHO STANDS BAREFOOT
        IN A TUB OF FALSE SERIOUSNESS
        SO SAD TO HAVE GROWN UP IN EROSION
        MUD REPLACES VOCABULARY

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      • eatmorewords

        a threat of blackout back to the stone age – Kentucky cave dwellers will have an evolutionary advantage but a third of Americans don’t believe in evolution – meat monkeys swinging and scratching hairy arses – God knows what they believe in then
        – a belief in words,
        no matter how soiled, leaving a dirty taste

        sore larynx
        she touches my coccyx

        there is the horizon and there are things beyond it

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  39. multiplemichael

    NO DICTIONARY OR GRAMMER NECESSARY IN KENTUCKY
    LIFE BEING AN INARTISTIC STREAM OF BANAL GRUNTS
    EVERYTHING IS ANONYMOUS OR SHOULD BE
    PASSIVE SOILED WORDS
    EVOLUTION WENT BEYOND THE TYPEWRITER
    MECHANIZED WRITING
    POSSIBLE LONGHAND
    A CLEVER CAPTION FOR EACH EVENT
    “HOW TO SUCCEED IN LITERATURE”

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  40. multiplemichael

    IF YOU’RE GOING TO MENTION MEAT-MONKEYS
    WHY NOT MAKE THEM INFANTILE MEAT-MONKEYS ?
    THAT WAY YOU MAY ATTRACT THAT GROUP OF MEN
    WHO HAVE THEIR PRIVATES ON A CONVEYER BELT
    just moving the meat
    MEAT-MONKEYS JABBERING PSEUDO-BABY TALK
    GIRL MEAT-MONKEYS OFTEN HAVE DIRTY KNEES
    THEY ARE BUILT BETTER THAN ONE WOULD GUESS
    *stay away from monkey champagne

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  41. multiplemichael

    MEAT-MONKEYS WITH HEROIC STRENGTH
    HARDWOOD AND WALNUTS KENTUCKY-STYLE
    SQUIRRELS FRIED UP FOR BREAKFAST
    THE TASTE OF A SQUIRREL LIVER
    ANOTHER UNSPENT PENNY
    LIFE A CONSTANT CONTEST
    CHEAP MUSTARD AND DRY HUMOR
    LONG-OVERDUE RECOGNITION

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    • eatmorewords

      in those hours before sunlight
      the thoughts that kept sleep at bay
      re-emerge from the ether to beat you awake –

      my dream machine is broke
      the film flaps at the end of the spool like a loose lace

      a lace undone

      a loose shoe

      the man on the corner with fingers running through an overgrown beard,
      one shoe, flapping sole,
      a flapping soul (?)
      electric chord belt with toaster still attached
      leaves a breadcrumb trail

      he is constantly followed by pecking birds
      flapping ominously overhead

      a thread loose at the centre of this,

      the equator and time,
      like pyramids,
      like shirts
      like colouring books
      all man made

      the thoughts scratch inside

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      • multiplemichael

        THE THOUGHTS SCRATCH INSIDE
        BECAUSE PEOPLE ARE TOO CHEAP
        FOR GOLD-STITCHING
        YOU, THE MASTER OF THE HURT
        LOVE ARROWS
        CARRYING THE BOW OF A PROUD MAN
        I AM SILENT IN YOUR SILENCE

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      • multiplemichael

        THE THOUGHTS SCRATCH INSIDE
        YOUR WORDS TO FATHER
        YOUR SUGAR SO WELCOME
        HIDING FROM THE WORLD
        WAITING FOR A SIGNAL
        A BLAST OF THE TRUMPET ?
        YOU SPEAK OF ORIGIN
        ( a hungry, thirsty Nazi bastard orphan raised in Southern Indiana )
        RAISED IN THE SWEET WATERS
        SAFE FROM STRANGERS
        NOT A SINGLE WOLF IN THE WOODS
        KENTUCKY WAS TO THE SOUTH
        A WORLD OF CAVES AND A FEAR OF FIRE

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    • eatmorewords

      no more letters in your words
      no more sound in the vowels
      an empty voice
      just a mouth
      flapping tongue and teeth

      here, there is no sweltering heat, just wind and rain,
      Scattered relic of bones
      A spattering an animal shit

      My dream machine is broken

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      • multiplemichael

        A DREAM MACHINE THAT SOUNDS LIKE HANDS CLAPPING
        FACELESS CLAPPERS, PEOPLE FROM SEXUAL DAYDREAMS
        WHO IS YOUR BOW ? YOUR ARROWS ?
        SWEET EXPRESSIONS ARE NICE
        BUT THE BOTTOM LINE
        IS THE QUALITY OF THE SMACK
        THE GOOD STUFF, DUST FROM PARADISE
        UNDER HUNDREDS OF VEILS
        A SINGLE CLEAR THOUGHT

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    AN EXTRAORDINARY ATTACHMENT TO Norman’s MOTHER
    SEXUAL MANACLES, CHAINS, HANDCUFFS
    RULE ONE: SLEEP WITH ARMS SECURED
    ONCE MOTHER LEFT THE HOUSE
    NOTHING WAS TOO TEDIOUS, BIZARRE, OR DIFFICULT
    A MAELSTROM OF SEXUALITY
    SELF-DEFINITION KNOCKING AT THE DOOR
    INITIATION INTO ADULTHOOD, TICKET PLEASE
    JOHNNY BOY COLORING THE DETECTIVE BLUE
    HAPPY-FOOTED DARLINGS ON THE DANCE FLOOR
    DIABOLICAL FALLEN ANGELS IN STOLEN UNDERWEAR
    LAUGHING ABOUT HOW INCESTUOUS ADAM AND EVE WERE
    INSTANT ADULTS, EVE BEING THE DAUGHTER OF ADAM
    BORN OF A BONE, A PLAYTHING FROM A RIB

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    • eatmorewords

      the attachment became unattached – just plain feel off – landed with a dull thud – in a playground of bones – a rib a jawbone – she feel as a child and had sheep bone fused to her skull – as she grew her DNA changed
      she eats grass and has a hairy exterior
      Normans mum predict this in the tea leaves
      she was not an angel but she had fallen far from the tree

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        Norman’s mother said their home was a charnelhouse of sorts
        all them sticks of the human frame
        I’m so happy that you remember her
        she was like a life coach to you
        your curiosity like a hungry wolf
        one time when she sat down
        you saw the op’ning wide
        deformed flaps
        odd gray flesh
        OUTSIDE THE CHARNELHOUSE WAS THE PLAYGROUND OF BONES
        FILTHY CREATURES THAT HAD LIVED AND FALLEN
        HUMAN FRAMES BENT AND BROKEN
        ABORTIONS AND MISCARRIAGES
        AMERICAN PRESIDENTS
        PAINFUL WORMS
        Norman’s mother felt inadequate because she lacked a penis
        she knew only too well the pain of being invaded
        she wanted to sodomize the sucking backsides of men
        to lick the aftershave off their necks
        as she shot hot lava inside them
        jism from her heart and soul o’erflowed

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      • multiplemichael

        PEOPLE OF FAULTLESS REPUTATION
        CLERKS AT THE LOCAL DOLLAR STORE
        UNWASHED MEN WHO WORK IN THE BACKROOM
        OF THE FUNERAL HOME
        FLICKERING MOMENTS OF ROMANCE
        TO CONFRONT EACH OTHER BECAME AN ISSUE
        CONVERSATION WEAKENED THE BOND
        IT TURNED INTO SHIFTING MOVEMENTS
        WITHOUT EMOTION AND DRAMA
        A VIOLENT RELEASE
        IF SHE POSITIONED THE TARGET
        SHE WHO MADE THE GRAND SACRIFICE
        SHE WHO CARRIED THE PAINFUL APOSTROPHE

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      • eatmorewords

        apostrophe was the first Zappa album she owned – she carried it in a hessian bag – wore countless needles out playing – the men at the record store called her the apostrophe girl –

        Normans mother modelled her facial hair on zappas – it tickled Norman when they embraced

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      • multiplemichael

        I ADMIT I LAUGHED AT YOU
        WHEN YOU STRUGGLED
        THROUGH THE DARKNESS
        TOWARDS GOD
        where is that evolutionary escalator ?
        (stairs ? ladder ? stilts ?)
        YOU WERE SAYING THAT YOU COULDN’T BE JUDGED BY YOUR PAST
        YOU SAID THERE WAS NO HISTORY AND IF THERE WAS—IT WAS A LIE
        SATAN WAS MAKING A SLOW ENCIRCLEMENT
        HE LIKED WHAT HE WAS HEARING

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      • multiplemichael

        TIME IS ONE-DIRECTIONAL
        even in financial straits it is important to use the correct amount of toilet tissue
        Joan uses a sea shell as a scoop and then washes it for reuse
        this is dangerous on atomic and molecular regimes
        remember, other people share your world

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      • eatmorewords

        history is subsequent links in the chain that happened yesterday
        or last week – Or anytime but now
        feminist bemoan the word HIStory

        – they want a new word
        they hold meetings in after hour libraries and public spaces –

        history causes to much trouble Because they are no signposts

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  43. multiplemichael

    MICROSCOPIC FACIAL HAIR !!!
    YOU LEFT THOSE THREE IMPORTANT WORDS OUT
    PEOPLE ON eBAY ASKED FOR THEIR MONEY BACK
    cash-money plummets (one steep drop)
    your roller-coaster ride may leave you on the street
    guardian angels warn you away from France
    renewal and desire may lead to some new numbers
    this is not the time to reassemble your sense of self
    correct language folded in your backpocket
    you’ve charged the vowels with super feeling
    when you pronounce them
    people in cars stop
    and look up at the sky

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  44. multiplemichael

    UNIQUE PERSONALITIES IN YOUR FAMILY MUDDLE
    YOU CALLED HOME A SANCTUARY
    A DREAMY VAGUENESS AND A BUSY HAND
    ALWAYS TRYING TO DETECT AND RESTRAIN THE BRUTE
    FAMILY PHOTOGRAPHS ARE DICKENSIAN CARICATURES
    WOVEN IN A REALISTIC FABRIC, UNRAVELLING INNUENDOES

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    • multiplemichael

      A DIARY OF ONE-NIGHT STANDS
      AND THEN THE TERRIBLE COUGH
      THE CONJUGAL BED WITH BROKEN GLASS
      NEIGHBORS HYPOTHESIZING
      LONGING FOR GUILTLESS INDULGENCE
      ALPHABET SEX—FORBIDDEN POSTURES
      IMAGINATIVE VIBRATING
      CASANOVA TONGUE
      THREE FINGER EXPLOIT
      A BROWN PROBE
      MANIACAL REGULARITY
      PLEASE RESERVE A ROOM AT THE HOTEL
      ONE WITH THEATRICAL PROPS
      AND COSTUMES AND MAKE-UP
      STEPLADDERS FOR MATHEMATICAL CAMERAS
      THAT IMITATE WITHOUT COMPREHENSION
      THE VARIOUS ILLUSIONS OF EXTERIORS

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      • eatmorewords

        The poetic language of hereditary
        with it’s reference to trees
        the root and branch of their relationship
        the distance between DNA – more than two people in that marriage – more than four hands as far as I could see – conjugal rights granted in triplicate – wet signature on the bottom of the page

        thin necks with white heads they wobble on thin stems –

        flowers in the breeze
        dried
        frozen and edible

        casanova triggers rough feline tongues

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      • multiplemichael

        dealing with the incoming information about family portraits
        snapping and cracking reports of broken necks
        I fear for you Johnny Boy, detectives curious about your limericks
        sympathies are constantly shifting…loneliness is punishable
        never a happy end for euphoria
        respectable kitchen woman not a friction excursion
        rub your emotions elsewhere, Lollipop

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      • multiplemichael

        TALK OF A PLACE OF SEXUAL FULFILMENT
        COMPLETED BY DEATH
        THE LIVING WATERS TAINTED
        BUT THE WORM SMILES
        ————————————————————————JUST THINK, JOHNNY BOY
        ————————————————————————UNDER AN APPLE TREE
        ————————————————————————WITH A HAPPY WORM

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      • multiplemichael

        HE DEFERS HIS JOURNEY FOR YET ANOTHER DAY
        STIFF-NECKED WORN-OUT TOOL
        THE POET WITH NEVER A WORD
        COMETH AND GOETH
        SELF-SUFFICIENT
        A MALE IN A FEMALE-DOMINATED MARRIAGE
        A RAT IN THE CHEESE ROOM

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      • multiplemichael

        I SAW YOU ON A HILLTOP
        THE COMING DAY OF JUDGMENT
        DESTRUCTION UPON US ALL
        THE INTENSITY OF OUR EARTHLY WOES
        GHOULS IN THE CLOUDS
        INFECTED BY PARABLES
        OBSESSIONAL WITH THE HANDS
        YOU TOUCH ALL THE LETTERS
        FELLOW-VOYAGERS
        SILENT IN THE REGION OF SHADOWS
        BEG YOU NOT TO HANDLE THAT WHICH IS THEM

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      • multiplemichael

        CRAZY TALK ABOUT THE MARRIAGE BED
        ARTFULLY CONTRIVED WET SPOTS
        WILL YOU RISK EVERYTHING ?
        I SPEAK OF THE RESTRICTED AREA
        WHERE NARRATIVE GROWS COLD
        A CHILDHOOD FILLED WITH EXILED ANGELS
        PUSHED AWAY WITH INDIRECTNESS
        PUSHED AWAY WITH INDIRECTNESS
        SLEEPING IN DISCARDED EMOTIONS

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      • multiplemichael

        THE MARRIAGE BED WAS REMOVED
        MINISTERS FROM THE CHURCH
        AND THE SISTER’S CHURCH
        THE BOY MAY BECOME A POET
        RITUALISTIC VERBAL MISUSE
        COPIED SO OTHERS MIGHT SHARE
        HISSING MELODIOUS
        RESPONSIVE SOUNDS
        CREEPING STEADILY
        SHE WAS SWATHED
        IN GIRLIE GARMENTS
        AN ELDER BROTHER OUTLET
        *the rounding of all those years has been but preparation

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      • eatmorewords

        the word ward is ravaged by nurses wielding erasers
        rubbing away at the letters
        one at a time
        the walls painted a municipal sludge colour
        inmates painted forgotten landscapes of their childhood – all the pictures and all the scribbles and they,
        the inmates,
        light one cigarette from the burning embers of the other – burnt nubs

        Empty corridors echo the wails of those at the end of their tethers

        the marriage bed now comes with strap to restrain the tremors – a bed for one –
        a gurney

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      • multiplemichael

        your wife was a knife-grinder at the factory
        you told everyone that you were a paid astronomer
        you have been to school
        had all the shots
        your sodomy was agreeable
        while sodomy at the factory was rape at its worse
        easily 3000 years of DNA spewed
        children of Adam—-what can I say ?
        science is an enemy of imagination
        those famous words were erased
        I remember when you owned all the tokens of your life
        when you were married to a knife-grinder

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      • eatmorewords

        sodomy was socially acceptable in some schools – it was encouraged – but those schools were full of centuries of inbreeding – it was the English way –
        but I am distanced from that scene
        I left the factory at the end of the day with the knife wife glistening in the spring sun – she was sharp lines
        – years of DNA all mixed in primordial soup – breeding idiot savants without the savants –
        just armies of idiots erasing words
        re-
        routing paths of history into brick walls and cul-de-sacs

        sagging hairy and empty the wrinkle sac the leather purse sewn from hairs swept from the factory floor

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      • multiplemichael

        I remember laughing with you about the adhesive attachment
        you had developed with the knife-grinder at the factory
        transient, possibly a criminal—disordered heaps on her chest
        you said, “she will be a source of heat”
        I had no idea how soon the coffin would arrive
        a nasty black sleep with a coma to boot
        she had been a collector of subtle significances
        a miraculous source of heat and merriment
        a mystic mystery—your best friend

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      • eatmorewords

        Black sheep mate with the blue balls a new breed
        evolved
        darker in the moonlight

        the little pieces of sediment
        the afterbirth of thoughts
        parallel trajectories intersect

        moving in and out
        lustfull sweats from the consumption of meat

        cannabalism is never far away
        when the town becomes an abbatoir

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  45. multiplemichael

    THE UPPER WORLD OF ADULTS
    TEA PARTIES AND DRY COOKIES
    POETS ESTABLISHING IDENTITIES
    SELF-MULTIPLICATION
    CONSTANT QUEST FOR COMMUNICATION
    SELFHOOD REPRESSED—NAUGHTINESS IS EVERYTHING
    EMOTIONAL FISHHOOKS—LANGUAGE JUDGED ON SIZE
    *exterior words are often muddy—-momma don’t like that on the clean floor

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    • multiplemichael

      OBLIVIOUS TO THE OBVIOUS
      POETRY ON THE KITCHEN FLOOR
      LESS DUST, MORE SPICE
      INTERROGATION
      THOSE DAMN WORDS FROM THE CURIE HOUSE
      AVANT-GARDE FLASHLIGHTS THAT SHINE ON STOLEN GOODS
      LOBOTOMY, ALL I EVER WANTED WAS A LOBOTOMY
      *the head nurse was Presbyterian and unhappy

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    • multiplemichael

      AFRAID OF RUNNING OUT OF SOILED WORDS
      “FATTY HILLOCKS OF THE MONS VENERIS”
      do soiled words have any requirement hurdles ?
      a pseudonym for legal reasons
      —Humpty Dumpty—
      really short pants….after all, Humpty wasn’t a man

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      • eatmorewords

        INTERLUDE

        no Humpty Dumpty was never a ma. And he never fell
        a government agency feared him –
        a talking egg –
        something that was but shouldn’t be – they tried to pay him to go away – they threatened family members –
        they had plans
        diagrams
        schematics

        HD had psychic powers
        could lift a bus
        a train
        whole families
        with just a thought from inside his shiny
        shell brain

        If the Russians got hold of him…
        (the thought was unthinkable)
        (but they thought it anyway)

        he had to go
        and they just needed for him to sit
        on a high wall on a day when all the kings horses and all the kings men were off
        away

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      • multiplemichael

        I have sold the words Humpty Dumpty many times
        sometimes to the same people
        spoiled words are often intoxicating
        glow in the dark letters become a torment
        curie house specials are no exceptions
        eternal want as a perpetual activity
        these very words are all ready being sold

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      • multiplemichael

        Pink Floyd were on top of “shiny shell brain”
        shine on you crazy diamond
        shiny shell brain all day long
        a talking egg—who could ask for more ?
        happy laughter come to me
        ————no more blank verse———–
        words from the black market
        “lady crocodiles in my pocket”

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  46. multiplemichael

    BEING A POET IS ONE THING…ACTING LIKE A POET IS ANOTHER
    EVER LESS MERCY FOR A LARGE EGG
    A CHILD OF PROMISCUITY ?
    I sold the word, “insomnium” today
    everything religious seems to be about violating the natural laws
    just think what happened when GOD violated natural laws
    ALMOST PLAGIARIZED——–WRITERS GET ALL NERVOUS
    NO CHOICE BUT TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE TRUTH
    EVERY WORD HAS BEEN OWNED AND SOLD
    WRITERS ARE THE SLAUGHTERERS
    THEY WALK ON FLESH AND BLOOD

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    • multiplemichael

      I SAW MEAT WEARING PANTIES TODAY
      JAILBAIT UNDER FOOT
      RIGHT OUT OF A SLICK MAGAZINE
      WHY DOES EVERY POEM START OUT:
      STOPPED OFF AT A BAR AFTER WORK ?
      TOO MANY SOILED WORDS
      AND YOU LOSE CONFIDENCE
      *you never have time for a full-length crime

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  47. multiplemichael

    IN THE HOMINID LINE EVEN DEAD RELATIVES HAVE EXPRESSION ON THEIR FACES
    DEATH IS REGULATED BY LAW—TO SPEAK WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING
    ONE-TO-ONE CORRESPONDENCE NOT FAR FROM A DICTIONARY
    THE WHITE RABBIT OFTEN PASSED THE WALL WHERE THE EGG MAN SAT
    IT DIDN’T LOOK RIGHT IN PRINT OR SPOKEN LANGUAGE
    ———–BROWN MARMALADE ON A STICK—————–
    WHERE DO THE DYING FLAMES GO ? PROBLEMATICAL MEN AROUND A FIRE DRUM
    SHIRTLESS BUT TRAPPED IN LUST—A JOG ON A SLICK SEMANTIC PATH
    SIGNPOSTS AND MILESTONES AND THE PSYCHOPATHOLOGY OF SODOMY
    SLEIGHT-OF-HAND ROMANCE, TOSS-AWAY-PETS THAT COME HOME

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    • multiplemichael

      LICKING COMMUNICATES INFORMATION
      HOW DOES YOUR MIND WORK AFTER EXPOSURE ?
      ROMANCE-NOVELS AND VAGINAL PRESSURE
      MEN SEEM TO WANT ONE THAT CLOSES TIGHT AND FAST
      IN KENTUCKY THEY ARE REFERRED TO AS “SNAPPING COOTER”
      LIKE A HOLLYWOOD MOVIE UNTIL OWNERSHIP POPS UP
      BETWEEN-THE-EARS DECISIONS ABOUT MARRIAGE
      ONE NIGHT YOU JUST WAKE UP IN THE UNWELCOME BED

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      • multiplemichael

        YOU WAKE UP IN THE UNWELCOME BED
        WHEN DID YOU HAVE TIME FOR A FULL-LENGTH CRIME ?
        YOU WERE BUILDING UP FOR THE BETTER PART OF THE BIOLOGICAL PROGRAM
        POSSIBLY LEAVE BEHIND THE NORMAL STUFF AND ENTER KINKY
        SLIP PAST THE “HEALTHY” ZONE—-PAST WHAT NATURE INTENDED

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  48. multiplemichael

    REMEMBER WHEN YOUR WIFE BOUGHT THAT PLETHYSMOGRAPHIC DEVICE
    AT THE DOLLAR STORE AND HOOKED IT UP TO YOUR WANG
    AND MADE YOU TALK ABOUT “TOSS-AWAY-PETS”
    GIRLS YOU HAD DATED IN SCHOOL
    EXPLICIT WARM-UPS
    NORMAN’S MOTHER

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    • eatmorewords

      all things will stop
      they will fade
      all things do –
      the morning bleeds into the afternoon the sky falls on to the ground – she is powerless to hold it up – the TV told me something yesterday – the world is full of jesters and rodeo clowns

      physical exercise at the Bates house
      push ups and salty sweat

      she hold me like a bear trap

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      • multiplemichael

        “SHE HOLD ME LIKE A BEAR TRAP”
        IS A DANGEROUS BOOK
        SHOULD BE KEPT LOCKED
        IN A DREAM-FREE UNDERGROUND
        THEY TRIED TO DESTROY
        THAT BOOK DURING THE
        SPANISH INQUISITION
        I KNOW THAT THERE
        IS A COPY
        IN THE
        KENTUCKY
        STATE
        MENTAL
        HOSPITAL

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  49. multiplemichael

    THAT CATCH-ALL GARBAGE CAN OF YOUTHFUL EMPLOYMENT
    ————-THE RODEO CLOWN—————
    THERE ARE NO WOMEN IN THE SHOWER ROOM
    AFTER THE SHOW
    OUTSIDE
    SMALL RURAL CHURCH SECTS MAY PICNIC
    INSIDE
    NAKED MEN GREASE AMUSEMENT
    THE ESCAPADES OF SODOMY
    MAY NEVER RIGHT THE WRONGS
    IT DOES DELIVER REWARDS

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    • eatmorewords

      they had lived in the city for years but they were recently hypnotised into thinking they were tourists –
      this way they could find beauty in their city – they now carried cameras and sketch pads to capture the new sights –
      – this went on for weeks

      they then decided to be hypnotised so they would be strangers and they could start their romantic life all over again –
      they hated each at first sight –
      they ran away and found solace in the alleyways of their city –

      occasionally they pass each other in the street – passing acquaintances – ripped posters of the eggman parade –

      ———- NASCAR is beamed into english homes just for a laugh ———–

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      • multiplemichael

        —–NASCAR IS BEAMED INTO AMERICAN HOMES JUST FOR A LAUGH—-
        AUTOMOBILE CIRCLES LIKE CROP CIRCLES ARE BEST-KNOWN YET LEAST-UNDERSTOOD
        IT ALL HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH GOD REALIZATION
        ECSTATIC PRACTICES ARE RESERVED FOR THE QUALIFIED

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      • multiplemichael

        THE EGG MAN WAS WORKING ON A POEM
        BEFORE THE TRAGIC FALL
        “THE SANITY OF CRAZINESS”
        SOMETHING ABOUT THERE BEING A CAVE INSIDE HIS SHELL
        WHERE AN ANCIENT CREATURE (PSYCHOSIS) LIVED
        IT WAS ALWAYS THERE BUT RARELY EXPERIENCED
        SOME SAY THAT HIS FALL WAS AN INSIDE JOB

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      • eatmorewords

        a cult of personality grew up around Humpty – egg worship ritual and pageantry – chickens revered as gods – pregnant woman on pedestals –
        men in far flung corners and caves experienced phantom symptoms of birth – of passing an egg – clucking men – but not the NASCAR men – humpy didn’t smell of grease or gasoline – they had no time for him
        or his ways

        no DNA amongst the shells square peg in a round hole (wedding night flashbacks)

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      • eatmorewords

        she looked out of the window to see if Leviathan was still there – it was –
        it stood there it’s gothic facade formidable – it is and always will be –
        – the sun somewhere up there –

        trees casting shadows of knifes and forks –

        she looked out of the window – the curtains open and parted like hair (I stole that line…)

        – steady stream of workers going in, entering the darkness, wayward soldiers through the doors – on their way –

        she looked out of the window and Leviathan stared back

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      • multiplemichael

        FAMOUS PEOPLE ON TELEVISION MAKE FALSE STATEMENTS ABOUT ELECTRIC DEATH
        SMALL CHILDREN FOLLOW THEIR EVERY WORD, ANDROID IN HAND
        ANTS LEAK FROM THEIR EARS, REAL OR MANMADE ?
        ANTS WITH YELLOW WAX ON THEIR HAIRY LEGS
        WAX COLLECTED BECOMES CHEESE CURDS
        OLDER PEOPLE ARE WARNED ABOUT POSSIBLE BACK-UPS

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      • eatmorewords

        famous TV faces pontificate through cathode rays – electric death the needle sharp and reborn on re-runs your children’s children’s will see again
        and again
        and again in time the ants will die and be replaced in their nests or holes or whatever or
        wherever they live or exist
        old people crease and dust in skin have been there seen it but can’t remember it or this

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      • multiplemichael

        STRAIGHT-FACED WIG WEAVERS OF THE FUTURE
        ANTS SWARMING OVER PUBIC-LIKE PINE NEEDLES
        ACADEMIC-FEMINIST UNDERWEAR HIDDEN
        UP, AND I DO MEAN UP
        AN AREA ENDOWED WITH AN IDENTITY
        I SAY, “INTELLIGENT FEMALE PERSON,
        I WANT TO PLANT A FLAG IN YOUR WOMAN-CENTEREDNESS”
        I WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW WHERE POETRY SLEEPS
        *our escape cannot be measured in miles

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      • multiplemichael

        PEOPLE COME AND GO
        BUT LEVIATHAN REMAINS THE SAME
        LUBE COLLECTED FROM THE CORNERS
        OF EYES
        MOIST GRIEF
        HAVING WITNESSED A LARGE LIVING ANIMAL
        FALL TO THE BULLET OF WEALTH
        TWO SHOTS AND DEATH

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  50. multiplemichael

    THE SIGN STATED, NO SMOKING ENVIRONMENT
    NO MENTION OF CIGARETTES
    PEOPLE NO LONGER TRY TO SPEAK
    FLAMES LEAK FROM THEIR ORAL CIRCLES
    RICH PEOPLE IN ALASKA PAY GUIDES TO KILL LARGE ANIMALS
    SOMETIMES JESUS WEARS SKINS AND PRETENDS DEATH
    IT MUST MEAN SOMETHING

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  51. multiplemichael

    ELECTRIC CIGARETTES MAKE THE HAIR ON YOUR LEGS
    GROW OUT OF CONTROL
    SMOKE A DOZEN AND STAND
    FREE OF A BREEZE
    SHORT PANTS BECOME OBSCENE
    SALONS COLOR THE LOCKS TO LOOK LIKE EXOTIC FUR
    HUSTLER MAGAZINE DROPS THE BEAVER
    FOCUS ON LEGS BECOMES UPCLOSE
    NONSMOKERS BUY FALSE LEG-WIGS
    ONE CAN NEVER BE TOO EXTREME

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    • eatmorewords

      I know a woman with two legs and three knees –
      it takes all things
      different varieties
      – underground black markets spring up offering legs and limbs – short and long – hairy smooth skinless hanging like carcasses in a butchers window –
      through electronic cigarettes
      inhaling a steady stream of current – plugging TV into humans aerials on heads –
      a wig weavers future

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      • multiplemichael

        poets always ask, WHAT IF JESUS HAD A WOODEN LEG ?
        carrying a cross in jungle mud and being lashed with blackguard humor
        being forced to think about sex, merrily carouse with the pre-wedding genitals
        washed or unwashed ?
        you just kind of stand in the wind, rough edges with Jewish pubic hair
        is it anything like oxen ?
        marriage and mourning………….no thanks
        heaven is not accidental
        negligent——the blank space is filled with the word, negligent
        you probably didn’t ride the schoolbus
        or wear muddy pants in Forks, Washington

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      • multiplemichael

        WHEN I BOUGHT MY POETRY WRITING MACHINE
        I WANTED THE ONE WITH THE CHARISMATIC BAD-BOY PERSONA
        AT FIRST I MADE IT GROW A MUSTACHE
        THEN I MADE IT SHAVE IT OFF
        IN A SEXY KIND OF WAY
        —————————————–I COMMANDED IT TO STRING WORDS TOGETHER
        IT WAS GUILTY OF BEING INTELLECTUALLY SELF-CONSCIOUS
        MYSTERIOUS AND MENTALLY EXPERIMENTAL
        NOTHING WAS TOO TRIVIAL AND EVERYTHING WAS TOO TRIVIAL
        SOMETIMES THE MACHINE WOULD MOAN AND PRETEND TO HAVE AMNESIA
        A BRAIN-DAMAGED POETRY WRITING MACHINE
        ONE THAT OFTEN SPAT OUT AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL TIDBITS

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  52. multiplemichael

    WANTING TO DO YOUR DEEDS
    ON PERFECTLY DRY LAND
    NOT LIKE THE OLD DAYS
    HAIRY AND ON STAGE
    ——–YOUR FRIENDS ARE PAID ACTORS
    UNIQUE SITUATIONS FOR A FEW BUCKS
    BACKDOOR RIDES OFTEN NOT ALLOWED
    NOW PAVED WITH LUBED PERMISSION
    *the newspaper article said that you were trying to dismantle a television set ?

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  53. multiplemichael

    A BOX FULL OF GLOVES, VICTIMS LONG GONE
    POETS WHO ORIENT THE REST OF THEIR LIVES
    AROUND THEIR VICTIMIZATION
    HOME BEING A PSYCHOLOGICAL POST OFFICE
    EACH NUMBERED BOX FULL OF CLICHES
    THEY ASK YOU TO REMOVE YOUR SHELL
    “COME OUTSIDE” SUNSHINE AS ANTIDOTE
    A WORLD OF DOG POOP AND SPIDERS
    FOCUSING ON AGGRAVATIONS
    BIRTHDAY CAKE FROM A CURIO SHOP
    WANTING TO SMOKE WITH SHERLOCK HOLMES

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    • eatmorewords

      Birthday cake minus the candles = cake
      forgotten the day you spat forth from your mother – covered in matter
      – it was shinning, the sun – the fingerless glove is still a glove – the secondhand shop, sells hands, I’ve said this before, elephant tusk ornaments
      moist animal waste blots the savannah
      their blood dries on menstrual rags

      Sherlock Holmes, the homosexual, Watson the lover, heroin and violins

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      • multiplemichael

        SO YOU WON THE CURIE HOUSE CRITICS CIRCLE AWARD
        MEN STANDING AROUND WITH THEIR BEST FEET FORWARD
        DEAD WRITERS AND WELL-READ FRIENDS, BASSET HOUND GIRLFRIENDS
        GRITTY TOUGH LANGUAGE PAINTED WHITE TWICE BUT STILL LEWD
        OPENING CHAPTERS ALWAYS START, “WHILE EMPLOYED AT THE LEVIATHAN…”
        FLEETING RECAPITULATIONS, CHARLIE ZERO PASSED A VIOLIN AND POTATO SALAD
        POETRY REMAINS REFLECTED IN A BROKEN MIRROR, NEUROTIC OR WORSE

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      • eatmorewords

        the prize was unexpected but there is always victory in validation – but alway look who is awarding the awards –
        normally a cabal of like minded demographics – but I bathed in applause
        to drunk to eat I spilt the salad down my turquoise tuxedo – onlookers gawped girlfriends just coast hangers – bone under clothes – GIVE ME MEAT OVER BONE ANYDAY –

        I never prepared a speech but all was not lost
        I had my poetry machine with me

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  54. multiplemichael

    I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND YOUR “LOVING” AT A WRESTLING MATCH
    THE ENGAGEMENT OF FLYING FISTS AND YOUR LIPS LOCKED WITH SOME FEMALE ELEMENT
    I ASKED HER IDENTITY BUT SHE WAS UNSTABLE, POSSIBLY DILATING
    “OH GOD, WHERE DOES HE FIND THEM ?”
    THE CURIE HOUSE ?
    THE PATH BEHIND THE CUTLERY BINGO BARN ?
    MY POETRY WRITING MACHINE HAS BEEN FASCINATED WITH THE GREAT TABERNACLE
    PAIN AND DEATH GO OUT THE WINDOW, GOD FLOATS INTO TOWN MAKING FACE TO FACE
    THE GREAT TABERNACLE BABY—-GET WITH THE GROOVE !!!

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    • multiplemichael

      FIRST YOU PASS A VIOLIN-SHAPED LOG AND POTATO SALAD
      THEN YOU HAVE DREAMS ABOUT BARBRA STREISAND
      WASHING YOUR GENITALS WITH A SANDPAPER RAG
      THE WHOLE TIME SAYING THAT SHE WILL STOP
      IF IT CAUSES PAIN
      AND YOU REMAIN SILENT
      ALTHOUGH YOUR JUNK
      LOOKS LIKE A LOBSTER
      BOILED FAR TOO LONG
      ———————————
      SECRET IDENTITIES AND MULTIPLE PERSONALITIES
      LONG-DISTANCE FRIENDSHIPS, SLIPPERY AT BEST
      SOCIOPATH CON ARTISTS WHO SLEEP AT TRUCK STOPS
      STARTLING THROWBACKS SOME TIME, MUST LOCK DOORS
      POETS FILLING IN THE BLANK SPOTS OF LIFE
      SECONDHAND DADDY WITH WELL WORN CLICHES
      ISOLATED INDIVIDUALS UNEXAMINED, PULP POETS
      OUTLAWS OF THE WORD WORLD
      KILLERS OF TREES

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      • multiplemichael

        COME UP GASPING FOR AIR
        WEIRD CREATURES IN BED WITH POETS
        INJURIES OF LOVE, EXCUSABLE FEAR
        ALL MANNER OF SOUP LADLED UP
        FANTASTIC ELEMENTS, EXPLICITLY PERSONAL
        THE TEST OF SELF-IDENTIFICATION
        THE HAUNTED HOUSE INSIDE THE HEAD
        EACH OF US BEAR FULL RESPONSIBILITY
        SATAN AND EVIL ARE NEVER REFLECTED
        *the detectives say that Satan and Evil are not grains of sand in the desert

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      • eatmorewords

        they pulped all the words produced by the poetry machine and buried them in violin shaped boxes –

        long distance daddy
        absent –
        mummy close warm breast
        a reminder the smell of milk
        suckling in the dawn

        suckling like pigs on teats
        pigs fuck in mud
        but by god they’re happy

        the black box was retrieved weeks after the crash –
        they pulled the voice from it –
        streams of data water dripped from it
        it offers up nothing except a recipe for a dam fine peach Melba

        the worst thing he said a woman could say to him was “Is that it?!”

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      • multiplemichael

        “IS THAT IT ?”
        OR YOU HAVE BRIGHT RED PUBIC HAIR
        EVEN STRAIGHT MEN SEEM TO WANT TO DEVOUR THE IMAGE
        A PANIC-STRICKEN THREE WORD PARAGRAPH
        ————IT OPERATES ITSELF———————–
        ——————————————————————
        I SAW McCAULEY CULKIN DRINKING CORN SYRUP
        STRAIGHT FROM THE BOTTLE
        VERY SCARY EYES
        HIS SOUL SEEMED SEMI-ARTICULATE
        LIFE HAS MADE HIM REPOSITIONED
        DELINQUENCY AND WAYWARD BEHAVIOR
        NARCISSISTIC AND SELF-HATING
        WHAT IF HE TRIED TO FINGER YOUR POETRY MACHINE ?

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      • multiplemichael

        POETRY ABOUT A LUCKLESS APPLE
        ON HER HONEYMOON
        LONG BEARDED VIRGINITY
        FROM THE BED TO THE TOMB
        IMAGINATIVE SYMPATHY
        THE SERPENT LIES HIDDEN THERE
        A FINAL SURRENDER TO JAZZ
        *the shame of being apes

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      • eatmorewords

        fruit ad it’s part in the demise
        the apparent reason for our fall
        the juicy apple contains within it
        the seeds of destruction –
        the serpent wasn’t reptilian – it was a crude joke – all illusion to something swinging like a hammer between Adams thigh –

        don’t believe a word I have written
        eviscerate the correspondence

        don’t touch a hair on her head with those hands

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      • multiplemichael

        ALL I CAN THINK OF IS THE PATH BEHIND THE CUTLERY BINGO BARN
        THE FUTILITY OF LIFE, I SAW SHADOWS AND I KNEW IT WAS THE BEAST
        I WALKED IN WORN FOOTSTEPS
        DRAMATIC ACKNOWLEDGEMENT
        HISTORY IS FULL OF BURNT-OUT RUINS
        DAILY CIRCUS AT HOME
        CLOSE THE DOOR
        PSEUDO-POETRY
        QUESTION MARKS

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      • multiplemichael

        BYGONE DAYS FALL FROM THE BACKSIDES OF CATTLE
        LOVE AFFAIRS THAT ONE STEPS IN, THEN THROWS THE SHOES AWAY
        A NOSTALGIA FOR A PLACE WITHOUT A LANGUAGE
        WHERE ARTISTS AND POETS ARE BURIED OR BURNED
        GOD BLESS THE PEOPLE IN KENTUCKY
        THEY HAVE LIVED SO LONG
        WITH THE DISSATISFACTION
        OF CAVES
        *one will never find a blue bird in Kentucky

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      • multiplemichael

        MAYA ANGELOU DREW A CIRCLE AROUND YOUR NAME
        POETRY THIEVES ON A GEOGRAPHICAL QUEST
        UNMAPPED REGIONS DEAR BOY
        NO RETURN
        EACH WORD IS A JOURNEY
        DO NOT TURN BACK
        YOUR KITE WILL FLY AWAY
        YOU HOLDING THE STRING
        *her sense of duty has Maya Angelou in flames

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      • multiplemichael

        COLLABORATIVE SEEDING ON THE HEMS OF FANCY UNDERPANTS
        CURVES LEADING TO THE CANAL, HAIR AND FEATHERS, SOAP IRRITANTS
        WHEN IT COMES TO BEING CLEAN—THE CHEATER IS CHEATED TOO
        PLEADING LARYNGITIS ON HER BACK LIKE AN INSECT, HER FEELERS EXPOSED
        I THOUGHT, “DON’T LOOK JOHNNY BOY !!! DON’T LOOK !!!”
        SOME POETS GO TO PARIS WHILE OTHERS GO TO PRISON
        TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS IN DEBT, MENTAL LETTER-PERFECT POETRY
        YOKO WITH HER PORCELAIN TEETH AND BRITISH TWEEDS
        HER LITTLE NEST IN THE AVIARY, NEW YORK CITY SANCTUARY
        YOU’VE POKED AT HER SO NUMBING A NUMBER OF TIMES
        YOUR BONNETED CLAWHAMMER SWOLLEN, ODDLY RED AND OILY
        IT WAS SILENTLY SCREAMING, “ONLY THE VULGAR SURVIVE”

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      • eatmorewords

        the astronaut was lonely in space beyond the limits of the known universe above Africa he missed the ground and his wife he looked down into the blue he missed real meat and he knew Yoko was down there
        somewhere

        the collaboration moves

        release the poets free
        the words
        sign the petition march on the capital

        multiple michael is but one man keeping he home fires burning – he kissed the girls
        made them cry

        and meanwhile,
        in a shopping mall near you
        a mother has bought her daughter a Micky Mouse balloon which she thinks is giving her evil stares.
        Later this evening she will burst it with a pin, breaking her young daughters heart.

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      • multiplemichael

        SLEEPY-EYED AND MISSING MEAT
        BANGING BONGO DRUMS
        AROUND YOKO
        WHO ONCE SAID
        “DEATH IS MY FAVORITE FLIRT”
        COMPATIBLE BEDFELLOWS ?
        POETRY ABOUT HURT THAT HURTS
        PAIN IS A CLUMSY COSTUME
        YOKO FLAPS HER WINGS
        THEATRICAL LOVE CLOSED
        PUNCTURED ROMANCE
        —————————————————-
        WANTED TO PULL JOHN UP
        A 1000 MILES ABOVE THE GUILLOTINE
        DEATH IS THE GREAT BOURGEOIS CRIME
        *a self-satisfied amateur in bye-bye

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      • eatmorewords

        yesterday’s meat the maggots pupate insects burrow in deep
        death is the fruit her hair
        quicksilver through my hands
        on this day we remember the dead we remember
        in the morning we ache from the night before
        puddles pools around our feet
        a leak has sprung 50 fathoms deep
        she was clean shaven
        smooth like a pebble
        we remain coupled like trains

        *i don’t need no stinking machine to recreate these feelings
        **the postcards stopped coming
        ***the nib is broken

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      • multiplemichael

        AT THE FACTORY THEY USE A BILINGUAL DICTIONARY
        SEVERAL PAGES ARE MISSING
        POSSIBLY USED TO START A FIRE
        OR ROLL A CIGARETTE
        EVEN THE YOUNG GIRLS HAVE A MUSTACHE
        TOBACCO-COLORED TEETH
        BUXOM WOMEN
        UNSANITARY FINGERS AND TOES
        OLD FASHIONED BLOOMERS
        THE SMELL OF SAUSAGE AND CABBAGE
        THEY CALLED THE ACT, “PLAYING THE ACCORDION”
        TAKING TURNS IN THE BACK ROOM
        LONG-LEGGED, PURPLE BIRTH CONTROL JELLY
        BAREHEADED, UNMINDFUL, HUSBANDS AND YOUNG FELLOWS
        JISM RAGS TWO FEET DEEP IN THE CORNER
        IT COST MORE TO FINISH INSIDE, A HELL-UVA RIDE
        MORAL FAILING IN THE FAST LANE
        THE AFTERLIFE SOON BE KNOCKING
        DIRECT AND PAINFUL, LINGUISTIC SENSITIVITY
        POETRY DEMANDS A DEEP FINAL THRUST

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      • eatmorewords

        a thousand monkey banging on a typewriter drawing blood picking nits from the hair balls blowing through the poem like tumbleweed in a dead end town (the shutters are down)

        a child throwing alphabet spaghetti at the wall (look what I did spell Mummy)

        fridge magnet words
        eating the dictionary shitting out the contents of
        an index of a
        glossary

        the prologue and an epilogue in the middle because it’s to good to wait till the end

        Flarf is liking taking an exam with the answers written on your arm – I have told my children to keep a safe distance

        tie him to the nose of the rocket and point him towards the darkness

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      • eatmorewords

        resurrected snakebite jagger

        (cousin once removed from Amish Jagger, him of pilgrim hat and beard)

        played narco swing at the Mambo lounge blasphemous beats
        banging bongos with prehistoric bones –

        let’s all do drugs and deny christ
        let’s all do drugs and deny christ

        the audience wasn’t there
        the room was empty like the factories the Chinese built on the moon

        small particles of gas escaped the hatch the astronaut knew he was flying in his coffin
        the Egyptians carved this day inside the tombs they predicted this event
        built monuments in preparation

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      • eatmorewords

        —last comment retrieved and feed like meat through the grinder if a poetry machine —
        resurrected the all built coffin snakebite Mambo do on
        the jagger

        lounge drugs the Egyptians cousin blasphemous and moon carved once beats deny

        small this removed
        christ particles day from banging

        the of inside Amish bongos audience gas the Jagger with wasn’t escaped tombs him prehistoric there the they of bones
        the hatch predicted pilgrim – room the this hat

        let’s was astronaut event
        built and all empty knew monuments beard do like he in

        played drugs the was preparation narco and factories flying
        swing deny the in at christ
        let’s Chinese his

        — sir
        madam
        I do not flarf and the Luddite
        the caveman in me prefers the archaic tools of pen
        paper and imagination —

        **pen and paper (more computer and keys)
        ***but an imagination

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      • multiplemichael

        I OPENED MY EYES
        AND THERE WERE DEAD FLIES FROM LAST YEAR
        THEIR ERRANDS NO LONGER CARRIED OUT
        THE CRICKETS HAVE LEFT TOWN
        GROUP HUMS IN THE REST STOP
        REBEL-ANGELS ON THE TURNPIKE
        SKULLS AND METH AND DESPAIR
        I THOUGHT ABOUT EMILY DICKINSON
        AS STRANGERS WATCHED ME WHIZZ
        CURIOUS IF I HAD BETHLEHEM MEAT
        HOW MUCH SKIN WAS LEFT ?
        RELIGION WITH INJURY

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      • multiplemichael

        WEARING THE SAME COLOR SOCKS JUST TO RETAIN COHERENCE
        RELATIVES AND FRIENDS TRY TO SOBER YOU UP WITH PAIN
        MINUTE TRIUMPHS EVEN UNDER A GIANT MAGNIFYING GLASS
        LIQUOR IN SHAVED ICE GOING FAST
        TESTAMENTS OF BEING EVER-INCREASED
        WORDS THAT TOY WITH BLASPHEMY
        READ THEM AND ANTICIPATE THE WORST
        —————THE BOOK OF REVELATION

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      • eatmorewords

        we came in naked between legs
        in municipal wards amongst beeping machines & the smell of detergent –

        knife wounds on the floor above

        babies screaming blood curdling
        covered the stench
        of the first feaces
        slimed
        – all white babies look like GG Allin

        – susceptible to the pull of gravity, from day on I had an erection

        – bystander to history
        assimilating piece by piece

        – a blown fuse in the poetry machine jammed and spitting out nonsense – gagging on syllables

        I applied for job of matador for the blue bulls

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      • multiplemichael

        WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO CREATE A POETIC TEXTURE ?
        DO POETS LIVING IN THE WOODS CREATE POETIC TEXTURE ?
        DREAMS ABOUT SURREALIST AND DADAIST POEMS ON MILK CARTONS
        POETRY THAT REFUSES COMPETITION WITH AND IMITATION OF REALITY
        IF ONE WANTS STINKING REALITY THEN GET A LIFE
        MOVE TO KENTUCKY AND INSTALL BRAKE PADS
        MARRY A SQUAT APE AND REPRODUCE
        BUY A RED FORD FUSION

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  55. multiplemichael

    ————————————LIBERATION FROM FEAR———————————-
    NAKED AND TRANSPARENT, ODD ADULT-SIZE ORGANS
    BLIND PEOPLE MAKING THREATS TO CHRISTIANS
    ALL FANGS OF STRUGGLE, BANISHMENT ON THE TABLE
    I WANTED TO RETURN TO MY LIFE
    TO GAZE AT THE BULLS IN THE MOONLIGHT
    TO SMOKE AND BE SMOKED, TO LISTEN TO TREX
    HOLLOW ABSTRACTION YEARS OFF
    THE TOLLING OF THE POETIC BELL
    SILENT, MUFFLED LOVERS COME AND GO
    WERE THEY SUSCEPTIBLE TO UNDERSTANDING
    OR JUST MOURNERS ON THE SIDELINE ?

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    • multiplemichael

      LINEAR TIME WOULD CEASE TO PASS
      THE YOUNG JOHNNY BOY WITH COMPASS
      TWICE HAVING A DOCTOR REMOVE
      THE THREAT OF NORTH
      POETIC LANGUAGE WAS SHARP
      HAVING INHERITED CREATURAL PATHS
      HAVING SENT THE SELF AHEAD OF ITSELF
      JOHNNY BOY ON A QUEST TO LOCATE HIMSELF
      DOLLAR STORES SELL PASSIVITY, MELANCHOLY,
      NONLIFE COMES IN DIFFERENT FLAVORS
      MANY THINGS HAVE BEEN ROUNDED OFF

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      • multiplemichael

        sorry to inform you that the blue bulls

        do not have need of a matador

        they are of a higher intellect

        the sickening sweep of descent

        passes them by

        *only citizens of the burning bush can stare at the flames

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      • eatmorewords

        your rejection letter was received via cyberspace – it talks of a higher intellect – of the bulls? or the matador?

        – I can obtain references from learned people – man and woman of words – I can show you blueprint and schematics – photographs and manuscripts –

        – you speak of citizens of the burning bush – but I know they are just shadows
        cast by the flames

        – things pass by

        – GG Allin babies

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      • multiplemichael

        DARK IMPRESSIONS OF THE ERUPTIONS
        HERE IN FLORIDA
        MINSTREL SHOWS CONNECT SINGLES
        BIRTH CONTROL IS TOO VIOLENT
        TOURISTS FROM KENTUCKY
        THROW BABIES OUT THE WINDOW
        ONE CAN SEE WILD BOARS
        FAT ON THE SIDES OF I-95
        SMALL BONES MADE INTO JEWELRY
        OFTEN SOLD AT FLEA MARKETS

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      • multiplemichael

        CAN’T REMEMBER IF YOU COLLECT CONSECRATED WAFERS
        OR YOU ARE MARRIED TO ONE
        YOU SPEAK OF THE DIURNAL RHYTHM
        WOMEN AROUND THE CAMPFIRE
        SHOW THEIR BREASTS
        THEY ARE ATTUNED TO THE BURNING BUSH
        FIVE FINGERS FREE OF TAIL
        A CONSTANT CALCULATING OF RISK
        ANGER IS OFTEN EXPRESSED
        IN BEING DEVOURED

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      • eatmorewords

        johnny boy saw time as something that spreads off in all directions – linear but bending back on itself – never ending
        a futile attempt to find himself within the turmoil – Johnny Boy speaks about himself in third person
        feet firmly in two camps –
        stuck in a hotel void – chambermaid trolleys rattle on dirty linoleum
        the witch cackle of the detuned radio-
        – space interference from the beginning of time –
        in the church you can see through the roof
        see through to the firmament
        dot to dot lines draw between the stars inked badly on floppy shoddy skin ——

        the hotel bill was extortionate – but had been there for an eternity

        – news coverage of war torn areas always have children in football kits and rebel soldiers in Iron Maiden t-shirts

        —— weeping because I know
        there’s nothing I can do to protect them —-

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      • multiplemichael

        WHEN IT COMES TO TIME
        IT ALL DEPENDS HOW FAR DOWNSTREAM ONE IS
        SWOLLEN IN DEATH, BETROTHED TO SIN
        WAVES CRASHING ON THE SHORES
        INTELLECTUAL LIBERATION
        SLEEP IS NOT A WELCOME FRIEND
        SUBATOMIC PARTICLES NEVER REST
        ALL THINGS BY MEASURE
        NUMBER AND WEIGHT
        INGENIOUS YOU SAY

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      • eatmorewords

        I filled the form in,
        all 67 pages,
        completed the
        multiple choice questionnaire
        a cross here,
        only use black pen,
        a cross there –

        I was sent to another plastic window to get another form from another head
        another face I speak to through a tiny speaker that only muffles my voice –

        I join a queue of humans
        the only species who will stand
        in line – all this to gain entry to the curie house

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  56. multiplemichael

    GRAVITY AT THE EXPLOSION
    I TRIED TO HOLD TIGHT
    BUT I HAD GIRLIE HANDS
    MY CHURCH ON SUNDAY WEAK
    UNLIGHTED, UNDREDGED, UNTAMED
    WOMEN IN MY LIFE, ANALYZED IN DETAIL
    THE PERSON WITH THE HEART STAKE WAS ME

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    • multiplemichael

      YOU CALLED THEM SQUAT APES—I KNOW NOT WHY
      THEY WOULD DROP CLOUDS OF GAS
      PEOPLE WOULD RUN OUTSIDE
      SOMEWHERE IN OHIO CHICKENS WERE CACKLING
      EMBARRASSED POETS
      CAUGHT WITH SLICK PORNOGRAPHIC PARTS
      ONLY NORMAN’S MOTHER WAS PURITANICAL
      NO PROMISCUOUS CALLOUS
      “ARE YOU HALF READY TO MAKE SQUAT APE ?”

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      • eatmorewords

        Normans family tree was diseased from the seed –
        crippled branches like arthritic fingers with gnarled bones –
        leaves flapping batting like whores eyelashes –
        under the lampposts casting the shadows at I 4o’clock
        – Norman loved his mum wore her clothes on dress up Tuesdays – studied himself in the mirror behind closed curtains that held the light out

        – her beatings
        – signs of struggle
        – scene of the crime
        – a book on the Masons and UFO sightings –
        – footprints of squat apes
        – photos of halos

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      • multiplemichael

        WHO CAN MASTER THE MANEUVERS OF PRODUCING POETRY ?
        HUMAN LADDERS REACHING UP FOR WORDS OUT OF REACH
        RUSSIANS STEALING SALT AND PEPPER SHAKERS, NAPKINS
        SAD PUPPY DOG EYES IN SKULL CAVES, NO LONGER HUMAN
        LIVING HELL, SQUAT APES WITH WHITE SKIN AND ODD TEETH
        IT IS EVIL TO THINK THAT THERE IS REALITY IN CINEMA
        BLOOD IS BLOOD AND PAIN IS PAIN, FREE OF CINEMA-IN-LIFE

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      • eatmorewords

        russian cosmonauts return to ticker tape parades –
        western literature shredded in death camps and thrown from rooftops at slow moving cavalcades below on cold soviet streets

        only ever seen pictures of meat
        – no one has a poetry machine in Russian – from Archangel to onwards
        – pen and paper the old school way
        – pre revolution days
        no sad puppy eyes
        they eat them a well
        skin the carcass nothing to waste

        nuclear silos under the factory

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      • eatmorewords

        the names of your ancestors have been changed over time – their place of birth obscured –
        no one wants a family from Kentucky downwind
        – no one wants the paper trail to lead back to them –
        that’s why men of words choose
        pseudonym from the file of second names –
        to distance themselves from the words – to rewrite history in someone else’s shoes drop a vowel

        what are we without the bruises?

        what are we without the ink stained cuffs?

        this is 3D

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      • multiplemichael

        EVEN AS A CHILD YOU ASKED WHO WOVE SORROW INTO OUR PERSONAL FABRIC
        PEOPLE OUTSIDE ON THE STREET COLD AND HUNGRY, RUSSIAN THIEVES
        YOU THOUGHT OF THEM AS COSMONAUTS BUT THEY WERE SODOMITES
        STOLEN SALT AND PEPPER SHAKERS, CUTLERY
        SAD PUPPY DOG EYES LIKE NORMAN’S SISTER
        YOU WANTED TO BRING THEM INSIDE
        TO PERMIT THEM THEIR SINS
        DESPERATE TO DO HARM
        UNCLEAN GROPING
        REAL SUFFERING
        REAL LOSS

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  57. multiplemichael

    IN FULL KNOWLEDGE OF THE LAW
    YOU TURNED THE FLASHLIGHT OFF
    ADAM AND EVE IN THE DARK
    THE MINUTEST DETAILS COVERED IN BLACK
    WRETCHEDNESS LIKE BLOOD DRIPPED FROM THEIR HANDS
    THE NIGHT WITH ITS SMELL OF OLD JERUSALEM
    STORED-UP POTENTIAL OF HELLFIRE AND HORNED DEVILS
    THE WAGES OF SIN, DRUMS DRIVING THE BABY GLANDS
    DEATH OVERTAKES THE FUTURE

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  58. multiplemichael

    YOU WERE QUOTED AS SAYING, “WHAT A PITY IT HAD TO BE THIS WAY”
    THINGS YOU STOLE FROM THE LEVIATHAN FACTORY STASHED AT MOMS
    SINGLE-VOICED CUTLERY THAT HAD TO BE TAUGHT SILENCE
    COMPLICATED TREATMENTS LIKE A JAZZ-HEAD FINGER MAN
    TERRIFYINGLY AMBIGUOUS UP AND DOWN THUNDERING NOTES
    LIKE A MARCHING BAND AROUND A HEADACHE
    EACH WITH THEIR FOREIGN YOKE OF YESTERYEAR
    JAGGER, THE MESSENGER (FRUITS AND PRINCELY DELICATES)

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    • multiplemichael

      THINGS YOU STOLE FROM THE LEVIATHAN FACTORY
      THINGS THAT NEVER TURNED UP ON THE MONITOR
      WORDS FROM A GOTHIC NOVEL IN THE BREAKROOM
      SYMBOLS FROM THE BATHROOM STALL
      EIGHTEENTH-CENTURY MINDED THOUGHTS
      FROM A CRUD-CRUSTED SECURITY GUARD
      QUINTESSENTIAL MODERN AFFLICTIONS
      GENITAL MOTIFS, UNFATHOMABLE LONGINGS
      NEVER-TO-BE-IMPARTED SECRETS

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      • multiplemichael

        THINGS YOU STOLE FROM THE LEVIATHAN FACTORY
        MONEY, CLOTHES, AND DAINTIES
        TRIFLING AMENITIES OF LIFE
        A LOVING SISTER IN KENTUCKY
        ANNOYANCE AND MONOTONY
        THE TINKLING OF ANVILS
        IN THE ARMORIES
        LIKE A DENTIST CHAIR
        A DEVOURING EGO
        FEIGNS INNOCENCE
        SEXUAL WORMS—SEXUAL DUPLICITY
        MODES OF PROMISCUITY
        GUILTY DIALOGUE
        BARGAIN LOVE AT DISCOUNT
        CAN YOU HAUL IT AWAY ?

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      • multiplemichael

        POETRY WITH MOMENTS OF INTERRUPTION
        YOU OPEN THE DOOR 2 HOURS EARLY
        SHE WAS PLAYING AND REPLAYING
        A BEATING SHE TOOK AS A CHILD
        YOU WITH YOUR SUNDAY SCHOOL BOY APPROACH
        YOU TALK NO-HOLDS-BARRED, YOU DROP QUICK
        BIG GIRL VOCABULARY COMES OUT ON TOP

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      • multiplemichael

        A CHALLENGE TO SEE OURSELVES DIFFERENTLY
        PHALLIC AND VULVAL POETRY PALPITATING
        CRITICS MENTIONED THE LACK OF A BODY
        PEOPLE MAKE WORDS HAVE GENDER
        YOU TRANSCENDED ANATOMY
        TOUCHED EVERY BOOK IN THE LIBRARY
        I SEE YOU IN YOUR FAMILY ROOTS
        SURVIVAL TECHNIQUES ON THE BRAIN
        SOILED WITH UNCERTAINTY
        AS A PSYCHIATRIST
        I PRESCRIBE PERMANENT BLINDFOLD

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      • eatmorewords

        this poetry was tested on animals
        – a donkey
        duck and a monkey were sat in the auditorium as a monotone employee of Leviathan recited comments 345 & 65 to them
        – no reaction but their seats were found to be moist when they left
        and people who touch all the books in libraries are the same who lick the edges of coins
        the same people who see hot air balloons in dreams

        I’ve tried to look at things differently
        I spend half the days not wearing my glasses

        the world is under water and she is drowning

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      • multiplemichael

        THINGS YOU STOLE FROM THE LEVIATHAN FACTORY
        DARK CHALK TO COVER THE GHOST INSIDE YOU
        SOME OTHER SEX BUT NOT YOUR SEX
        PHYSICAL DIALOGUE WITHOUT THE WIFE
        QUICK BEFORE ERASURE

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      • eatmorewords

        are their floods in Florida?
        will Coral Gables be submerged ?
        will it bury everything you’ve stolen?
        do shoplift things you can afford?
        does the woman in your life ever read these worlds?
        is Miami under water?
        was this something that was written?
        something that was prophesied in that joke book,
        leather bound
        and stored in hotels
        motels
        holidays inns?

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      • multiplemichael

        CONSTANTLY BEING PUSHED TO FAIL
        ———MULTIPLEMICHAEL MUST FAIL !!!!!!!
        WILL I SURRENDER ?
        GIVE UP ?
        RELENTLESS ATTACK
        THEY CUT MY TEETH OUT
        GAVE ME A CLASSIC SMILE FROM KENTUCKY
        BEEN THROUGH TWO SISTERS
        HAD THE BIBLE FERMENTED
        AND FORCED DOWN MY THROAT
        SAW MOVIES OF OTHER MEN
        POUNDING CUSHIONED FEMININE FLESH
        WHERE WAS THE BLOOD AND TEARS ?
        WHERE WAS THE BABIES WITH FUNNY HEADS ?
        YOU LAUGH BUT I LIVE IN AMERICA

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      • eatmorewords

        multiplemicheal will fail – his pen will run dry – they will remove his teeth – his mouth
        a hollow hole – the tooth fairy will sell them a dollar a piece
        the mouth a black empty
        metallic bloody
        but if he fails
        I fail

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      • multiplemichael

        POTENTIAL VIOLENCE LURKS IN THE HAPPY AMERICAN HOUSEHOLD
        VIOLENCE BEYOND ANYTHING YOU AND I HAVE ENCOUNTERED
        THE YOUNGEST BABY SLEEPS IN A CARDBOARD BOX
        WHEN I VISIT, THE WIFE SAYS THAT SHE WILL OGLE ME
        OGLE ME REAL GOOD FOR $20
        I THINK ABOUT STD
        I THINK ABOUT JESUS
        WHY MY BROTHER TOOK THIS PATH
        WHY MY PARENTS CAN’T FACE THE TRUTH

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      • eatmorewords

        I saw the school portrait –
        young multiple micheal in shorts – the rest of the faces stuck on necks – thin and wobbling –
        32 faces and they all look the same – identical scars below the eye –
        – most likely to succeed
        – most likely to murder a small family in a rented apartment with a variety of weapons
        – most likely to land on the moon

        we don’t have proms here
        no year books
        here

        we keep those memories suppressed – all schools here are haunted –

        a 1,000 lines – I must eat more words

        – ogle me and ask for change

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      • multiplemichael

        LOCKED IN LONELY ISOLATION
        WITH INSTITUTIONAL HANDS
        THE LUCKY MOTEL ROOM
        IS FULL OF SEXUAL ACROBATICS
        MASCULINE MYSTIQUE
        CONCEPTUAL AT BEST
        RITUALS TO MAN UP
        AROUND THE FIRE
        THE DRUMS POUNDING
        TOXIC PILLS
        *mythologists make good poets

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    • multiplemichael

      SONGS OF WOMEN USING BARBITURATES
      WOMEN SINGING THOSE BALLADS
      AS THEY LABOR ON THE RAILROAD
      FEMALES WITH GET-OUT-OF-JAIL CARDS
      AND RECIPES FOR APPLEJACK OR WORSE
      NONCUSTODIAL LOVERS, EX-WIVES ON METH
      ——————WELL-WORN————————–
      CONSTANT CHATTER ABOUT THE NATURE
      OF BAD BEHAVIOUR
      VISUAL IMPACTS OF DAILY PUNISHMENTS
      ONE WOULD THINK
      THAT READING AN ENTIRE LIBRARY
      WOULD STIMULATE THINKING
      *sensitivity to uniqueness
      *appreciation of nuances

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      • multiplemichael

        I PUT YOU IN A CAR AND DROVE IN A CIRCLE
        FOR TWO DAYS
        IMPRESSIVE ANXIETY
        FATIGUE-RIDDEN JOHNNY BOY
        AT FIRST YOU WERE NERVOUS
        FAST-TALKING, A COFFEE VIRGIN
        BUT JESUS TAKES A LOT OUT OF YOU
        WHEN I GO TO ARIZONA
        THE FLYING SAUCERS FOLLOW

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    • multiplemichael

      POETRY WITH BAD CHILD PSYCHOLOGY
      DRAMA WITH CURTAINS DRAWN
      OLDER WOMEN WERE SENTIMENTAL
      THEY TOOK SNAPSHOTS AND POSTED THEM
      WIND-SWEPT LANDSCAPES WITH RAISED OUTLINES
      MOTHER-FIXATED BOYS WERE IN CHARGE OF THE CITIES
      RELENTLESSLY REPEATED RHYTHMS—FRENZIED BEATS
      SELF-RECOGNITION WAS THE FIRST RUNG OF THE LADDER
      I TURNED THE FLASHLIGHT ON AND THERE YOU WERE
      JOHNNY BOY IN THE CIRCLE OF PROBING ALIENS
      YOU WERE DENYING REALITY BUT THE ABDUCTION WAS REAL
      YOU WERE THE OBJECT OF FASCINATION
      YOU ASKED, “AN EXERCISE IN UNMASKING ?”

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      • eatmorewords

        feminists hate the word HIStory –
        the story of masculine time – what about HERstory? – they campaign endlessly to join the vaginal threads together – queens and heroines –
        you know the names –

        Multiple Michael was a singularity once – split into two but alien lasers –
        multiplied on a gurney

        unmasked and probed
        flickering flashlights February skies

        didn’t recognise himself in a mirror

        fingerprints had changed

        they out him down somewhere in Florida and left part of him there

        Arizona has a lot to answer for

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      • eatmorewords

        the pantomime behind the curtains, deep crimson slash,
        hair at the edges,
        part them wide
        a glimmer of light a
        failed actor, a part time waiter covered in juices, living off tips
        the embarrassing honeymoon scene

        a pocket watch has stopped
        both hands overlap and cast shadows

        multiple micheal ride into town on a bicycle made for two

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      • multiplemichael

        NO KNOWN SOURCE FOR YOUR WORDS
        PULL DOWN YOUR PANTS EXPLICITNESS
        REIN IN THE INTELLECT
        CORE PSYCHOLOGY ON DISPLAY
        POETS WITH FLICKERING TONGUES
        I HAVE HAD MINE CUT OFF
        TIME AFTER TIME
        PROPHET ELIJAH HAS DISTANCED HIMSELF
        DISTANCING HIMSELF FROM THE MULTIPLEMAN
        ONLOOKERS MAKE HIM NERVOUS
        I THROW ROCKS AT THEM
        BEING BIBLICAL MAKES ME BRAVE

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      • multiplemichael

        RAW MATERIAL EVERYWHERE
        POETS SAVOR PRIME MATTER
        IMPRINTED WITH BIBLICAL NAMES
        BETRAYERS WITH KISSING LIPS
        WRAPPED IN BLANKETS OF LUST
        TINY SCRAPS OF PAPER
        WITH THE WORD
        SODOMY
        ERASED AND ERASED AGAIN
        MATHEMATICAL SODOMY
        BILLYGOAT IN NATURE
        RENDER, RENDER MORE
        MULTIPLEMICHAEL IS PLURAL

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      • eatmorewords

        The woman in the office have a secret language – everything is post modern – contemporary history –
        coy looking at keyboards
        squirting perfume after personal breaks
        – time of the month –
        they are all effected by the moon –
        weekend sodomites –
        – playful emails hint at things not said
        – the computers buzz and whirl

        – abandoned telephones ring at the site of the wreckage

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  59. multiplemichael

    ABANDONED TELEPHONES COLORED COMFORTABLE
    EMPTY WHISKEY PINTS HIDDEN FROM VIEW
    BETTER OFF SEEKING THAN FINDING
    UNDERWEAR THAT SMELLED
    LIKE HAM-ON-RYE
    TENDERLY POLITE
    WITH THE POKING STICK

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    • eatmorewords

      dug up versions 24 and 76 of the dictionary,
      early edits with more pictures then words, sent back for corrections
      ALWAYS SEND BACK FOR CORRECTIONS –
      confessional diatribes that secretly you don’t want anyone to read –
      – the flarf man need road signs to direct him THIS IS A POEM was at the final destination, just after the full stop,
      sto lend from page 7

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