Part Three…

Concrete climbs up from the surface, pipes attach it to the ground.
There is a whole exterior hidden away. Skeletons of wires. Buildings of arteries. Thousands of buildings. Edging up. There is claustrophobia here. A sinister sensation amongst a canopy of aerials.

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  1. multiplemichael

    YOU DON’T MENTION THE RECRUITER WHO CONTROLS THE FATE OF ALL CHILDREN
    NOT ONLY YOUR CHILDREN BUT ALSO ALL THE CHILDREN WHO LIVE IN AFRICA WHO ARE HUNGRY AND DISEASED ——I ONLY MENTION THE RECRUITER BECAUSE HE IS TRYING TO OUTSMART YOU WITH CONCRETE AND METAL AND WIRES OF ALL BREEDS
    ( I think he is Swiss )

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    • eatmorewords

      they don’t recognise him
      the recruiter
      error 404 – there was a failure to authenticate – the other side of 8am

      – no –
      no one saw him

      tendrils & intestines in the shape of infinity

      I was never her favourite regardless of the rumours

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      • multiplemichael

        MESMERIZED BY THE SPECTACLE OF RAW MEAT
        SHE WAS IN A FEMALE HARNESS
        IT WAS LEGAL
        what I thought was the Rolling Stones turned out to be the fife and drums of a blind marching band ———-blind people hungry for tenderness
        I SAW HER SQUATTING BEHIND A BUSH
        THERE WERE COINS DROPPING TO THE GROUND
        what I thought was the Rolling Stones turned out to be the fife and drums of a blind
        marching band———–blind people don’t have a chance…sharks prevail
        BLIND STUBBORNNESS IS A SHADOW OF COURAGE
        THE RECRUITER IS A BIG FISH—-THE CONTEST IS UNWINNABLE
        I SAW HER MONEY MAKER——–HUMAN HYDRAULICS ELBOWDEEP
        I TOLD THE MEN-FOLK BACK AT CHURCH
        IT WAS A MUTUAL AROUSAL SCENE WITH PRAYER
        ONANISM IS KING

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      • eatmorewords

        don’t fall into the trap of thinking five Englishman together are the Rolling Stones – and a marching band needs to have motion, fluidity movement other wise they are just people with instruments – this is all true

        the sound of coins dropping from the slots at the arcade – end of the pier and flashing lights –

        the puppeteer has had his puppets burned – his naked hands are all knuckles and calloused – thy pass the collection book at church – it rattled like the shoebox under your bed

        Four Englishman together are not the Beatles – they could be moneylenders or clowns with their make up removed

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      • multiplemichael

        THE HIGHWAY OF SEEKING, FINDING, TAKING
        ANONYMOUS POETRY
        FREE FROM NAME TAGS AND PITCHBLACK
        EXPERT HANDS LOST IN THE SEAL
        WHAT WAS COILED INSIDE HER ?
        SHE LAUGHED AT HIS SCIENCE
        HIS PUSH PINS AND STRING
        HIS COMPASS HAVING NEVER KNOWN PLEASURE

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      • multiplemichael

        haunting THE CAGED LIFE OF THE BLIND
        throw in a bad marriage THE CAGED LIFE OF THE BLIND
        everyone is a male at the duck hunt PLEASE, I’M NOT A DUCK
        egocentric and infantile BLIND WITH SYPHILIS
        WISHING I WAS NORWEGIAN
        THAT I COULD SEE THE MOON

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      • multiplemichael

        IN A PONDEROUS AND PROBLEMATIC WAY
        YOU WERE HER FAVORITE
        ALCHEMIC CHANGE OR NOT
        YOU WERE HER FAVORITE
        I WAS TOO FULL OF THE BASER ELEMENTS
        I WAS WALLOWING IN DREAMS
        I WAS OUTDOORS ROOFED WITH THE BLUE
        YOU WERE THE MATHEMATICAL CHILD
        SCHOOLING QUALIFICATIONS
        DOMESTICATED
        I WAS GROUNDED BY GLACIERS, SEAS, AND THE LACK OF TIME
        YOU’VE SEEN PHOTOS OF ME KISSING ABORIGINES
        I WAS NEVER THE ONE TO TURN DOWN PLATYPUS ON SPANISH FLY

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      • multiplemichael

        I COULD HAVE BROUGHT A JAR OF ACTIVE ATOMS TO THE MEETING
        ATOMS WITH A SWIRL—-YOUR FAVORITE
        YOU ALWAYS SAY HOW HARD THEY ARE TO COME BY
        JUST THINK “CURIE”
        THEY MADE THAT STUFF WITHOUT THE COMFORTING COVER OF LEAD
        SPEAKING OF CUPBOARDS….ARE YOU IN THE DWELL OF LOVINGLY ?
        LAST TIME I WAS OVER THERE YOU WERE HANDLING RATTLESNAKES
        AND PREACHING MATHEMATICAL GLORY IN A PONDEROUS WAY
        I REMEMBER YOU SAID, ” WITHOUT WORDS PEOPLE WOULD BE BLIND”
        WHAT A HISTORIC REASSERTION OF THE MAGIC OF WORDS

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      • multiplemichael

        I was the one who started the rumors
        at the funeral I was the minister
        he was in training for the Elder service
        but he slipped and collided with a foreigner
        he still thinks the solid impact was an accident
        he still thinks Emily Dickinson is the Queen of his Evangelical Enterprise
        it was a church of Man but he thought of it as the church of Meat
        was I a worthy pastor ?
        was I an Elder in a secret society ?
        a finer scheme….I think not

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      • multiplemichael

        words at face value—opinionated
        controlled entirely by appetite
        willing to pervert reason
        to expose essential animality
        to poop on the dunghill
        and call it chocolate
        *household rubbish and bestial aspects of human conduct
        **sufficient poverty is like rat poison to poets

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      • multiplemichael

        having never known pleasure
        his compass pointed north
        the young Johnny Boy
        entirely preoccupied
        with the jewel of the crotch
        appetite is everything
        exemplary function
        that is chapter two

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      • multiplemichael

        ERROR 404 IS DIFFERENT IN FLORIDA
        SO ARE OUR STANDARDS OF MEASUREMENT
        ———the anguish of Europe passed us by——–
        CHRONIC PAIN AND EMPLOYMENT IN A VULTURE NEST
        OLD-TIMERS ARE BEYOND PALE
        ONLY A TINY NIGHT-LIGHT BURNS IN THEIR SOUL
        HALLMARK CARDS COMMENT ON SOMETHING NOT YET REVEALED
        IT IS TRUE THAT POETRY UNNERVES US
        *multiplication outside France

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      • multiplemichael

        I would sneak out my bedroom window at night to stare at the blue-black bulls
        they lived in a sterile enclosure, free from bogeyman boyfriends
        fear that which is longer than wide, serpents of ejaculation
        the father of many faces, children being born outside the graveyard
        no one can be that bad yet he was more than a dinosaur or a monster
        the dogged will to reproduce, to survive alcoholism and wrecked cars

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      • eatmorewords

        I never read the book but I glued the pages together
        hollowed out the pages
        and inside
        inside I hide the secrets

        hidden in plain sight
        lost in the open

        the feelings of walking through an empty house

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      • multiplemichael

        never wanted more than common pleasures
        old-fashioned happiness
        to smile at other people’s babies
        dozens of birthday parties
        no need for last minute rescues
        no need for elevators
        or an Otis man
        with seven inches

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    • multiplemichael

      I see you’ve put your 27 cents in the pocket of the Recruiter
      you seem to have a haunting gaze
      are you an onlooker ?
      the “little owls” are at home
      something past 6, it all sounded French
      contemptuous eyes and a back-pocket flute
      huge posters dwarf the street fowl
      you so wish to explore behind the picturesque
      to measure the size of legs and beaks
      to make pencil sketches
      the conquest of all distant and exotic lands
      nonsense lives require restrictions
      say, “HELLO HELL”

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    • multiplemichael

      just like Charles Manson, the Recruiter is a big fish
      reverse the paintings—loneliness for England
      all my people are gypsies, tramps, and bandits
      no French blood—no trouble with raw numbers
      a hybrid form—sometimes threatening contents
      so blind that I failed blind school

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    • multiplemichael

      the Recruiter looks for telltale patterns
      Lord Child, your fossils and tools from up above
      they have collected DNA from love and hate
      the Neander Valley Boys put up a real fight
      yes, they were nursed but death was long-standing

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  2. multiplemichael

    (fall into a trap) A PERCEPTUAL TRAP—A DISATROUS FALL—YOUTH TURNS SOUR
    THE NEIGHBORS ARE BLIND… THEY LIVE BY A TICKING CLOCK
    A VINEGARY SMELL LIKE CAT URINE MASKED WITH MEDICINE
    WHAT ARE THEIR ODDS OF HARVEST ?
    GOD IS HARD-BITTEN AND CRUEL
    GOD SO OFTEN PAINTS WITH MENOPAUSE GRAY
    HE/SHE WRITES POETRY WITH INJURIES AND SCARS
    UNDEREQUIPPED FEMALES WITH LARGE SCABS
    ANYTHING SEXUAL IS A STUBBORN THING
    NOTHING GENTLE IN THE NIGHT
    THE FAT FINGERS OF EROS

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      • multiplemichael

        YOKO URINE WITH A TWIST OF MEDICINE
        A FINAL SOLILOQUAY FOR AN OLD QUEEN
        REPEATED FOR SUBSEQUENT AUDIENCES
        HOUR PILING UPON HOUR
        BEING PRESSED INTO THE DIRT
        A THREE POUND ASH IN THE ASHBIN

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      • eatmorewords

        in some room, a hotel,
        lights flicker in the hall, they watch you get dressed through a two way mirror –
        chambermaids and the Otis men

        – a conference of loan sharks gather in the bar – words are exchanged like illicit dead drops

        driving past at speed
        vacancy reads as vaccine

        you have different measurements then us – some of your words sound better

        turnpike
        sidewalk

        (there are more i think…)

        meanings are the same though

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  3. multiplemichael

    WENT FOR A JOY RIDE WITH TENNESSEE WILLIAMS YESTERDAY
    TALK ABOUT A WATER-SPOUT—GOOD HEAVENS !!!
    ALWAYS WEIRD WHEN MEN STAND FAR BACK FROM THE URINAL
    AND DISPLAY WHAT CAN ONLY BE DESCRIBED AS “HORSE-LIKE”
    SIZE SPEAKS VOLUMES—MENTALLY OBLIGED TO MEASURE
    ARE YOU MORE LIKELY TO PERFORM ?
    CAN THE BIG PICTURE SUSTAIN DIRECT LIGHT ?
    HOW STRONG IS THE ANIMAL REGIME ?

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  4. multiplemichael

    PULLING ON YOUR DIAGONAL TO STRAIGHTEN THE WARP
    KISSING ABORIGINES—LAUGHING ABOUT MATHEMATICAL METH
    A SWIRL OF ATOMS—EARLY MORNING WITH A CUP OF COFFEE
    A SWIRL OF ATOMS—LATE AFTERNOON WITH AN ITALIAN CIGARETTE
    THE BASER ELEMENTS ARE PUT TO BED—ALL INFORMATION FILTERED

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    • eatmorewords

      it’s evening here – it’s wet here
      sitting at the office here, waiting – all the terminals buzz static
      electric
      hair on ends
      magnetic
      reading about the baser things and the ephemeral things – I need a strong drink – I kissed an aboriginal girl once, in a desert under a burning sun – it didn’t last long – we never met again – I never returned
      to her or there
      a memory, occasionally

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      • multiplemichael

        YOU ARE DEEPLY INDEBTED TO THAT ABORIGINAL GIRL
        PICTURESQUE AS THE WHOLE THING MAY BE
        AVANT-GARDE LIP SMACKING
        IN THE BUSH (?)
        NEUROTIC IMPULSES ARE ALWAYS BEYOND CONTROL
        I PURCHASED STILTS FOR THE SHORT PEOPLE IN MY FAMILY
        THEY COMPLAINED NOT REALIZING THEIR NEW RANGE OF VISION
        THEY COULD EASILY SEE HEAVEN OVER THE INHUMANE AND SELFISH

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      • eatmorewords

        the stilts gave splinters deep but it was worth it for the elevated views – enlightened moments are few and fleeting –

        remember what you can
        keepsakes and I heard someone say souvenirs only remind you of buying them

        she leaves me gifts
        She is a fifth columnist

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      • multiplemichael

        the aboriginal girl could radiate power with her lips
        the impact of your kiss was suitcase nuclear bomb
        VESUVIUS ABOVE THE BELT LINE
        —-the violence of your push pins
        mechanical wringing
        de’ perfume of “eatmorewords”
        sweetening decay with poetry
        grieving wordpress and the shallow grave
        daily visitors ? photographs of unplanted buildings
        you erect pencils and workmen cry
        —-you might be a squirrel
        you’re harboring nuts
        *very crafty…getting an aboriginal girl to kiss a squirrel

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      • multiplemichael

        when you kissed the aboriginal girl
        did you think about the methane
        from cow farts ?
        off-kilter lust
        a knowing leer
        an innocent stumbling
        through life
        each kiss is a rekindle
        of Freudian fire

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      • eatmorewords

        Germanic cows add methane to the atmosphere – they are killing your kids kids kids
        by the time their dead cows will be robots

        all future meat synthetic and meat free

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      • eatmorewords

        rooms on top of rooms on top of room living above someones head with people below your feet living in a room above a room below a room with pipe inside walls
        moaning

        wearing twenty pairs of underpants is just too much (even in this weather)

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  5. multiplemichael

    OH, THE JUSTIFICATION FOR THIS BLUE-PENCILING MEMORY
    INTO THE INNER LIFE OF THE CHARACTER, JOHNNY BOY
    EIGHT MILES OF TENSION BETWEEN DESIRES AND CONSCIENCE
    “BEING MILKED” JOHNNY BOY KEPT PLAYING SWITCHEROO
    WITH THE YOUNG BUSHMOTHER’S BABY
    A KISS IS A KISS AND A LIQUID FEAST
    IS A TRESPASS OF SORTS
    HAVING LIVED ON THE DANGEROUS EDGES
    WHAT TYPE OF REHEARSAL WAS HIS LIFE ?
    CROOKED AND UNCERTAIN
    PEEKS THROUGH THE CRACK IN THE DOOR
    WAS IT A VIOLENT QUARREL OR LOVEMAKING GONE ROUGH ?
    TORMENTED BY DEMONIC IMAGINATION
    HYPERMODERN, HE COULD WEAR LIPSTICK
    AND HOLD HANDS WITH ANOTHER MAN IN PUBLIC
    ENMESHED IN SUPERSTITION AND MAGIK
    MULTISENSORY EXPERIENCE
    A DIORAMA INSIDE HIS PANTS
    THINGS ALIVE AND MOVING
    HIS BELOVED KUBLA KHAN

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  6. multiplemichael

    unshaded—-angels have moved the tree
    split personality people in charge
    Science or Surgery (you pick)
    stimulate and then the bulge
    expectations
    feelings associated with the swim suit areas
    cottage cheese noodle
    explode like a bomb through tiny tubes
    splintering off parts of the body
    poems about otherness
    about separation from the past
    “merciful” forgettings
    a stolen kiss
    (*****) siphoned off
    they had no phones
    you got away safe

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  7. multiplemichael

    you mention your sharp haircut—hair from the Greek “graphe” having something to do with HER
    SHE stuck a knife in your head this morning—a real slash with bright red blood
    back-and-forth, SHE went back-and-forth with the knife and you seemed unwilling
    and I was worried because there was a lot of blood and it seemed too bright red
    you used foul language and seemed frightened and in pain—all messy with blood
    I wanted to take a photo of the ragged streak but She pointed the knife my way
    I was only an observer—I was afraid of being cut—I said, “sorry may be next time”

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  8. multiplemichael

    too shy to employ male pronouns
    ———————————————
    latent sexual anxieties on the shelf covered with the dust of time
    silent secret courtship in almost every photograph
    no real injury in being honest
    SHE said, “one day we will publish”
    so proud of the manliness of a literary life
    through other disciplines and wearing pants
    a little surgery and a sharp haircut
    “how about a little cut on the head ?”

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  9. multiplemichael

    WHAT A RIOT—-A LITTLE CUT ON THE HEAD !!!
    WORDS GATHERED FROM MANY WANDERINGS
    DEATHBED JITTERS, THE BLOOD MADE EVERYONE
    HAVE SECOND THOUGHTS
    THE BRIGHT RED COLOR
    YOU BROUGHT HER DAISIES
    AND SHE WANTED ROSES

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    • eatmorewords

      the blood is always red
      but like the bulls it changed colour under certain lights –
      tonight she bled oil –
      blackest oil –
      crude it dripped as the petals fell – I won’t bring her flowers again (flowers are for artists to paint or decorate graves)

      this wasn’t a time to laugh
      this wasn’t a time to consider the angels or puzzle at the maths –

      the jitters &
      she shivers so hard
      I thought there were two of her

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      • multiplemichael

        I UNDERLINED THE CIRCULAR REASONING IN YOUR POST
        PRYING INTO MOMENTS OF LIFE: A SIMPLE CUT ON THE HEAD
        POETS CONSTANTLY TRY TO REDEFINE THE ALL-TOO-DEFINABLE
        THE SAME THING SAID IN DIFFERENT WAYS
        TALKING ABOUT EACH MORNING WHEN THE ALARM GOES OFF
        UNREALIZED POSSIBILITIES NEVER COME TO LIGHT
        —-YOUR BLOOD WAS FULL OF EXCLAMATION MARKS—
        NO ONE HAS YOUR ANSWER—NO ONE YOU CAN FIND
        WHEN I LOOK OUT THE WINDOW
        THE YARD IS FULL OF COMPLACENT READERS

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      • multiplemichael

        CONSTANTLY REWORKING TRYING TO EXCLUDE THE COMMON READER
        SELF-EXPRESSION THROWS DARTS AT THE COMMON READER
        NO ROOM FOR MELODRAMA AND YET THE WORLD IS EMPTY
        THAT’S WHY YOU SLEEP—SO EVERYTHING GOES BLANK
        THE COLORS LEAVE THE COLORING-BOOK
        WORDS BECOME LETTERS AND THEN DUST
        IF YOU LOOK OUT THE WINDOW
        YOU WILL SEE PEOPLE LIKE ME REWORKING

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      • multiplemichael

        THEY WERE SO UNHAPPY WITH MY SMILE
        —-INAPPROPRIATE PLAYFULNESS—-
        AGGRESSIVE CIGARETTE SMOKING
        DIFFICULT MATERIAL — A REAL THUMB-SUCKER
        THE OPEN SPACES IN LIFE—I WAVE FROM INSOMNIA
        BEGGARS ON THE BRANCHES OF THE FAMILY TREE
        RELIGION AND GENDER HAVE A REAL TUSSLE
        SHE CUT YOUR HEAD TODAY—TOMORROW POSSIBLY AN EAR
        HER CHILDREN SING IN THE CHOIR OF DARKNESS
        THEY CARRY SMALL COMPUTER WINDOWS AND TALK TO HEAVEN
        THEY PASS JUDGEMENT ON THOSE WHO DO NOT ADHERE

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      • multiplemichael

        THE CONTAMINATIONS OF INHERITANCE HAUNTED HER
        DEPRIVATION IN MARRIED LOVE—CRUCIFIXION SEX
        NAILED TO THE BED—JISM OOZED FROM HER SOCIAL WOUND
        THERE WAS NO NORMAL RANGE OF HUMAN COMMUNICATION
        HER SEX HOLE LIKE AN EMPTY CHURCH
        HIS SEX STICK LIKE A TORMENTED SCORPION

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      • multiplemichael

        what you thought was red paint on your white trousers
        was really psychological blood
        or
        was it ink that leaked from a photograph
        that you held at an awkward angle ?
        you’ve been looking at old photographs of HER again
        with three doctors diagnosing your ills
        and you slip right back to HER
        sorry, you will never live up to your legend
        may be that you should get rid of the pants
        that may be blood and not yours
        your degree of control
        may be out of control
        take them to the humorless side of town
        where ruffians drink, fight, and womanize
        and not necessarily in that order

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      • multiplemichael

        I saw Norman’s mother trying to fill a word with meaning
        she was in hollow underwear with flames and sparks
        domesticated and made docile …. lovingly employed
        a full range of face….groping for the right one
        she was an insomniac in the backseat of lust

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      • multiplemichael

        a rather bad accident
        one foot made of paper-mache
        nothing will ever deliver right
        that which was long lost
        Christians fail to attend the circus
        it is a curse on fallen expression
        the naked heart is not for view
        swooning women fall by the wayside
        God himself was a clown

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      • multiplemichael

        DID ANYONE NOTICE NORMAN’S DEVELOPMENTAL MILESTONES ?
        THE SUCCESS AND SURVIVAL OF THE FUTURE
        CIRCUITRY ABOVE THE SHOULDERS
        FIX-IT-FAST BOYS
        UNIDENTIFIED FACTORS
        ARE HIDING IN THE BUSHES
        ANYTHING EMOTION-RELATED
        IS TO BE DESTROYED
        OR PLACED UNDER A LARGE ROCK

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      • multiplemichael

        you never talk about the ink that leaked from a photograph
        I tried to get Emily to write a poem about it
        she was more interested in sex and risky behavior
        her brain was wired for sexual amplification
        even at a young age
        her play was differentiated

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      • multiplemichael

        just think
        an entire repertoire without shadow
        the exploratory behavior of a female poet
        roughhousing between her legs
        when would her penis grow ?
        Emily prayed to Jesus about it
        Jesus answered with one large word:
        PSEUDOHERMAPHRODITISM

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      • multiplemichael

        frequent the coffee-houses—ask for debauchery
        HER SEX HOLE LIKE AN EMPTY CHURCH
        HIS SEX STICK LIKE A TORMENTED SCORPION
        please speak about Modern History
        be imaginative and picturesque
        suck your thumb and write romance
        I want you to apologize to God
        erase a bunch of those naughty words
        buy an expensive pillow
        add animation to your dreams
        obscurities are a turn-on

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      • multiplemichael

        REJECTED RELATIVES STAND OUTSIDE THE CLOSED BEDROOM DOOR
        EACH PERSON REALIZES DEFEAT IS INEVITABLE
        I TRY NOT TO STARE BUT EVERYONE HAS SMALL HANDS
        THEY ARE AS HELPLESS AS A LITTLE GIRL

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  10. multiplemichael

    ILLUSTRATE THE LARGER ARGUMENT ON THOSE WHO DO NOT ADHERE
    WE FIND OURSELVES IN THE REFLECTING—LIFE AS AN EASTER EGG HUNT
    A GRAND VISIONARY MOMENT—-AN ENTIRE REPERTOIRE WITHOUT SHADOW
    THE REALITY OF LIVING IS FAR MORE THAN THE UNFURLING OF EACH DAY
    CUED TO THE FATES OF MANY—WE DROWN IN THE GRASP OF OTHERS

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  11. multiplemichael

    I TRIED TO MAKE THE OTHERS
    TURN OFF THEIR FLASHLIGHTS
    LIFE ITSELF WAS ABOUT TO SHINE
    I DESIRED IT TO SHINE THROUGH ME
    NO LONGER LABORING TO DISTANCE MYSELF
    TO HIDE BEHIND BUSHES OR RUDE WORDS
    I AM LEAVING THE OLD CAMP
    I MAY DIE
    BUT I WILL FEAST ON THE NEW BEAUTY
    THE GOODNESS OF THE FLESH
    THE THORNS ARE GONE

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  12. multiplemichael

    UNAWARE THAT SHE WAS UNBUTTONED
    YOU COULD SEE THE SCARS OF REWORKING
    PEOPLE LIKE HER EAT AND END THEMSELVES
    A BRIEF METAPHYSICAL FLASH IN THE POETIC DARKNESS
    A WOMAN WHO WOULD PEE OUTDOORS
    AND ASK OTHERS TO COME SEE THE GOLDEN SPRAY

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  13. multiplemichael

    SHE WITH HER FOUR GREAT LIMBS
    FEELS “FAILED” BY ALL MEN
    A DOMESTIC ATTENDANT
    A BEDROOM PASTIME
    BLURRED AND WELL-WORN
    WITH A SPEAKING FINGER
    DEVIATE FROM THE KNOWN
    TRACE THE BROWN ROSE
    SUCH AN ODIOUS LESSON

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  14. multiplemichael

    to satisfy the wife’s peevish demands
    more rungs to nail to the ladder
    the weight has become almost intolerable
    as she searches the attic
    for her ego-ideal
    don’t worry
    she will soon
    entrust the task to someone
    she believes more suitable

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  15. multiplemichael

    sometimes she secretly erases what I have written
    my parade of words disappear like a line of ants
    everything has become a struggle to keep control
    I stand muddy outside normal civilized existence

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  16. multiplemichael

    the get-away is only temporary
    justice awaits in the afterlife
    Yoko colored the photo solid black
    the bad guys got away with their badness
    it was not enough—it never is
    is crime heartless fun ?
    carnivores are criminals
    little ones make an easy snack

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  17. multiplemichael

    Yoko colored the photograph black
    you spilled red ink on your white pants
    daily life at the sex church is tinged
    transparent sexual suggestiveness
    the milkmaids with their buckets
    charms and flames
    where their perky breasts
    dwell blissfully
    you hop, skip, and jump
    like a schoolboy
    free of those odd numbers
    the French scream over the fence
    ———any haven from the world’s vulgarity
    poetry and prose outside the artificial world
    —————-WHERE——————————
    bashful young ladies drop their drawers
    and paint with yellow perfumes
    the dynamics of such a sight
    deeply problematic
    what you see may depend on where you stand
    ————WHAT IF————————————–
    the heart of reality be perpetual night
    where sight neither touches or hears
    the silence of the grave
    fresh-poured to earth
    heavy heart

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  18. multiplemichael

    PILGRIM SHOES IN THE GRAVE
    IMAGINATION AND AUDIENCE
    DREDGE MURKIER DEPTHS
    I–THE NARRATOR, THE HUMAN LIZARD
    SUCK THE LIFE FROM PLEASURE
    ROB THE WOMB—THE EASY MEAL
    WHAT KIND OF CREATURE
    LIVES OUTSIDE NATURE ?
    CARNIVORES ARE CRIMINALS

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  19. multiplemichael

    pounds, shillings, and pence—Emily was inventoried
    seductions merely mockery
    pushing love to erotic finish-lines
    whimsical from orgasm
    the appetitive side of encounter
    sometimes I hear you pleading
    cheated pleasure—pleasure began but halted
    translating frustration into language
    always that MALE undercurrent
    the withholding—the longed-for return

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  20. multiplemichael

    Emily said that reality was constantly leading her
    down a hallway of mirrors
    a labyrinth of this and that
    her enclosed shelter
    a noun in motion
    hollow cells dividing
    evil wanting to dismantle
    the husband
    or someone like a husband
    to safeguard against punctuation

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    • eatmorewords

      pound for pound she was a heavy weight –
      bruised knuckles from the pounding – midnight brawler –
      she hide her secret life well –
      Emily in training – punching over cows and pulling trains –

      more than a pretty face
      inside her gloves she hide hard words, four syllables or more

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      • multiplemichael

        at one time Emily Dickinson was psychoanalyzed out of existence
        she had hot and cold running emotions
        and men in general
        made her want to shower
        her eyes were like cameras
        wanting to zoom in on every man’s pay envelope
        male babies were photogenic
        their privates made her sweat

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      • multiplemichael

        the flouting of self-evident rules of poetry
        signs of perverse amateurishness
        Emily tried to work through cause-and-effect
        young poets were starting to go plotless
        how could motives go unexplained ?
        “I embroider myself in my words”
        all any realist could think:
        even her clean panties are rust-crusted in the crotch

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      • multiplemichael

        Emily once said, “I suffer from obsessional gravity and I masturbate with mechanistic repetitiveness !”
        gangs of masked men lived inside her mind
        at night in the dark they took turns knowing her
        *second-hand and vulgar…..the myths of Emily Dickinson were true

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    • multiplemichael

      Emily OFTEN WORE THREE PAIRS OF PANTIES
      to safeguard against punctuation
      her inner self was inaccessible
      her inner self was insusceptible of proof
      one could rub the darling bud
      but no one including herself
      ever touched gold

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  21. multiplemichael

    WHAT WORLD THIS…….
    THAT THE CREATURES DEMAND ATTENTION
    A RESPONSE FROM ONE ANOTHER
    EVERY POSSIBILITY THAT DOES NOT CONFORM
    APPEARS IN A NEGATIVE LIGHT
    I HAVE DUG YOUR GRAVE IN LANGUAGE
    KNEE-DEEP IN WORDS I ASK YOU TO SLEEP
    JOHNNY BOY, PASS IN PEACE

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  22. multiplemichael

    free passage back and forth
    first-person…..third-person
    —–narration——————-
    Emily was an onlooker who rarely left her room
    she poured her Technicolor urine out the window
    she was a sundial for a candle
    isolated even in the land of loneliness
    each day was a psychological catastrophe
    how did she express her dominant mood ?
    one can only ponder the green fog in her chamber

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  23. multiplemichael

    the green fog has been linked to an emerald
    given to Emily by Thomas Wentworth Higginson
    rumor has it that Thomas won the jewel in a card game
    it being no ordinary beauty but one stolen
    from the ‘faery’ world
    Emily had great respect for its antiquity
    she would often speak to it in private
    supposedly it glowed when warm
    at night Emily would safeguard
    it in her most private region
    “kiss, kiss, kiss the hostess”

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