if only for the view

smell of perfume infused with
meat, it’s everywhere
coming out of all crevices –
buildings reeking of offal –
a city of dead animals
the man on the corner was preaching the world will end in a deluge –
he spoke with utter conviction –
“you must go high” he said
“if only for the view”…

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6 comments

  1. multiplemichael

    SMELL OF PERFUME…..I WANTED THE EVIL BUT NOT THE DEVIL
    $9, 000 AMERICAN IN FORKS, A THOUSAND FOR FLOWERED RUM
    COFFEE AND MORE COFFEE, THE DIANE ARBUS CHARACTERS
    CAME AND WENT, BALONY AND WHITE BREAD, SOME SMOKES
    MEAT WAS EVERYWHERE, BIG FISH FROM THE LAKE, ROADKILL
    D. CRABS AND THINGS WITHOUT SHELLS, GIANT TONGUES SLICK
    THE CONSTANT BILLOW OF SMOKE, NO ELECTRIC CIGARETTES
    REAL MEN COVERED IN MUD, MISERABLE DOGS IN PARKED CARS
    ONLY GAY MEN WERE CLEAN OR PARTIALLY CLEAN, DIDN’T SEE ANY
    COMPLEXITIES, CONTRADICTIONS AND WOMEN 200 POUNDS OVER
    ARTIFICIAL LIFE FUELED BY THE EMOTIONS, FROG LIPS AND WORSE
    INTELLECTUAL INCEST, CLOSE-UPS OF MISSING FINGERS
    BEDSPRINGS OF THE HUMAN WILL, INNER CIRCLE STUFF
    NOT A SINGLE SMALL CHILD, CHILDREN SELL QUICK

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  2. multiplemichael

    THE LADY AT THE MEAT COUNTER WAS TALKING TO A CUSTOMER
    I HEARD HER SAY THAT SHE HAD STUDIED PAVLOVIAN PSYCHOLOGY
    AN EDITED PRESENTATION OF HER LIFE RAN BEFORE MY EYES
    I TOOK DELIGHT IN MY DAYDREAM OF HER HUSBAND AND CHILDREN
    SHE WAS A MATHEMATICIAN AND HER LIFE WAS PURELY MATHEMATICAL
    THE OPIATES IN HER LIFE WERE LOCKED UP AND SHE CONTROLLED THE KEY

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    • eatmorewords

      the woman at the butchers counter worked there during the war – ration cards – the scarcity of meat –
      meat substitutes and people missing feared dead
      – the thinnest slices handed over between grease proof paper –
      the maths of meat –
      she had seen the ebb
      she had seen the flow –
      now there is mountains of meat – meat made in laboratories
      meat concocted in factories –
      equations to follow instructions in manuals HOW TO MAKE MEAT
      fake meat not from animals –
      and still they starve

      she thought of her children
      she thought of the opiated locked away
      now where was that key?

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      • multiplemichael

        THE HOBGOBLIN OF LITTLE MINDS
        A MACHINE THAT PRODUCES POETRY
        SIMPLE MASOCHISM—WORDS LINE UP TO BE FLOGGED
        EX-FOOTBALL PLAYERS—-DEEP PARALYSIS IN A WHEELCHAIR
        SPIT ON WORDS THAT TRIGGER MUCH OF TODAY’S POETRY
        ONE WOULD HOPE FOR VICTORIA SECRET GOLD-TOOTHED MODELS
        *binding of hands
        *ropes and more ropes
        *fancy knots that only scary psycho people could tie
        *sealing of mouths
        *duct tape
        *rubber balls
        *butt plugs
        A VERBAL SURGEON TO REMOVE TAGS AND OTHER CATASTROPHES
        A MALODOROUS MOLESTER (STRONG SMELL OF CHEESE FROM DENMARK)
        MINDLESS LYRICISM—SOUL-FREE POETRY—PATHOLOGICAL
        JUST BECAUSE I AM IN A STRAITJACKET
        —PEOPLE ASK ME IF I’VE HEARD RUSSIAN JAZZ
        LIKE I WILL FIND SELF-IDENTIFICATION IN SYNCHRONIZED RHYTHM
        FIRST, GERMAN EXPRESSIONISM THEN MEXICAN METAL
        THEN SOVIET JUKEBOX BETWEEN SHOOTINGS AND MORE SHOOTINGS
        ——————WHAT HAPPENED TO POEMS ABOUT BUTTERFLY COLLECTING ?
        HUSBANDS WHO EMBRACED THEIR WIVE’S LIFELESS BODIES ?
        THE FAMILY VAULT WITH THE FRESH FLOWERS AND A HONEYMOON SCHEME ?
        MY POETRY MACHINE WROTE ABOUT A COFFEE COUNTER GIRL
        A COFFEE COUNTER GIRL IN FORKS, WASHINGTON
        MOTORCYCLE MEN WITH SKULLS AND METH
        $40 DOLLAR FRILLY FLOWER POTS
        NOT A SINGLE CHILDHOOD REMINISCENCE
        THERE WAS A HINT OF PRYING EYES
        DETECTIVES AND HOMELAND SECURITY

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  3. multiplemichael

    BONDING THROUGH SHARED INSULTS—-THAT’S WHAT I LOVE ABOUT LIFE
    my poetry writing machine has no idea what that means….I’ve typed it in several times
    BONDING THROUGH SHARED INSULTS
    BEING IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE WHO IS SWEET AND SECRETLY TOUGH
    A HUMAN WHO COULD BREAK YOUR ARM IN A BLINK OF THE EYE
    A HUMAN WHO HAS CRACKED MY STERNUM
    AND CAUSED ME TO HAVE KNEE THERAPY TWICE
    THAT’S JUST A HINT OF LOVE

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  4. multiplemichael

    WHY DO POETS ALWAYS STEAL THINGS AT PARTIES ?
    my poetry writing machine has no idea what that means….I’ve typed it in several times
    WHY DO POETS ALWAYS STEAL THINGS AT PARTIES ?
    SELF-HATING ASHES, A LOT HAS BURNED AWAY
    ALCOHOL BY THE GALLONS, BRITTLE JOKES
    EXCUSE ME, DID I STEP ON YOU ?

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