she again, again

she is the chipped tooth,
the newly discovered species,
a broke lace
a bent spine
the pen mark on a new shirt
the unread paragraph,
the third floor and an unwanted fetish
a bingo full house
something lost in the snow
and washed away by the dew

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171 comments

  1. multiplemichael

    SEVEN TIMES WE CIRCLED JERUSALEM
    I SAW THE CLOUDS OVER THE GARDEN OF EDEN
    EVE WAS NEWLY VISIBLE
    I COULDN’T STOP CRYING
    SHE WAS NEW
    NOT A COPY OF A COPY
    SHE WAS FRESH
    I COULD SMELL GOD ON HER

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    • multiplemichael

      ALBERTUS MAGNUS IS IN MICHAEL ONE MICHAEL TWO
      HIS BLOOD, HIS MUD, NASTY BITES AT NIGHT
      WORDS THAT RAINED FIRE AND BRIMSTONE
      WORDS THAT SCORCHED THE EARTH
      VIGOROUS PEASANT DANCE WITH RED
      WHAT ISSUES FROM GUILTY HANDS ?
      VAPORS THAT FALL BACK DOWN
      A BLAZING PALETTE OF POVERTY
      SOULS WITH NO KNIT TO THEIR FABRIC
      FULL OF UNLIVED LIFE AND SACRIFICES
      THE WEEPING SHRUBS HOLD THEM IN

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      • eatmorewords

        a found note:

        he decided to make a time machine to go back in time to tell himself how to build a time machine so he could go back in time to tell himself (and this is where the message ended)

        ———————————

        I will take back what was stolen from me and soon there will be no one left alive who remembers the war –

        the sun was too hot yesterday I felt I was melting as I turned colours knowing the sewer were just veins

        in films the bomb is always stopped with 1 second to go

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      • multiplemichael

        FINGERING THE NARROWEST POINT WHERE EUROPE ALMOST TOUCHES AFRICA
        CAUGHT IN THE WEB OF A LANGUAGE ADULT MEN SHY AWAY FROM
        A MAN WHO REMAINED BEHIND WHEN OTHERS DEPARTED
        TO CONQUER THE FATHER FACTOR, HUMAN VICES AND LIMITS
        TO DROWN THE UNQUENCHABLE THIRST FOR KNOWLEDGE
        AGAINST WHICH TO MEASURE MANLY GEOGRAPHY
        TO INTERRUPT THE UNCHARTED ADVANCE
        AMAZED AT THE FASHIONING OF ROMANCE
        JERUSALEM, THREE TIMES IN ONE NIGHT

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      • eatmorewords

        flights of fancy away from this – as a kid
        I thought Jerusalem was in the clouds
        I know people who shy away from shadows and are scared of the night
        and people in the shadows with wolverine teeth –
        a life defined by barriers and masks

        lines drawn but never crossed –
        the geographical line of this island is one continuos Iine like the outline of a murder victim
        chalk white

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      • multiplemichael

        THE BITTERSWEET SCIENCE OF APES AT THE DINNER TABLE
        INTELLECTUALS AND PRACTICAL JOKERS
        IN DIAPERS ONLY YESTERDAY
        INTRICACIES OF POETRY
        LAID BARE
        CALLED A NOVELTY LIFE
        WITH A DECK OF GIFTS
        HAPPINESS PLAYS NO FAVORITES
        WHEN ASKED
        “STEPPING THROUGH FIRE”
        NOT ON FILM OR TELEVISION

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      • multiplemichael

        UNTAUGHT AND BROUGHT UP HEATHENS
        EACH PATH LEADS TO GRIEF
        THREE WHEELS ON THE GROUND
        ILL-USAGE—IGNORANCE—NEGLECT
        SEARCHING FOR A STRANGE EGG
        A MATE WITH A WISH-GRANTING CROTCH

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      • eatmorewords

        handcuffed to a stranger arranged marriage
        at gunpoint, fake smiles in the ceremonial pictures

        (there was no honeymoon)

        on the top deck spat at by salty wind as dolphins guide you

        Charlie boy mentally marooned on an island comprising second hand words and coconut husks – there is no view, save the straight line of the horizon –

        Noah at the ark sale
        Noah salvaging nuts and bolts
        Noah reading Spinoza and drinking tea, Italian cigarette hanging from his lip

        you said you would never get unit bed with the enemy but you lied

        misgivings and enteral regrets

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      • eatmorewords

        I saw the dictionary and I burnt it and I joined a group that attempted to write a new dictionary – we stole from here and borrowed from here –
        and six years later we have got nowhere –
        we stop for drink every 10minutes
        then cigarette breaks

        we leave each evening saying ‘tomorrow will be better”, then
        slow walk home through dark town, stops for jazz and drink
        lungs of smoke

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      • multiplemichael

        A LONG TIME AGO
        WHILE YOU WERE WORKING
        ON THE DICTIONARY
        I LIVED ON THE OUTSKIRTS
        OF WASHINGTON DC
        IN DARK TOWN
        2 WHITE MEN
        IN A WORLD OF BLACKS
        SOMETIMES SO MANY PEOPLE
        SAT ON AND AROUND OUR CAR
        THAT WE COULDN’T LEAVE
        —————————————
        ENDOWED MEN WOULD WAVE
        THEIR DONGS TO THE SKY
        GOD UP ABOVE
        WOULD WAVE HIS HOLY OYSTER
        BACK AT THEM

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  2. multiplemichael

    DREAMS ABOUT PEOPLE STANDING ON TOP OF THEIR CARS
    READING ALOUD THE LIST OF PEOPLE TO DIE
    HOW LITTLE MEANING CAN LIFE HAVE ?
    IMMEDIATE SELFISH GRATIFICATION
    BEDROOM THEATRICALS
    EMBARRASSMENT
    POLITE TO LIMITS
    INACCESSIBLE LOVERS
    UNEQUAL MIXTURES, FICTION AND FRICTION
    POETRY WITH SUPERIMPOSED MEANINGS
    LEAKING FALSE VERSIONS OF REALITY
    SENTIMENTAL LANDSCAPES WITH ANGRY ANTS
    INFLATED PARASITIC EMOTIONS ON PARADE
    UPWARDLY AND DOWNWARDLY, GENITAL WARTS
    POSSIBLY DARWINIAN ORGANISMS
    STEP WHERE YOU MAY
    THE WAYS OF THE LORD
    CLUTTER THE PATH
    EXPLORATION
    EXPLOITATION
    POLARITY

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    • eatmorewords

      always a disconnect between theory and practise –
      we are all lapsed into praxis

      diverged from the path

      – I have borne children (but not physically) – I have invested time & fluid –

      my path was changed

      at the crossroads selling soup to the devil

      She phoned me and implored me to keep it post modern and all I could think off was Normans mum sitting in a rocking chair on a veranda
      sun setting
      and a shotgun across her knees

      Darwin had a thing for apes.

      I’ve spent the weekend with black militants and an Italian crime family.

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      • multiplemichael

        YOUR NARRATIVE LINE IS VALID
        LIKE SOME KIND OF OUTER SPACE PAINT
        REFLECTED ON THE ROADWAY AT NIGHT
        YOU SPEAK SO FREELY OF JERUSALEM
        MADE POSSIBLE BY MEMORY AND LANGUAGE
        PEOPLE ARE SPECIAL TREES
        SO MUCH CAN BE SAID ABOUT THE ROOTS
        STUDY THE ROOTS AND YOU WILL DISCOVER
        EVEN GOD IS FLAWED, ENCLOSED AND A PRISONER

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      • eatmorewords

        I was nervous before she was within three days &
        her smell raced ahead and I fell between the gap scratching elbows and knees through the darkness of tubes and I threw out hooks to catch the sides to slow the descent as I cascaded downwards –
        I live day to day – (don’t we all) –
        I have vague memories of being inside amongst fluid and echoes and sounds that I couldn’t grab or touch – it was red and warm and throbbed and
        and it was an entrance
        and an exit

        days spend in Paris,
        in the rain. Postcard stereotypes.

        – – –

        and I have photographs of UFOs over the moors
        carcasses of animals and their bones

        – – –

        we all need time away
        we all need time away

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      • multiplemichael

        THE TRUE INDIVIDUAL
        NO SMALL ACHIEVEMENT
        LIFE CAN NOT BE EXHAUSTED
        VAPOROUS TRICKS THROUGH TIME HAVE FAILED
        PUBLIC EDUCATION BEING THE TOBACCO SPIT
        OF A DEMONIC NATURE
        CARTOON INSTRUCTORS AND SLAPSTICK KNOWLEDGE
        HUMOR WARMED OVER AS HISTORY
        WHY DRAG THE PAST INTO THE PRESENT ?
        DESTRUCTION IS ALWAYS FASTER THAN CONSTRUCTION
        REPETITION AND JARGON—KING JAMES WITHOUT DINOSAURS
        MEN AND WOMEN HAVE NO CAPACITY TO LEARN FROM THE PAST
        SPONTANEOUS EXPRESSION OF EMOTIONS RULES THE MOMENT

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      • eatmorewords

        she took a selfie of her and the moon – it’s alway been there for as long as she can recall – hanging invisible strings – a puppet with no strings – shoot the marionette –

        all her achievements recorded in a book you’ll never see –
        she is her
        part of history at a time of harvest

        people are good at heart
        she knew where the anti-matter was we knew where the poems were stored

        st james bare knuckles outside the bar with Gideon

        automatic writing means I’m finished before I know I’ve started

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      • multiplemichael

        ******SPONTANEOUS EXPRESSION IN DARKTOWN
        BANG…BANG, YOU’RE DEAD SUCKER !!!
        PEOPLE MISS THE SPITTOON AND OTHER PEOPLE STEP IN IT
        SCIENTIFIC KNOWLEDGE COMES FROM THE TRACKS
        HUMANITY CAN BE STUDIED IN THE BROWN GOO
        A REAFFIRMATION OF ALL THINGS RELIGIOUS
        A LITTLE “THANK YOU” FOR ALL THE PIONEERS
        WHO BROUGHT EUROPEAN VISIONS
        TO OUR SAVAGE LAND

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      • eatmorewords

        in dark town the shadows run long – sidewalk trash blown – again the flickering neon lights
        again the piss gurgling in kerbs shot out from hobo meat
        I haven’t returned to dark town since the INCIDENT
        since the mask was removed
        since we emerged from the tunnels –

        every time I arrive anywhere by boat I think this is how the pilgrims must have arrived and I see black hats bobbing on waves and strike through 23 lines

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      • multiplemichael

        JUST LIKE FLYING ON THE BIG ROADS AT 90 mph
        WE ARE NOT FULL MASTERS OF OUR BEHAVIOR
        SOMETIMES OUR HEADS POP OFF
        OUR LUNGS GO FLAT
        NONHUMANS ARE EVERYWHERE
        ANY UNDERSTANDING OF THIS CONDITION
        IS QUESTIONABLE
        GNATS OF SOCIETY
        *here in Florida, we have bad-natured bugs
        from New York and New Jersey

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      • eatmorewords

        —above sleeping people in silent houses with electrical things turned off
        or on stand by
        —where cars stood still
        and cats had the run of the streets
        —amongst shadows cast from street lights
        in the dark sky,
        they had noticed a change in her since the sightings – she tasted metallic – blemishes appeared on once pristine skin – obvious, like a bear shit on a snowy white tundra –

        she heard buzzing constantly – tinnitus and electric thrum – she tried to explain it but could only draw Geiger counter peaks –

        the big roads were empty as the billboards – Burma shave – burgers stretched till they pierced tomorrow

        10million pounds of sludge

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      • multiplemichael

        FALSE CALCULATIONS OF A SAXOPHONIST MISSING FINGERS
        HAIR COLOR MEANS NOTHING
        GOD ONLY KNOWS HAIR COLOR
        MEANS NEXT TO NOTHING
        GEOMETRICAL NOTES
        ECHOING AND NEAR ECHOING
        INTRICATE RICHES, OFTEN PURE GOLD
        AT TIMES HIGH HANDED
        BUT ALWAYS IN THE MIDDLE
        OF NOW

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      • eatmorewords

        the fingerless saxophonist played one note – long and sharp – fingers lost many moons ago to the circus knife thrower – arms cut like a chopping board – hair colour clues send the detectives off down a cul de sac of misdirection – what’s hidden up their sleeves?
        these retired magicians?

        the maths of jazz
        the notes flutter off the page
        black butterflies & blue bulls

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      • multiplemichael

        POETS WHISPER ABOUT EMOTIONS RELATED TO THE MANAGEMENT OF DAILY PROBLEMS
        A REMARKABLE APPARATUS INSIDE THEIR HEADS GIVES SUGGESTIONS
        SOLUTIONS OFTEN REQUIRE COOPERATION, A TURN FOR THE WORSE
        WIDER AND WIDER CIRCLES OF HATE OUTSIDE THE CAMPFIRE
        TERRIBLE THINGS RESIDE IN THE OUTER SHADOWS
        THE DRUMS BEAT LOUD—WARNING OF HARM
        OUR TRIBE OFFERS ONLY SUFFERING

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      • multiplemichael

        A GOOD LOVER IS ONE WHO CAN READ BACKGROUND EMOTIONS
        ONE WHO CAN DETECT THE MUSIC IN THE VOICE
        LIFE NOT MEASURED IN INCHES
        OR HOURS OR DAYS
        *flying off the handle is a bad sign

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      • multiplemichael

        VAGABONDING POETRY COMES IN PILL FORM
        LENGTH STRETCHED WITH HEALTHY FLESH COLORS
        VERY LITTLE SQUANDERING OF LOVE
        EVERYTHING BECOMES PARTICULARLY ARTISTIC
        RECIPROCATE OR RETURN TO THE SHADOWS
        PASSAGES FROM BOOKS FLOATING BY
        WORDS THAT BUZZ LIKE MOSQUITOES
        UNINVITED THOUGHTS THAT PLAY HAVOC
        FIDDLING FINGERS ON ANOTHER POLE

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      • multiplemichael

        OUT PAST THE POINT OF NO RETURN—A SWINGING DOOR IN A COWBOY TAVERN
        THE FINAL GRIEVOUS STEP—CHIMPANZEES MASTERING FLARF
        FACING PSYCHOLOGICAL HARM—FERMENTING CABBAGE UNDER PILLOW
        UNKNOWN PEOPLE— SCRATCHING ELBOWS AND KNEES
        UNMAPPED REGIONS WITHOUT POSTCARDS
        EXPECTATIONS ARE DASHED
        IRREGULAR PATTERNS IN THOUGHT AND ACTION
        MEXICAN POETRY ON THE STREETS—GROUND SCIENCE POPPY
        RAW VS COOKED POETRY—FEELINGS OF COMMON LIFE
        CONTAGIOUS WITHOUT GROTESQUE PROOF
        FALSE CALCULATIONS—MISSING FINGERS

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      • multiplemichael

        JAZZ NOTES FELL OUT OF YOUR EAR
        THE MAGAZINE REQUESTED PHOTOGRAPHS
        DID YOU SEND THEM CLOSE-UPS
        OF THE PHONOGRAPH
        OR THE RADIO ?
        YOU WERE WHISPERING TO YOURSELF
        YOU WERE WHISPERING INSIDE YOURSELF
        NOT ONCE DID YOU THANK ME
        AND I CARRIED YOU THROUGH
        IT WAS I WHO DUG YOU UP
        FROM THE BURYING GROUND
        YOU WERE BLUE-BABY COLD

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      • multiplemichael

        WHILE OTHER POETS WERE SLEEPING IN CONSTRICTING AND DEBILITATING FACTORS
        JOHNNY BOY WAS SPEEDING AROUND THE SLOWER CONVENTIONS
        BENDING CREATIVITY, PROVIDING AN ALTERNATIVE TO THE EXPECTED
        WORDPRESS WITH ITS ENDLESS JARGON THAT DECEITFULLY STANDS IN FOR POETRY
        AN AMERICAN ASSEMBLY LINE OF WORD FOLLOWING WORD FOLLOWING WORD
        PILES OF POOP ON THE SNOWY WHITE TUNDRA, WATCH YOUR STEP
        INTELLECTUALS HAVE SPIT BUT MISSED THE SPITTOON
        FAMILIAR HUMANITY WITH FAMILIAR STAINS
        THE WHYS AND WHEREFORES OF LIFE
        *Abraham Lincoln impotent

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      • multiplemichael

        FORBIDDEN TO LIVE THERE—FANCY THAT AS YOU LOCK THE DOOR
        24 CHAIRS AND YOUNGER FOLKS NEVER SAT IN THEM ONCE
        THE CONSTANT DISTRACTION OF DAYDREAMS
        NO LANGUAGE FOR REAL EXPRESSION
        JUST SMILES AND DETERMINED ENERGY
        GONNA WAVE A PIRATE FLAG
        THROW SOME ROCKS

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    • eatmorewords

      essential what I was lacking was direction –
      direction and an unshakable belief system,
      I had walked through fields of abandoned cars,
      rummaged through church sales and touched the clothes of the dead –

      I felt hemmed in
      like I was stuck in a coffins
      or swallowed by a whale

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  3. multiplemichael

    FORCED TO STAND AROUND OTHER PEOPLE’S VIEWS
    BUSY PLEDGING TO THE FLAG
    AND PRAYING TO THE HOLY FATHER
    THE IDOL HAS BEEN MELTED DOWN
    I PUT SOME IN THE ICE TEA
    SOON YOU WILL SEE
    WE ARE ON FIRE

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    • multiplemichael

      OUTDOORS, WORDS FAIL THEIR BROODING SENSE OF MYSTERY
      THE IDOL HAS BEEN MELTED DOWN, MECHANICAL COLORS
      RECOGNIZED BY ITS TASTE, THE TEA SEEMS JAPANESE
      I AM NOT A RIVER OR A CLOUD—I AM AN IMITATION
      LESS SERIOUS THAN THE OTHERS, LESS ORIGINAL
      REALITY IS PSEUDOPHOTOGRAPHIC

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      • eatmorewords

        my life was caught on CCTV –
        dark and flickery images –
        date stamped at the bottom –
        – all actions are silent
        – let the viewer guess the narrative
        – Charlie Chaplin waddle
        – Harold Lloyd hi-jinks

        – still got boxes pilled up against the wall – boxes of words – thumbed chapters –

        the UFO wont follow me here
        different landing sites
        singed grass and the cow carcasses where the flys buzz

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      • multiplemichael

        —BY THE TIME YOU READ THESE WORDS I MAY BE GONE—
        ONLY POETS TAKE NOTICE OF THE INCESSANT PROMPTINGS
        CIRCLES OF VOICES AND ATTENDANT FEELINGS
        NO CARNIVAL TICKETS
        THAT WAS NOT YOUR LIFE CAUGHT ON CCTV
        BOLD STROKES AND HIGH SHINE SHOES
        PARTICLES THAT SEEM TO COHERE
        PERCEPTIONS THAT DENY ANY VOLUME
        MONOLOGUES IN SILENCE
        WE ARE ONLY SQUATTING ON THE GROUND
        PRAY THEY DO NOT RECLAIM US
        WEASEL OUR SOULS

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      • multiplemichael

        POETS IN THE ELEVATOR WERE FAMOUS—SLOW MOTION FAMOUS
        CORSO AND FERLINGHETTI WERE STICKY WITH TRUISMS
        THEY WERE COLOR QUILTED IN A GRAY WORLD
        UNMENTIONABLE THINGS HAPPENED
        NOT REFLECTIVE OF YOUR LIFE
        MANY DOUBTS ABOUT YOUR LIFE ON CCTV
        SILENT DIALOGUE IN THE SCRIPT
        GEOGRAPHY CONFUSED WITH PORNOGRAPHY
        HOMOSEXUAL SHARKS AND SUBPLOTS
        SODOMY WITH GUSTO

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      • eatmorewords

        subplots of a life that’s lived in the shadows – below the watermark – under the covers

        the hard drinking poet myth
        thinking in stanzas
        beat up liver and stories to tell of
        subplots that run tangential from the narrative – (life in brackets with no punctuation) – life behind the curtains

        honeymoon blues

        the poets that go up in the lift
        also go down the hole

        set your words to stun

        an office full of haircuts that kill – sodomy once tried
        Never forgotten

        CCTV footage shared on line

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      • multiplemichael

        BROWN CRUST—AMATEURISH SODOMY, POSSIBLY SUPERFICIAL
        EXISTENTIAL ANGUISH WITH DETECTIVES SNAPPING THEIR FINGERS
        THEY REPORT THAT YOUR LIFE IS A SHOWCASE OF THEATRICAL ANTIQUITIES
        SECOND CHILDHOOD BUTTONHOLED BUT NOT ON CCTV

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    • eatmorewords

      I hold no allegiance to any flag – three colours flapping in the wind
      – 67% of flags contain three colours (made up fact #5 for today) –

      nonsense

      in France they burn their flag at the beginning of each school day – burnt from the end of a French cigarettes / they stand round
      shoulders shrugging
      equations spinning in their heads

      ice tea isn’t tea
      the first time I drank it I spat it out
      cursed God and cleaned my tongue with medicinal alcohol

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      • multiplemichael

        SPEAKING LOUDER THAN A THOUSAND WORDS
        EACH BLADE OF GRASS IS MANICURED
        THE LEAVES ON TREES COUNTED
        WEALTH IS THE CRITERIA
        SPEAKING LOUDER THAN A THOUSAND WORDS
        OUTSIDE THE WINDOW
        EITHER SIDE OF THE SIDEWALK
        I HAVE HIRED A NEW CINEMATOGRAPHER
        —————————————————————
        ______________________________________
        MUTUAL ATTRACTION TO MATHEMATICIANS
        PLOTTING AND WRITING AS IF FLATFOOTED
        IN A HIGH-HEEL WORLD
        SURROUNDED BY VISUAL EXPRESSION
        FAMOUS POETS FRESH FROM THE DAMNATION
        CHURCH PEOPLE FRIGHTENED
        OUTSIDE NORMAL LIMITS
        SOAKED WHITE SHIRTS

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      • multiplemichael

        COAXING BULBOUS NOTES INTO A PARENTAL TROMBONE
        SIMMERING AND STEAMING—STRONGLY SEASONED
        NUMBERS STANDING PROUD IN ABSOLUTE STILLNESS
        THAT CHILDHOOD ATTRACTION FOR MATHEMATICANS
        UNRUFFLED CONFIDENCE IN COMMAND OF DETAIL
        I HIRED A NEW CINEMATOGRAPHER

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      • multiplemichael

        NOTES FROM A TROMBONE LIKE FABLES OF AESOP
        I THINK THE SAXOPHONE PLAYER IS ON CRUTCHES
        A TONAL PERCUSSIONIST IS IN DEMAND
        YOU SAY YOUR LIFE IS ON CCTV
        INTRICATE RICHES AND TERRORS
        A SERIES OF GEOMETRICAL CALLS
        I’VE TRIED TO FIND MYSELF
        IN SKIN TONES AND HAIR COLORS
        WORDS WHISPERING EXCEPTIONAL FRIENDLINESS
        WORDS THAT NO LONGER LEAN ON WINDOW SILLS
        OR WORK THE SIDE STREETS

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      • multiplemichael

        I DRINK MINERAL WATER WITH JAPANESE TOURISTS
        THEY LIKE TO TOUCH MY HOME-MADE SHOES
        CONSTANTLY CALLING ME MUHAMMAD ALI
        WHISPERS INSIDE THEIR SHELLS
        GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES
        BLACKENING ENGLISH
        BLACKENING BRUISES

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      • multiplemichael

        IN THE MINDS OF ROMANTIC PRIMITIVISTS
        JAPANESE TOURISTS
        SPEAKING LOUDER THAN A THOUSAND WORDS
        WORDS DRESSED IN CHEAP PANTSUITS
        BLUE-BLACK ENGLISH
        BRUISED EMOTIONS
        IMPROVISORS
        REDUCING AESTHETIC ELEMENTS
        DOWN TO SOLOS

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      • eatmorewords

        off the grid with no connection – the modern world was left behind when the 7,000 boxes were packed &
        taped shut
        stored in damp conditions
        – the words left exposed
        in the elements –

        left in a garage with the skeletons and lawnmowers

        I feel like an undercover agent with
        new identity and a car that kills

        I received a secret message yesterday that i couldn’t decipher but I knew it was telling me to parachute across battle lines –
        to enter enemy territory
        – to photograph a silo
        – poison a Japanese diplomat
        – seduce a Russian
        -find the microfiche

        I receive messages all the time

        messages and postcards

        when the connection is re-established I will be inundated with offers to buy pills to widen my girth and opportunities to invest all my savings (there are none) with a mysterious man from the African continent

        I feel younger then I am
        I look older then I am

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      • multiplemichael

        SELF-VIOLATION WAS COMMON PRACTICE
        JUNGLE-MOVIE STYLE
        JAPANESE TOURISTS ALWAYS ASK FOR OCTOPUS
        MURKY FLUID FROM THEIR LOINS
        BLACK JISM—RAW VOCABULARY
        DRAG QUEENS AND VULGARIANS ON CCTV
        CROSS-WEAVING REAL AND FAKE POETRY

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      • multiplemichael

        AGENTS ARE ALL BOOZED UP ON CELESTIAL LIQUOR
        TAKES A SPECIAL GLASS TO CONTAIN THE STUFF
        ————————————————————————-
        AMERICA TRIES VERY HARD NOT TO EDUCATE THEIR YOUTH
        INTELLIGENT PEOPLE POOP ON THE OLD TESTAMENT
        THEY TRADE VENGEANCE FOR VIRTUE
        WHAT GOOD IS THAT ?
        ————————————————————————-
        HISTORY IS THE WAXEN WINGS OF ICARUS
        ————————————————————————-
        I HEARD YOUR WORDS CRYING IN THE GARAGE
        THE POEM NEARLY DROWNED AND NOT THE POET
        MANY TAKE NOTICE OF YOUR SERVITUDE
        HALF-MAN, HALF-BEAST, OFTEN OUTSIDE THE MAZE
        WHEN I WAS YOUNG I SAW A FILM OF YOUR MOTHER
        INSIDE THE WOODEN COW PRIOR TO MOUNT

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      • eatmorewords

        the bubble wrap
        the chewing gum lip smack
        the dry heave
        and the spinning vertigo
        felt in wide open spaces
        she will abdicate and sell the throne –

        the time when she laughed, misheard tapas for “tap arse”

        a mysterious cabal of bald headed men, faceless and sweaty, lurking,

        a crowd carry placards denouncing thinks, stop this
        free that

        consensus of one
        here comes the takedown
        crosshairs
        in on the killtaker

        Multiple Micheals pivotal moments captured in clay

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      • multiplemichael

        EVEN IN THE DARKNESS ONE COULD FEEL THE HEAT OF THE MADNESS
        ONSTAGE AND OFFSTAGE EVERYONE BELONGED TO THE AUDIENCE
        YOUR NEXT POEM MAY PROVIDE THE DESIRED END, THE FINALE
        JELLY FROM HUMAN PAIN RUBBED ON YOUR TORSO ERECT
        MY PIVOTAL MOMENTS MAY BE IN CLAY
        HOMECOMINGS OF A SORT

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      • eatmorewords

        it took 24chairs perched on each other to reach the parapet –
        the view was a city bathed in the flashing lights of flash bulb tourists – monorails criss crossed sidewalks and pavements –

        epileptics have been ushered away from the tourists –
        seizure potential 78%+…rolling eyes, foaming
        tongue swollen &
        cold extremities
        ——–

        **the albino jazz band hide behind dark glasses

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      • multiplemichael

        HOMELAND SECURITY HAS ASKED ME TO TURN OVER YOUR MANUSCRIPTS
        THE MENTION OF 24 CHAIRS WITHOUT THE MENTION OF A HEROINE
        (THE LACK OF FEMININITY MAKES THEM NERVOUS)
        TOO MANY TIMES LIKE MOT
        THEY HAVE BEEN HARVESTED
        CUT WITH A SICKLE
        BEAT WITH A FLAIL
        GROUND IN A MILL
        ALL UNDER CLOSE SUPERVISION
        – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
        PRAYERS FOR THE CONTINUATION OF YOUR CREATIVITY
        SO MANY COMMONPLACE NOTIONS ABOUT WOMEN AND POETS
        VISIONS OF THE DEVOURING WOMB
        A FEMALE EXACTING THE GIFT
        *in the dark I could see burning coals inside her

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      • eatmorewords

        automatic spewing in a world of boxes

        “cut with a sickle” – an illusion to your communist ancestry –
        membership of the party
        – they will be watching you for unAmerican behaviours –

        phone line taps

        your life is a TV show

        – hide your words –
        the meanings will be mis-read –
        interpreted twisted under close supervision

        homeland security laugh at flarf – it’s watered down – it’s lost it strength

        are you nervous when you write?
        do you lock your doors and close your curtains first?

        let the correspondence continue

        dead children covered in ash –
        – dead people of American streets –

        she was born in a curfew at a time of rations – two words a day and a slice of bread – fake meat made in factories –

        lights out at sunset –

        my conscience reminds me that humans are the only species that can kill at a distance

        fuck our opposable thumbs

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      • multiplemichael

        THE RECEDING COAST OF AFRICA MAY BE CLOSER TO YOUR BRAIN
        THAN YOU THINK
        AFRICA LINGERS
        I CAN SMELL HER BUTT, HER RECTAL THROES
        YOU LAUGH
        BUT SMALL CHILDREN WEEP AT THE ZOO
        CONSTANT DEATH
        THE HUNGRY UNDERWORLD
        VIRGINS IN BEDROOMS WITH NO ESCAPE
        EMILY DICKINSON WITH NO WINDOWS OR DOORS
        SMALL DEAD ANIMALS IN HER UNDERWEAR
        SHE HAS THE MOUTH THAT SWALLOWS MEN
        MALEFOLK WITH LIMITATIONS
        MALEFOLK THAT DESIRE TO WRITE
        INFANTILIZED TO THE POINT OF 24 CHAIRS TALL
        MY GOD, TAKE A PHOTOGRAPH

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      • multiplemichael

        HOMELAND SECURITY DOES NOT TAKE FLARF LIGHTLY
        THERE ARE WAREHOUSES FULL OF IT IN MARYLAND
        SOMEDAY THE CODE WILL BE BROKEN
        ALL POETIC SECRETS WILL BE VISIBLE
        EVERYONE WILL KNOW THAT YOU
        WERE A SENSITIVE AND IMAGINATIVE CHILD
        RAISED IN A ZOO-LIKE PRISON
        YOUR FATHER WAS THE COMMANDANT
        HE CHOSE THE ANIMAL FOR THE MEAL
        HE USED YOUR BROTHER
        AFRICA LINGERS ON A MAP
        AFRICA IS MISSING IN YOUR BROTHER
        *everyone in denial about his custodial care

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      • multiplemichael

        MANIC-DEPRESSIVE DRIBBLE
        THAT’S WHAT I AM LEAKING
        THE HIDDEN WORLD
        DARK DAYS IN FEBRUARY
        IN YOUR UNDERWEAR (#34)
        IN THE UNDERWORLD
        FORCES RESIDE IN YOUR FOREHEAD
        THEY HOLD THE CRUCIAL KEYS
        WADS OF MISSING LETTERS
        STOLEN MAIL
        TOUCHED WITH PEANUT BUTTER
        THIEF FINGERS BROWN
        FATALLY FLAWED FLARF
        RELATIONSHIPS WITH READERS
        ASPIRING LITERARY ARTISTS
        SIMULTANEOUSLY

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      • multiplemichael

        GREAT RESOURCES IN THE DEAD BODIES
        PEOPLE DISCARD THE BODIES
        INSATIABLE HUNGER DRIVES WOMEN TO LOCATE THESE BODIES
        TORTURED FACIAL EXPRESSIONS
        IMAGINARY DIALOGUES
        MEALS AT HOLIDAY
        FOOD MOLESTATION
        FAMILY GROUPS PAW AND BITE
        SERIOUS AS A HEART ATTACK
        I SPEAK THE TRUTH
        SO HELP ME
        *please

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  4. multiplemichael

    NAKED WITHOUT TEETH I DUG YOU UP
    IN FRONTAL PLAYFULNESS
    JUST TRYING TO GIVE IT AWAY
    A NEW VITALITY
    THAT CANNOT BE STIFLED OR CRAMPED
    OR LABELED UGLY OR DEFORMED
    *Yoko said that we should sell you on ebay

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    • multiplemichael

      FORCED INTO COPING WITH THE CONSEQUENCES OF AN ADOLESCENT POETRY MACHINE
      VULNERABLE INFANTILE FLARF WITHOUT HAIR OR RIGIDITY, LEGAL AGE VERIFIED
      UFO EXTREMISTS—PETS WITH BRAIN EMBOLISMS
      INCREASING PSYCHOLOGICAL ASSAULT
      PROPHETIC PAIN PILLS, PERVERSE AND GROTESQUE
      SELFISH URGES IN NEED OF A CATASTROPHE
      HOW MUCH WOULD YOU PAY FOR AN INTIMATE ENCOUNTER WITH EVIL ?
      OLD TESTAMENT JEHOVAH AND THE BACKSTREET BOYS
      *awake and self-directed—dualized adulthood with calendars and mystery meat

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      • multiplemichael

        MAKING A COMMENT ON LOUISVILLE, KENTUCKY
        WERE YOU TESTING THE LIMITATIONS OF EGOTISM ?
        FLASHLIGHTS LATE AT NIGHT—INEVITABLE CONSEQUENCE
        A GIANT “I’M SO SORRY” CARD
        A MEANS OF MARKING ONE’S IDENTITY
        SOCIAL AND SEXUAL IDENTITY
        ARE CITIES SOUTH OF LOUISVILLE
        MOTHER KENTUCKY—THE HOLE OF ATTRACTION AND REPULSION
        MENSTRUAL WASTE AS BROTHER AND SISTER
        ANONYMOUS FACES, UPPER BROTHER, LOWER SISTER
        JERKED ABOUT LIKE PUPPETS —BASEMENT BABIES

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      • multiplemichael

        JOHNNY CASH WAS NOMINALLY CULTURED
        NEVER A MEMBER OF THE SCIENTIFIC NOBILITY
        A PASTORAL FIGURE WITHOUT PUSH PINS
        ANY OLD GUITAR AND A BACKPOCKET RAG
        LINKING LOVE WITH DEATH AND OFTEN
        A CEMETERY PLOT OUTSIDE THE PRISON
        FREE OF SCAMPER AND SCRAMBLE

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      • eatmorewords

        reversal of fortunes for the man in black – if you liked Johnny Cash in the 70s or 80s you were branded a rascist
        Redneck NASCAR –
        good morning sports fans

        Homer Simpson’s spirit animal –
        a talking coyote –
        a turning pointing under the spotlight of revisionism –

        outside the walls of the penitentiary
        where inside, they take a break from sodomy to listen to his words, you try to dig your way in

        full circle like dark the skin around a nipple

        even flarf will have its moment
        everything will float over the watermark, just for second

        stay in the undertow poetman

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      • multiplemichael

        PEOPLE COMPLAINED ABOUT THE DEAD BODY
        THAT LITTERED THE SHORE
        JOHNNY CASH TOLD ME THAT WHEN HE WAS YOUNG
        HE MADE LOVE TO A WOMAN MOMENTS AFTER SHE DROWN
        TRUE OR NOT, IT MADE A TITILLATING THOUGHT
        THAT I’VE REHASHED MANY TIMES
        HE SAID THAT WHEN HE PUMPED REALLY HARD
        WATER LEAKED FROM HER LIPS
        HER MOUTH SMILED REGARDLESS
        THAT SHE COULD NEVER REGAIN HER BREATH

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      • eatmorewords

        Johnny on the shore, waiting for whatever the backwash throws up on the beach
        a rusty can
        detritus of plastic
        bloated body of tourist who fell from a luxury cruises
        a bottle containing a message written buy a prisoner on an island where the men are kept as sex slaves by a race of super sexed femme fatales – the message read “tired and sore, need sleep, tell my children I love them” –

        innocent like in the first days,
        now just meat waiting for the vultures – plucked like a Boxing Day turkey, now
        just carcass and loose meat, hanging like a condemned man,

        simple curiosity based on what you can’t describe

        do words fail you sometimes, or is it a lack of imagination?

        engine-less cars in Kentucky, the caves waiting on light to expose their darkness

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      • eatmorewords

        rumours circulate around the coffee machine:
        the lady in accountants nickname is “51st date” due to the number of first dates she’s had
        they never progress to date number two,
        she blames them
        – the man over there, dresses his cats up in military clothing, tunics and helmets
        – one of the directors has a star named after him
        – the lady in the canteen carried a knife in her dreadlocks

        dead peoples ashes in coffee flasks

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      • multiplemichael

        ENDLESS TIMES I WALKED AROUND THE ORIGIN OF SELF
        I TOOK PHOTOGRAPHS AND MADE MEASUREMENTS
        I TRIED TO POLISH AWAY THE INCESTUOUS SCARS
        FROM MOTHER RUBBED WITH BACON FAT
        A LANGUAGELESS FILM
        MARKED WITH SEXUAL IDENTITY
        A PRIMARY MARKER IN A COURT OF DIFFERENCES
        MY SISTER CONSTANTLY CONSOLED LIMBLESS DATES
        SHE ESPECIALLY LOVED MEN
        WHO COULDN’T TOUCH
        THEIR OWN PHALLUS
        SHE DATED STEPHEN KING ONCE
        BUT HE WAS NO FUN
        TOO MANY BABBLES
        NOT ENOUGH JUNK

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      • eatmorewords

        , measurements can always be wrong – measure twice
        cut once
        my father was a carpenter – early evening smell of wood chips & shavings,
        he was a carpenter called Joseph –
        the Gideons kept tabs

        in languageless films its the movements that have meaning,
        a look to the horizon, right foot scratching
        back of left heel,
        right finger brushes the phallus
        and cars screech past
        a primary marker, a line is drawn near the landing site

        walk around myself twice – explored the interior and we are all just tubes

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      • multiplemichael

        COUNTRY MUSIC DETACHED AND AUTONOMOUS
        AMATEURISH HAND-GLANDS IN FUNNY CLOTHES
        WASP NEST PUBIC BONES—INHUMAN BUT HUMAN
        EDUCATED MORAL DILEMMAS, MURDER FOR MEAT
        GOLDILOCK KILLS THE BABY PIGS TO GRILL
        ENJOYING THE CORRUPTION OF HER LIBRARY
        THAT EVER-TIGHTENING CIRCLE—HER GIFT
        SWEET ORPHANAGE OF SOILED MEMORIES
        *quick peek under the TURIN SHROUD

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      • eatmorewords

        southern gothic country death songs
        – whiskey soaked
        tuberculosis
        black cancerous ten gallon pants – phallus holsters of the high plains drifter –
        Johnny Cash the man in black drained white
        translucent and at the edge of the frontier
        lawless town
        blue bull stampede

        goldilocks,
        pubic scalps
        mesmerised,
        the endless horizon & the mountain over there

        she worked her way across the prairie without a care

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      • multiplemichael

        I GAVE HER $500 AND ASKED IF SHE COULD JUST BE A LITTLE MORE DIRTIER
        IT IS NOT THAT I AM SO MUCH SELFISH—JUST GETTING OLDER
        THE IMPORTANT SHIPS HAVE SAILED—I PLAYED HOOKIE
        MONEY MAKES MANIPULATION SO MUCH EASIER
        I GO TO DARK TOWN AND PAY GARBAGE GIRLS
        TO ACCESS THEIR ADOLESCENT PASSIONS
        BACK WHEN THEIR DISCHARGES WERE CLEAR
        WHEN THEIR NERVES WERE FRESH
        YOU COULD SMELL THE ORPHANAGE
        ON THEIR COTTON BRAS

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  5. multiplemichael

    A PROTAGONIST WALKING AROUND HIMSELF
    WITH HEAVY EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE
    ———-SORRY TO INFORM YOU:
    YOUR REAL FATHER WAS NOT A CARPENTER
    HE WAS ALSO NEVER A STAR
    IN A LANGUAGELESS FILM
    CONFRONTING THE BOTTLE
    THE BATTLE WITH THE BOOZE
    SOFT STOOLS AND ALL

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    • multiplemichael

      JUST HOW POETIC IS THE SMELL OF AN ORPHANAGE
      ON A COTTON BRA (MADE FROM A MATTRESS PAD) ?
      PERPETUALLY ADOLESCENT FOR WADS OF MONEY
      ADULTS WITH THEIR TENDENCY TO MAKE DIRTY
      INTENSIFIED EVIL AROUND A BRIGHT BURNING
      FLAME
      PAINFUL MEMORIES, LATE-REMEMBERED
      THE SOUNDS OF BABY AND MOTHER
      YOU WERE CRADLING YOURSELF

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      • eatmorewords

        orphanages never get good press, always tales of drudgery
        and cruelty
        but man, can those orphans SING –

        inexplicable dalliances in someone
        else’s bed

        no one really recovers from inexperienced first times
        no one really recovers from the honeymoon let down

        my father was a carpenter
        he had the scares on his hands
        the splinters in his soul

        he made a dolls house and sold it to Normans mum who burnt it down

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    • multiplemichael

      JUST HOW POETIC IS THE SMELL OF AN ORPHANAGE
      ON A COTTON BRA (MADE FROM A MATTRESS PAD) ?
      ENVELOPED IN EVIL IMPULSES—THEMES CONCERNING YOUTH
      STEREOTYPE YOUTH, TROUBLESOME ADULT YOUTH
      CONSTANT MISTAKES ON THE PATH OF LOVE
      INEXPERIENCED INDIVIDUALS
      WITH WARM LIPS
      STRENUOUS

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      • multiplemichael

        UNREGISTERED FIREARMS ON THE HONEYMOON
        ROMANCE WAS AN “AL GREEN” INFLUENCED THING
        VOCALS WITH RIPE FRUIT, STREAM-OF-CONSCIOUSNESS
        THE WIFE (AND HER SISTER) WEARING A NEW WHITE BRA
        BLACK AND WHITE FROM A HITCHCOCK FILM, “PSYCHO”
        SMELLS FROM THE ORPHANGE WERE MISSING
        CHINESE LAUNDRY BLEACH—DIRECTIONLESS
        NO GET-UP-AND-GO TESTOSTERONE
        IN THE GUISE OF BEING MADE FROM A MATTRESS PAD
        SADLY LACKING THE “NOOKIE” FEEL FROM THE PAST

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      • multiplemichael

        ALL SPECTRES OF THE HUMAN CONDITION
        ——ON THE HONEYMOON——-
        LESSER WRITERS OF POETRY TURN OFF THE LIGHTS
        CRITICAL INTERPRETATIONS IN THE DARK
        TWO VOICES, STRUGGLES WITH LOVE AND PAIN
        ENERGETICALLY RUBBING QUESTIONS
        BACKDOOR HONEYMOON LANGUAGE
        GIVING VOICE TO WORDS TORN ?

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      • eatmorewords

        fumbling like a sea monster under the sheets – empty gun and the wordless pen –
        ( in the film of my life
        the camera will show her postcards
        held to the wall by the pins)

        a room full of typewriting monkeys: true definition of flarf
        hairy fingers slapping keys

        rain falls heavy
        like anvils dropping from empty skies

        when she speaks I don’t hear the sounds, I picture the words
        floating in cartoon sound bubbles

        I don’t recall her being pregnant
        i just remember the child being there,
        like it always had been there and I had only just noticed

        dark milky nights
        of guttural screams

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      • multiplemichael

        TORN WORDS-TORN WORDS- TORN WORDS
        DANCE DANCE DANCE DANCE DANCE DANCE
        ———————-AROUND——————————
        DARK MILKY NIGHTS OF GUTTURAL SCREAMS
        to accuse and condemn, love being the crime
        trying to demystify the baby
        how did it get there ?
        when did it arrive ?
        the language of two people
        the reader and the writer holding hands
        no more slang
        the official language will be the baby
        only mother can speak
        holding the baby

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      • eatmorewords

        torn words used as confetti at the shotguns wedding

        torn words used at the ticker tape parade for the first man to capture images of the mysterious observer

        words shredded at the exit feed through razors

        during pregnancy, a strange fixation with inanimate objects

        a strange cravings for low hanging fruit

        your fathers shadow stretches long into your afternoons, across pool table lawns

        I’ve seen the pictures of you being cradled as a jet plane heads to Phoenix,

        the things we choose to forget are never fully forgotten –
        your four inch brother walks through the gaps in the narrative

        ———————————–

        I posted extracts of this in the classifieds – a stanza a week

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      • multiplemichael

        WHEN YOU MENTIONED MY FOUR INCH BROTHER
        I KNEW YOU WERE AN OLD-STYLE BELIEVER
        A POET WHO STEALS SUGAR
        AND REPLACES IT WITH SAND
        I KNOW YOU CANNOT SLEEP WITH THE HEARTACHE
        BUT PLEASE CALL OFF THE DETECTIVES
        THE ALLEY IS CROWDED ENOUGH
        I HAVE BEEN SO HAPPY HERE AT THE COTTAGE
        WITH THE WASP AND THE BEES
        AND THE IV DRIP

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      • multiplemichael

        A DIP INTO THE MURKY WATERS OF THE TORN WORDS
        EMILY DICKINSON FOUND THE THOUGHT
        OF TORN WORDS VERY DISARMING
        SHE REFUSED TO WRITE THE WORD “HONEYMOON”
        THE OFFICIAL AND THE UNOFFICIAL OPENING
        WAS TOO NARROW
        WHY THE LORD GOD WAS SO CRUEL ?

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      • multiplemichael

        WHEN HONEYMOON LANGUAGES INTERACT
        THEY BECOME DEFORMED
        LIKE THE BROWN CURRY GIRL
        IN THE WHEELCHAIR
        UTILIZED BUT NEVER MARRIED
        THE PARODIED IN A PARODY
        TORN WORDS IN HER DICTIONARY

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      • multiplemichael

        HUSH AND LISTEN TO THE MOTHER, SHE IS HOLDING THE BABY
        IS IT A BIBLICAL BABY ? A BULB DIRECT FROM GOD OUR FATHER ?
        I AM WATCHING THE FILM OF YOUR LIFE, THE POSTCARDS AND ALL
        YOU WANT TO MENTION THE HELLO KITTY PUSH PINS
        BUT YOU ARE TOO MUCH A MAN
        IT COULD MAKE YOUR BROTHER ONE INCH TALLER
        IT COULD MAKE YOUR BROTHER ONE INCH LONGER
        LOTS OF STUFFED MEMORIES
        TAINTED MEMORIES

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      • multiplemichael

        PLEASE DO NOT MEASURE MY FAMILY MEMBERS
        THIS MAKES THEM NERVOUS
        THEY FEAR THE GOVERNMENT
        AND THE NUMBER OF DETECTIVES INCREASES
        THEY LIVE IN A WORLD OF PASTEBOARD
        AND PLASTER ORGANS
        ALL THINGS CONSPIRE
        GRAVITY, STRESS, THRUST

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      • multiplemichael

        PRODUCING A HUMOROUSLY BOTCHED SPOT ON THE INTERCOURSE TOWEL
        DREAMING OF EXPERIMENTING—POSSIBLY USING AN EXIT
        SLOWLY DEVELOPING SKILLS ON INSERTION WITHOUT NOTICE
        GOD ONLY KNOWS ABOUT THE FORCE FIELD THAT GUARDS IT

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      • multiplemichael

        SLEEPING ON A STACK OF PSYCHOLOGICAL TESTS
        MENTAL ILLNESS A UFO ABDUCTION
        DARK SIDES TO EVERYTHING
        EVANGELICALISM YELLOW IN THE COMMODE
        CONVICTIONS OF THE WIFE
        PERSONAL BARBED WIRE
        UNEXPLAINED

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      • multiplemichael

        RUNNING WATER LIKE A CREEK
        YOU CAN CRAWL WAY UP THERE
        —ARE YOU REALLY THE JOHNNY BOY
        YOUR FRIENDS TALK ABOUT ?
        WEIRD, REBELLIOUS, ODDLY LACED
        I HAVE POINTED OUT THE DETECTIVES
        THE LEVIATHAN LOTTERY BURNED DOWN
        THE TICKETS ARE GHOSTS
        THE COLOR GONE FROM THE PAPER MONEY
        ATTENDANCE IS DOWN
        TALK OF CLERICAL DIVORCE
        MY CEMETERY IS DARK
        24 HOUR DARK

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      • multiplemichael

        I WANTED TO HOLD YOUR HAND
        AS YOU FACED
        YOUR LIFE
        CHALKED ON THE BLACKBOARD
        YOUR DAYS CAPTURED
        IN AN ADULT NOVEL
        A PERCEPTIVE POET
        A PROFESSIONAL ACTOR
        ON AND OFF THE STAGE
        COURAGE TO WRITE
        WITH THE SLOW
        WATCH OF DETECTIVES

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      • multiplemichael

        —-YOU—-ON THE MAGAZINE, YOU AS YOURSELF
        THEN ALL THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU
        WHO YOU PAY TO MAINTAIN
        YOUR IDENTITY
        YOU EMPLOY YOUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY
        TO NUTURE YOUR PRIMARY IDENTITY
        THEY REQUIRE CASH MONEY
        AND HOLIDAY GIFTS
        AND ATTENTION
        THEY ROB YOU OF WHO YOU COULD BE
        YOUR INNER LONGINGS REMAIN FANTASIES
        * Norman’s mother said that you were a withholder

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      • eatmorewords

        …like the surface of Mars, shades of red
        and wherever you looked you could see the mountains below cloudless skies-
        small dead towns dotted the half finished highway – dust covered everything –
        WE WILL LEAVE AGELESS FOOTPRINTS
        on the tundra
        on the pampa
        all and everything under the sun

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      • multiplemichael

        GROWING SLOWLY TO AN INFINITE SIZE
        YOUR MAGAZINE ARTICLE
        JOHNNY BOY
        MYSTERIOUS RHYTHMS
        DURING ACTS OF LOVE
        METAPHYSICAL SEXUALITY
        BIG MONEY FOR TOO-TIGHT
        AND THAT WAS ONLY
        THE SECOND PARAGRAPH
        EMBRYO POET
        IMPRACTICABLE BABY-POETRY
        CLEVER, BUT NOT CORRECTLY SPELLED
        YOUR FATHER AND HIS COY MISTRESS
        ENCOUNTERS WITH REJECTION
        A SWIM WITH TOO LITTLE WATER
        INNER, UNCONSCIOUS DRAMA
        TALK ABOUT YOUR WORM
        TIGHTLY CONSTRICTED ABOUT WORM TALK
        POSSIBLE DARKER RECESSES
        BUT SELF-RECOGNITION
        THE LIVING THING IN MAN
        ———(THE WORM)———-
        GROWING SLOWLY TO AN INFINITE SIZE
        YOUR MAGAZINE WORM
        JOHNNY BOY

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      • multiplemichael

        famous on a magazine for everyday imperfections
        an adult poet busy crashing and breaking
        role-playing in loneliness
        fellow poets winged and weaponed
        magazines rolled up and brown on one end
        magazines that smell like Bethlehem

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      • eatmorewords

        the magazine misrepresented me – the quotes were all flarf
        my picture was edited
        touched up &
        molested
        they made me look like a 7ft skinny midget black woman –

        I had a staple in the middle of my forehead

        I wrote a letter of angry words to no one in particular –
        a letter no one would read

        to be filed in fire

        in amongst horoscopes and money saving tips
        the life of Johnny Boy exposed –
        quotes from people I don’t know
        & have never seen
        pictures of me and them and us and price tags on my clothes an expensive red car and a woman with big tits

        salacious scandal and floor plans of the hotel room
        don’t believe everything you read
        tittle tattle for the hoi polli

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      • multiplemichael

        IN AMERICA, IF ONE MENTIONS BIG BREASTS
        THEY WOULDN’T FIT IN AN AUTOMOBILE
        EXPENSIVE OR RED
        NO GO
        HUMILITY IS JUST TOO DAMN BIG
        NOT CRITICIZING
        DESCRIBING
        PHONY NOSTALGIA LIKE WEAK ROMANCE
        PEOPLE DAYDREAM DURING SEX
        WHO WE ONCE WERE

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      • multiplemichael

        STRAPPED TO HER POEMS
        EMILY DICKINSON
        SO CLOSE—TOO CLOSE
        I CENSOR WHAT I WRITE
        REWRITING OBSERVATIONS
        THE DETECTIVES ARE FRONTIERSMEN
        THEY CARRY BULLETS AND DESTRUCTION
        I SIT IN THE SHADOWS WITH MY JESUS BOOK
        JESUS IS MY PERSONAL PICASSO
        I SHARE MANY THINGS BUT I REFUSE TO SHARE MY JESUS
        NOT THE DOLLAR STORE JESUS, NOT THE READER DIGEST JESUS
        I SPEAK OF MY PRIVATE JESUS, MY LOVING LORD, MY CHRIST

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      • multiplemichael

        YOU’VE REPLACED YOUR FAMILY
        WITH PHOTOGRAPHS OF JAZZ MUSICIANS
        SPECIFIC PROBLEMS LEFT IN ANOTHER CITY
        MISQUOTES IN THE FAME MAGAZINE
        WHAT EXCUSE—THAT MAGAZINE OF SHAME ?
        A HOLE THROUGH WHICH YOU COULD PEEP
        ALL THOSE EYES LOOKING AT YOU
        TOO MANY TO COUNT
        HUMAN RECOGNITION
        *I’ve saved some human recognition for you

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      • eatmorewords

        still unavailable,
        away from modernity, the dunes are naked and they have never heard of Emily and they laugh at jazz – rumours have spread of children’s ears bleeding
        – jazz notes seen as bullets

        postcards sent home
        pictures of octogenarians stating at the horizon – postcards covered in sand

        have you been to the land of ideas?
        have you seen the carrion?

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      • multiplemichael

        HUNGRY READERS TORMENTED WITH DAILY LIFE
        CUSTOMARY TAKE AND ASK FOR MORE
        BUDDY, CAN YOU SPARE A LITTLE CRITERIA ?
        A BOX OF TORN WORDS IN THE CLOSET
        WORDS WITHOUT ROLES
        WORDS IN WHEELCHAIRS
        WHEEL ME OVER
        CONSTRAINTS OR LIMITED CONSTRAINTS ?
        BEAUTIFUL WOMEN REEL BACKWARD IN HORROR
        HOMELY FEMALES WITH HINGES
        ————–BEND——————
        COSTUMES AND WIGS
        POETRY WITH TART SAUCE
        ELEGANTLY SCENTED
        GAUZY CURTAINS
        PROFESSIONAL ASSASSINS CHASING THE KENNEDY CAR
        HAND-CARVED BULLETS IN TOY GUNS
        NOT A SINGLE HEAVENLY BREEZE
        IN THE WHOLE STATE OF TEXAS

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      • eatmorewords

        I have retuned and am on the other side of the divide – invisible forces have pushed me here

        – I am in league with THEM
        the Black Hand Gang
        the family Fratelli
        Murder inc
        the Recidivists
        the Knights Templar & the Church of Satan

        Chutulu hides behind the curtains
        the hidden message on currency

        – I’m sorry
        but my hands are tied
        and my lips will remain sealed (the lady can protest but…)

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      • multiplemichael

        BLUBBER-LIP JAGGER WITH HIS MULTIPLE SEXES
        HE LAUGHED AT YOUR SEAL LIPS
        HE LAUGHED AT YOUR HANDS
        SPIKED WITH HOMOSEXUAL HAIRS
        YOU AND YOUR HERMAPHRODITE
        YOKO ONO LOOK-A-LIKE
        BOTH OF YOU IN A LARGE PHOTO
        ON THE EAST WALL OF ROMAN POLANSKI
        CHURNING BUTTER—JAZZED UP JISM
        YOU WERE IN THE LEAGUE
        DECEASED HOLLYWOOD STARS
        STRIPPED AND FLOGGED
        PART-TIME PROSTITUTE
        PART-TIME NOVELIST
        PETTY THIEF (AND NOT PROUD OF IT)
        YOUR ORAL LIFE RENDERED IN SUBTITLES

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      • multiplemichael

        PART-TIME PROSTITUTE………..PART-TIME POET
        PHYSICAL NASTINESS—SWELTERING GROINS
        ONE-ARMED MALE ORGANS
        SKIN AND TURKEY-FOLD FLESH
        AND SOMETIMES ONE LAUGHS
        AND OTHER TIMES ONE WANTS TO RUN
        THE POET HAS A QUIET MOMENT
        RESTRAINED, SILENCE WITH SHADOWS
        PUBIC HAIR WITH A SWEDISH SWEATHOUSE SMELL
        OLD DISHWATER, OLD MOP BUCKET, HOT BABY DIAPER
        ONE TRIES TO PRUNE THEIR DADDIES
        CLEAN UNDERGARMENTS, MATCHING SHOES
        NOT MY FIRST TIME—I AM NOT CLUMSY
        EXPLOITATION—IMAGINED AND DEPICTED BY MEN
        EACH ONE SCRIBBLED

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      • multiplemichael

        DEAR JOHNNY BOY, THE LUNATIC COMMENTARY HAS BEEN POSTED
        YOUR MOTHER, YOUR SISTER, YOUR LOVER, THE INFAMOUS “SHE”
        WINGED AND HORNED AND DOING THE DEVIL BUSINESS
        FALSE POTIONS IN FOOD AND LOVE—SATAN SNOT
        I TELL YOU NOT TO HOWL AT THE MOON
        YOU ARE A MAN OF LETTERS AND NUMBERS
        TAKE COMMAND AND SAIL STRAIGHT
        SHE WILL DEFEAT YOU ON YOUR BACK
        WITH HER SLICK WITCH HOLE
        WATCH HER SQUAT

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  6. multiplemichael

    YOUR ORAL LIFE RENDERED IN SUBTITLES
    BEAUTIFUL WOMEN WITH THEIR HAIR UP
    ——————————WITH THEIR HAIR DOWN
    COATED WITH HERMETIC MYSTERY
    THROAT BOUND SEX
    A SINGLE FINGER IN THE NEW LAND
    DEEPER, WEIRDER, CRUDER,
    HEAVENLY SCATOLOGICAL
    NO NEED FOR VOCABULARY

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    • eatmorewords

      small children in the distance look like scratches on the horizon

      the lunatics will take over the asylum
      but the asylum will still be full of lunatics

      howling at a silver dollar moon

      she will be there with battle plans scribbled on his sleeping back

      future past
      a dark place dead trees broken bones & gravestones

      years since then
      we are just remembering
      beautiful woman wig woven from human hair
      4 kopeks a strand

      her lips jaggeresque pillows of blood

      I save the magazine for the fire

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      • multiplemichael

        THREATENING TO BREAK OUT INTO OPEN HOSTILITY
        MAGAZINE JOHNNY WITH ONE EMOTIONAL ARM FREE
        HYPERSENSITIVE TO BAD PRESS, LUDICROUS COMMENTS
        SO WHAT IF YOU PEED ON A CRUCIFIX ?
        NO LOSS OF HOPE FOR MERCY
        FORCES IN HEAVEN
        MUST HAVE A SENSE
        OF HUMOR

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      • multiplemichael

        THE TOUCH OF AN ANGEL—WILD CONTORTIONS
        EVERY NIGHT WAS SACRIFICE NIGHT
        AT THE CURIE HOUSE
        KINGS AND QUEENS AND PROPHETS
        HOMEMADE METH
        JUMP OUT OF A SPEEDING CAR METH
        HAD TO KEEP IT IN A GLASS JAR
        THE SMELL ALONE
        COULD KILL A CAT

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      • eatmorewords

        meth meth meth meth meth meth meth meth meth
        meth meth meth
        meth meth meth cocked up in backwoods by inbreds, Bunsen burners burning, bubbling
        conical flask and other apparatus good meth that makes you seat and remove your skin, meth
        meth meth meth
        cooked on spoons the black market for new spoons – a thousand lighters flickering in car parks and under bridges – she was shaking so hard I though there were two of her – you’ve got try everything 14 times she said –
        Emily and the opiates
        was her imaginary band name – astronauts take meth to space
        confined spaces the while universe is collapsing on them – tin can claustrophobia and atmospherics sweats

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      • multiplemichael

        OBSCURE AND INCOMPLETE IDEAS
        YES LORD, THERE WAS A TRUCKLOAD
        COUNTRY PEOPLE HEARING BOBOLINKS
        CITY CITIZENS SWEARING IT WAS THE ROLLING STONES
        INCOMING STIMULATION—BURNING UP WITH METH FEVER
        FLY ALL THE WAY ACROSS AMERICA
        TO PURCHASE HOMEMADE METH
        NEAH BAY METH
        BY WAY OF FORKS, WASHINGTON
        THROWING ROCKS AT FISHERMEN IN THE PARKING LOT
        SWEATING IN THE COLD WINTER WIND
        FEELING VIOLENT
        WANTING TO HURT SOMEONE
        MAKE THEM FEEL THE HURT
        MAKE THEM SUFFER
        YOU KNOW YOU’VE BOUGHT GOOD METH
        WHEN YOU CAN NO LONGER CURSE
        MUMBLE AND FOAM AT THE MOUTH

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      • multiplemichael

        BUYING METH FROM CRAZY MOTORCYCLE THUGS
        WITH NAMES LIKE THE SONS OF JACOB
        GAD, ASHER, LEVI, SIMEON
        BLACK EYES AND AN EVEN BLACKER SMELL
        CHAINS AROUND THEIR NECKS
        BABY SKULLS WITH HAIR
        I HAD A GUN BUT THAT WAS A JOKE
        WHAT WAS I GONNA DO ?
        SHOT A DEVIL ?
        THEY LAUGHED AT MY TAN
        WAS I A NEGRO SANTA ?

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      • multiplemichael

        MICK JAGGER HIDING BEHIND A ROCK ON MOUNT SINAI
        HE COULD SEE THE FIRES DOWN BELOW
        HIS CHILDREN WERE FLAMES OF ARTISTIC EXPRESSION
        ALL HIS EARTHLY BELONGINGS COVERED WITH VOLCANO FLOW
        THE ELIXIRS OF METH MAKING ALL THINGS TRANSPARENT
        *what price to unfold ?

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      • multiplemichael

        ASTRONAUTS ARE NOT SQUIRRELS
        THEY ARE NOT OPPOSED TO THE DECEPTIVE ARTS
        DAYDREAMS OF TRAVELING CIRCUSES IN OUTER SPACE
        THEATRICAL ENTERTAINMENT WITHOUT INTERPRETATION
        ALL WOULD BE MADE CLEAR IN HEAVEN
        RHETORICAL QUESTIONS AND METH
        A PROMISING CHUNK FOR THE VOYAGE

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      • eatmorewords

        descended from hairyarsed apes – hanging like yo-yo’s from branches – picking fleas
        apes on meth and bath salts apocalyptic visions of tanks and ruins and eyes gouged out crimes from adult movies
        cave paintings of mayhem scratched with nails at times of frenzy

        she sat out in the sun
        in the evening she felt like tiny push pins were being dragged along her skin –

        apes with guns
        apes in space

        love and a fist
        squirrels and nuts

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      • multiplemichael

        HOW DOES ONE DISTINGUISH BETWEEN THE THINGS
        THAT OUGHT TO BE PRESERVED
        AND THOSE THAT SHOULD BE
        DESTROYED ?
        ODD NUMBERS OF TEETH
        SPITTLE RECEDES AND MORE ARE REVEALED

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      • multiplemichael

        SILK WORMS EATING THEIR SPECIAL DIET
        THEIR POOP HAS A VERY STRONG PURITAN SMELL
        I LIVED IN A SMALL TOWN IN VIRGINIA
        “FRONT ROYAL”—-COMPLETE WITH A SILK INDUSTRY
        I LIVED ON THE TOP FLOOR IN AN AIRY APARTMENT
        BELOW ME WAS A FAMILY OF CIRCUS PEOPLE
        IN THE SUMMER I COULD SEE THE FISH-BOY
        IN A CHILD’S POOL KEEPING WET
        THEY WOULD SAY, “HELLO”
        AS PEOPLE OFTEN DO
        TO A MINISTER
        OR A PRIEST

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      • eatmorewords

        I know fish boy, during droughts his family would take turn to spit on him – fountains of spit
        – no space for a paddling pool when forced by poverty & the fire at leviathan to move deep inside the conurbation –
        – they carried the silk worms in small cases – the priests waved them off –

        fish boy
        the bearded lady
        the limbless off spring
        they were all there, bottom floor, Virginia amongst the odours and leather bound books stained from fish boys fin marks and salty tears

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      • multiplemichael

        POETRY BUILT UP OF CLICHES
        READY-MADE WORDS
        WITH VERBS
        SLOW DOWN BUT DON’T STOP
        PREDICTABILITY—OUT THE WINDOW
        WORDS INAPPROPRIATE TO THE SITUATION
        THE ELEMENTS SHOULD FIT INTO A WHOLE
        *literal meanings are painful push pins

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  7. multiplemichael

    STOP MOVING TOWARDS DEATH
    CONTEXT AS WELL AS SEMANTICS
    ———CUTLERY———–
    A STOCK OF SPOONS
    ENDLESSLY RECYCLED
    RE-EXAMINED FOR PERSONALITY
    BABY AFTER BABY
    EACH ONE A PUSH FROM IMMEDIATE DEATH
    DEATH THROUGH LACK OF USE
    UNRAVELLED WORMS
    A NEIGHBOR SISTER
    PRONE TO KNIT
    *a sweater of speech
    degenerates into a vulgar brawl

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  8. multiplemichael

    *wives with polar regions
    WIVES WITH POLAR REGIONS
    RHYMES ABOUT RUSES
    OF PHYSICAL SEDUCTION
    ENDLESS SPOONS IN THE BED
    CONJUGAL LOVE ON CUTLERY
    AMBIGUOUS ROMANTIC DEPICTIONS
    EXPOSED GROINS WITH WORMS
    A NEIGHBOR SISTER
    PRONE TO KNIT

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    • multiplemichael

      THE PROJECTION OF ENERGIES AND EROTICS
      INTO UNRAVELLED WORM FORM
      THROW IN A NEIGHBOR SISTER
      PRONE TO KNIT
      EXPLICIT ENOUGH
      SELF ADDRESSED JOHNNY BOY
      SLEEP BECOMES A MATTER OF PERPETUAL
      EACH SEX TRYING TO HIDE WHAT THEY DEPEND ON

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    • multiplemichael

      ALWAYS AWARE OF PASSPORTS INTO REGIONS
      WHERE OTHER CHRISTIANS DARE NOT TREAD
      ANY REASON TO ESCAPE ORDINARY RELATIONS
      SINFUL PASSION—SIGN ME UP
      RE-CREATE A CRIME—I AM GAME
      SPLENDOR IN FORKS, WASHINGTON
      READY TO MANGLE COMMUNITY TASTE
      TO EXPERIENCE THE LUXURIANCE OF FANCY

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      • multiplemichael

        WHEN CORNERED, THEY ASKED ME TO SOLVE THE RIDDLE
        FAINT REGRETS—EMPLOYEES MUST BE SUBORDINATED
        CASH MONEY IN A DILEMMA
        A LEAK WITH PROFOUND ANXIETIES
        BULLETS SOLVE FAILURE
        BABY BABY BULLETS SOLVE FAILURE
        LIKE A POET—THE FINAL BULLET WAS EXHILERATING

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      • multiplemichael

        DAILY LOG OF TENSIONS:
        ————————————-
        SELFISHNESS
        FONDNESS FOR ANOTHER
        COMMITMENT
        OBEDIENCE
        DODGING SEX
        NURSED ANGER
        OUTSIDER BLUES
        STALKING
        SHYSTERS

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      • eatmorewords

        the question mark like a bent over old man, the questioning of fools, the hairy palms of Neanderthals wobbling through the air conditioned malls,
        no signals hitting their limbic system, reptiles brain in control
        the hierarchy of needs –
        food, shelter, widescreen TV,
        meat, a hole,
        NASCAR cutlery
        the flarf gatherers
        rejoice at the useless

        I spend all day looking at a screen that looks back at me – there is a TV programme that is always on, somewhere
        everywhere
        it’s always on,

        i fall asleep and wake up to see a monster, a man with a gun, a detective, a car chase, a
        weather report

        that radio station that plays a stairway to heaven on a 24hr loop
        the white noise of the everyday

        blue charlie doesn’t know the passwords

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      • eatmorewords

        a cow with many stomachs,
        curdled milk at the market,
        magic beans for sale
        swallow one and see Elvis in the clouds, halo rhinestone stars
        pelvis friction power stations built to specification,

        rats nibbling at the wires,
        the robots are unable to heal themselves, they haven’t seen their schematics
        their not aware of the plans

        the noises if the foundry lulled him in to sleep mode

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      • multiplemichael

        PHYSICAL INFORMATION ABOUT STRINGS
        SEX AND DEATH AND STRINGS
        COAX HER INTO BED WITH STRINGS
        CLEAR-SIGHTED SCISSORS IN HAND
        NO HONEYMOON, MATE
        CELEBRATED POET—WOMANIZER
        HELPLESS SILENCE

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      • multiplemichael

        POETRY FULL OF PROGRESSIVE PORTIONS
        FLASHBACKS TO PINK JAGGED EDGES
        ANTICIPATING A SHOWING—SHORT TIGHT CURLS
        BLUDGEONING ON THE HONEYMOON
        SEXUALITY ITSELF BEYOND DEVIANT
        MENNACE INTENSIFYING
        TO RE-CREATE A CRIME
        *I got off with probation—love starved with heavy eyebrows

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      • eatmorewords

        no string attached I know all about sex and death – no strings attached to the marionette hanging from flickering lamppost- dragged from slumber by revolutionary forces – six days after the famine started
        the electricity died –
        a town with no shadows –
        reports from the front as the first snow falls –

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      • multiplemichael

        A RUDE AWAKENING
        AFTER TWO BEERS
        SHE WAS:
        RITUALISTIC
        A SKEPTIC
        AN ATHEIST
        A REFORMER
        SOLEMN
        130 POUNDS OF MISPLACED SHAME
        SHE TOSSED HER COOKIES
        AND HER LIBIDO
        “NOTHING HAD PREPARED YOU FOR HER PUBIC HAIR”
        RUINED AND NERVOUS
        YOU WROTE THAT SEVERAL TIMES
        ON THE DOCTOR FORM
        HUMILIATING EROTIC PICTURES
        “PROBE NO FURTHER”
        LUBE ON THE IGNORAMUS

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  9. multiplemichael

    IGNORANCE
    WHAT ONE DESIRES IN YOUNG FEMALES
    SHAPING ATTITUDES—TRAINED TO SERVE
    HAPPY SENSUAL CONTINUANCE
    HIGHLY SEXED
    WANTING TO SHARE IN POETRY
    TO PLAY WITH THE EARS
    LIKE EMILY PLAYED WITH HER RABBIT
    ONE NIGHT IN THE DARK
    SHE WANTED TO TASTE YOUR PIPE

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    • multiplemichael

      POETRY BAKED IN A PRISON OVEN
      CHARACTERS WATCHING THEMSELVES
      WATCHING THEMSELVES
      IN BETTER CLOTHING
      WITH NICER SKIN TONE
      “I SAY OLD CHAP, THAT HUE IS TO DIE FOR”
      CAMERAS INSIDE CAMERAS
      EVEN THE BLIND CAN SEE
      IMMOBILIZING INMATES
      FAR FROM THE FORMULAS
      OF THE PAST
      ENTERTAINMENT INSIDE THE BIG HOUSE
      BOUNDARIES
      BEING PREOCCUPIED WITH BOUNDARIES
      STARTING FIRES AND HARMING PEOPLE
      VIEWERS’ HABITUAL EXPECTATIONS
      ALTER THE MESSAGE IN WORDPRESS POETRY

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      • eatmorewords

        russian prison cells no bigger than a matchbox – frozen beans in permafrost – cold showers and lock down – knifes functioned from pens – words scratched into walls
        a slow loosing of the mind
        mental facilities going south
        rag clothing absorbs human waste
        pictures of Stalin follow the inmates
        – removed from formulas erased from spreadsheets names and words reduced to the pureness of NUMBERS –
        ” 246373748 report to Leviathan”
        so deep into the system there is no recollection of what bought them there – lubed the memory
        un-discovered ghosts

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      • multiplemichael

        COLD SHOWERS ON THE HONEYMOON NIGHT
        PRETENTIOUS DICTION AND IMITATION FLARF
        VERBAL GARBAGE LIKE APE TURDS
        FRIENDS YAP AND KICK
        FRIENDS SAMPLE INTERCOURSE
        HEARTFELT VOYAGING
        PENCILING POEMS
        *the process of writing comes first

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      • eatmorewords

        the process the process
        automatic or rigid
        rules broken
        replaced by new ones
        the process the process
        requires imagination and words
        the incessant yapping of friends like little fluffy dogs carried by actresses and fed by flunkies
        a sample menu below the comments

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  10. multiplemichael

    LEVIATHAN DISCRIMINATION
    NO MEANS EASY
    CORRECTNESS IN CUTLERY
    BALLOON CHILDREN FLOAT TO SPACE
    YOUTH CANNOT BE CURBED
    CONTEMPLATING SUICIDE AFTER THE FATAL BLOOD CLOTS
    THEN THE FATAL CAR ACCIDENT—NOBODY SURVIVED
    THEY COULDN’T REMOVE MY CLOTHING
    MY BODY WAS ANONYMOUS

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    • eatmorewords

      fatal car crash – the fusing of metal and glass, the spider web crack of the egg shell windscreen, the crash and the fusion of ideas – one into another, the ballon children float up and up
      until there is no up left and the ballon sags and deflates like a soiled condom, limp like the honeymoon night
      —–they has to cut his skinny jeans off
      ——the dead eyes looked past the road signs, the mountain up there on the horizon, past the blood and through the shards the dental records
      the fingerprints
      the homemade videos left on youtube
      the eBay account
      anonymous but they knew everything

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      • multiplemichael

        I TRIED TO SMILE FOR THE HOMEMADE VIDEO
        BUT I HAD NO LIPS
        THE RING OF THE EXPLOSION
        CHANTING SECRET NAMES OF HEAVEN FOLK
        NO LONGER UNDERNEATH A BEARD
        WAS I STILL HOLY ?
        *a mechanic from Mexico City said something like,
        “That turkey is done “

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      • eatmorewords

        children’s face like shiny new coins
        glistening in the sun – over time they will grow into their features
        climbing tress & shooting people with sticks – there was always a house in the neighbourhood you were warned not to go near – where dead plants look out through the window
        forlorn swing needs oiling
        – slow moving cars
        – old films of your youth
        – scared of passages from the Bible (wet yourself while thinking obscene massacres)

        —————————

        she told me that she hated stained glass and bending on her knees – fear of men with beards
        fear of sandals

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      • multiplemichael

        THE SENSUAL CRASH OF THE AUTOMOBILE
        MADE ONE FORGET THE NEED FOR SOLUTIONS
        THOUGHTS OF THE BLUE-BLACK BULLS
        A FINGER-SNAPPING BEAT
        THINKING OF JESUS
        ALWAYS SPOKE OF BREAKFAST IN HEAVEN
        NOW I AM IN LINE FOR SECONDS

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      • multiplemichael

        YOUR AUTOMOBILE LOOKED LIKE
        A CROSSWORD PUZZLE
        THE ACCIDENT
        JUST A JUMBLE
        OF LETTERS
        INTERPRETATION
        THE BATHING SUIT
        TIGHT AND LABORED
        IN THE CROTCH
        ALL THAT HAIR
        VISUAL SPECTACLE SUPREME
        HEDONISTIC ?
        *one cruel person said that it had been slaughtered

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    • multiplemichael

      HOW MANY FALSE ATTEMPTS TO REACH OUT ?
      SEEING MYSELF SINKING INTO THE GRAVE
      EVERYTHING EXPANDS OUTWARD
      AS ONE DROPS DEEPER
      DRAWN BACK TO THE SOIL
      CALENDAR TIME IS COMEDY
      THE RAINY SEASON
      IS THE WORST

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      • eatmorewords

        the sun reappeared from behind the glass pyramid reflecting prisms of light down the corridors
        and avenues
        and momentarily,
        people forgot about things as they glanced up – hand cover eye –

        architects have tried to bring the outside in – internalisation of grass and weed –

        it’s in the doing she said
        practise over theory

        false attempts
        a placebo at best
        deep roots vein like
        umbilical under the tree
        stretching stretching

        the BIG BLACK CROSSES on the calendar to mark the passing

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      • multiplemichael

        THE BIG BLACK CROSSES
        HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I HURT MYSELF ?
        POETIC POSSIBILITIES HACKNEYED
        RADIATING ODORS
        THAT MAKE SCHOOLBOYS DROOL
        AN ANONYMOUS CENTER WITH ODD FORM
        POSSIBLY A SEA CREATURE
        POSSIBLY THE SCARS OF EDEN

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      • eatmorewords

        following the runny nose flow
        all mucus and membranes
        drugs in small plastic bags
        powders folded in the pages of left wing polemics – origami expert, nimble of finger,

        robots without conduits
        robots with no circuit boards
        a heart and liver
        robots and cannibals
        sleepwalking humans drunk on soma
        pupils retract

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      • eatmorewords

        during peace time we dedicated hours to building defences and planning for tomorrow –
        she sat on the bed sewing buttons on tunics, in a bunker full of wires,
        tinned food, bottles of wine waiting to age

        pin up pictures hanging half heartedly on a wall
        – nipples following you everywhere

        a small transistor radio that can only capture the sound of a man weeping – strange frequencies –
        – electrifying hair on head and arms

        – robots making drones somewhere not marked on any maps

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      • multiplemichael

        ROBOTS MAKING DRONES
        MAP MAKERS NO LONGER EMPLOYED
        LOCATIONS HAVE NUMBERS
        ONE PUNCHES IN A NUMBER
        AND A LOCATION SHOULD APPEAR
        ON THE SCREEN
        but, numbers can be fleeting
        THE AROMATICS OF PAGAN PRACTICES
        SYNTHETIC ALMOST ARTIFICIAL NUMBERS
        IMMENSE REGISTERS OF NOTES AND ACCORDS
        COMPLETELY UNKNOWN NUMBERS
        HYGIENE AND THE ART OF SWALLOWING NUMBERS
        HUMAN—NONHUMAN—MACHINE-TOOLED
        ROBOTS MAKING DRONES

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      • eatmorewords

        in the town the shop sold second hand words –
        double meanings from the previous owners –
        – cheap words
        poorly constructed –
        words used in greetings cards for relatives you’ve never seen –
        – angry words used in letters to local government –
        – words that just fall off the page
        – the fluidity of words & the solidness of numbers
        French maths and cigarettes smoke breeze over forest clearings at the chateau –

        Donald Trumps hair exists in its own sphere and influences his decisions

        (. the architect advised his peers he would never build a house from words.)

        drones and robots share the same DNA

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      • multiplemichael

        ENEMY SYMPATHIZERS HIDING FROM DRONES
        DRONES MADE BY ROBOTS: DNA COUSINS
        WIRETAPPING WITHOUT THE WIRES
        SEX SANDWICH BLACKMAIL
        STIFFENED PENALTIES FOR THOSE CAUGHT
        PERIODICAL POKING
        SIN WITHOUT CONSEQUENCES
        ADULTS BETWEEN THE SHEETS

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  11. multiplemichael

    EARTHQUAKES AND BUTTQUAKES
    “IT’S IN THE DOING”, SHE SAID
    BONES IN THE HILLS
    PRETENTIOUS SWAGGERERS
    PUBIC HAIR COCOONS
    NOTHING COULD BE SHOWN
    ON THE TELEVISION NEWS
    AMERICAN POETS WERE SHY
    THEIR ODDS AND ENDS
    WORSE FOR WEAR

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    • multiplemichael

      ODDS AND ENDS WORSE FOR THE WEAR
      NOTHING COULD BE SHOWN ON TELEVISION
      SPECTATORS WANTED TO SEE
      PEOPLE SPIT UP HAIRBALLS
      WADS OF PUBIC HAIR COCOONS
      MEDIEVAL SUBJECT MATTER
      *troubled by grammatical confusion
      flarf was not included

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      • eatmorewords

        police hiding in bushes, waiting
        little regard for your wellbeing,
        people don’t always notice what’s in front of their face,
        hansel and gretel
        toothless chasing wrappers, feral

        she was full of non Newtonian liquid
        you could tell by her gait

        Rolling Stones sticky fingers black hash ingrained on fingertips Jagger gyrating
        Charlie Watts walked off embarrassed

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