she (again)

she showed me her list of her top three named terrorists groups –
Bader Meinhoff
The Church of Almighty God
Red Brigade
– she showed me 250 songs that contained references to The Ramones
– she made me a collage from old western novels
– odd buttons on her tunic
– her hair in the wind
– she laughed at the inappropriate things
– she carried the debris of yesterday on injured knees
, skinned like a childs playing out all day in the freedom of summer
– her grandmother told her “you grow up quick under a curfew”
– ration book blues
– her smile was enough to knock you down

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    • eatmorewords

      (headlines…jumbled & stolen)
      touch sensitive jeans
      the death of passwords
      the search for renewable words
      share your photos (even the ones your X’d out of),
      clip from a black and white film
      another dead teenager
      unarmed mothers,
      surveillance rolled back cancer drugs refused

      what do you regret?

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      • multiplemichael

        HEADLINES (JUMBLED OR STOLEN)
        DON’T MEAN A DAMN THING
        LAZY PEOPLE USE THEM
        AS SANDBAGS
        PASSWORDS LIKE “LOVE”
        BRING SENSITIVE FLESH
        TO THE SURFACE
        ——-IT PAINS ME TOO MUCH
        TO SEE PHOTOGRAPHS
        WHERE I NO LONGER EXIST
        MY IDENTITY ANNIHILATED
        *cruel people point out the
        unregulated leisure after
        death

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      • eatmorewords

        lazy is not a tag you want to be tarred with she said
        experimental
        sexually dangerous, yes
        lazy, no
        blowing off cobwebs on a 50mile run
        the sandbags are leaking
        tiny particles hansel and gretel trails – they say they are more chess moved then atoms – sand grains on a million beaches
        – attempts to draw yourself into those photographs have had mixed results –
        wrong head on coat hanger shoulders

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      • eatmorewords

        mahogany box, the beating heart of the flarf machine
        quietly throbbing –
        from it’s gaping hole,
        the mouth spits out stream of words

        long tongue snake

        like a stock exchange ticker –
        reams of words,
        meaningless without context
        a paper trail of mis-communication

        hit and miss poetry

        unbalance three legged table
        the coffin with air conditioning

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      • multiplemichael

        HIT OR MISS POETRY
        IS IT POSSIBLE TO DISSOCIATE
        FROM THE PAIN ?
        ANTIAUTOBIOGRAPHICAL
        INTERPRETATIONS OF THE SIGNIFICANCE
        OF SUFFERING
        TO ARTICULATE WHAT CAN NOT BE SAID
        INTERIOR AND EXTERIOR
        HIT OR MISS POETRY
        IS THAT LIKE MR OR MRS POETRY ?
        MY SCAR REMOVED FROM PHOTOGRAPHS
        A LANDSCAPE TO BE RELOCATED
        A DISTANT SOUND AND THEN SILENCE

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      • eatmorewords

        the muse left the building with no forwarding address – just a scrunched up note

        – something about wells running dry
        – the confusion that can only be caused by a magician
        – paint flecks of an old radiator, a vintage satchel,
        brown leather
        – the voodoo pins in her effigy

        —-too many reasons for her departure —-

        but she took all the cutlery
        & killed the cat

        ———————-/——————-

        victim of a driver by
        hit ad miss poetry claims another

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      • multiplemichael

        INSIGNIFICANT PASSWORDS
        ANONYMOUS FACES
        SELDOM RECOGNITION
        THE BEDS PULLED APART
        AND PUSHED TOGETHER
        IN A NAUGHTY MANNER
        MATCHSTICK MEN GRUMBLING
        DIDDLING THEIR PRIVATES

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      • multiplemichael

        MASKING THE DECEPTION MOTIF
        COMPULSION TO REPRESS ANY ANXIETY
        CONCERNING THIS MASKING PROCESS
        ——THE POET AS THE GENTLEMAN-CALLER
        EACH DAY ENDS WITH UNFINISHED BUSINESS
        HOW MANY QUESTIONS CAN ONE AFFORD ?
        ———-IMPULSES TO SUM UP DAILY EPISODES
        HEADLINES ABOUT LIFE-PLOT (OBITUARY)
        FIRST, THEY PUT ME IN THE SHADOWS
        LATER, THEY REMOVED ME
        FROM THE PHOTOGRAPHS
        I WAS NO LONGER—NEVER BEEN
        NOT A SINGLE WORD REMAINED

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      • multiplemichael

        RHETORIC PRAISING PSYCHIC CUTLERY
        SPECIALIZED SPOONS AND FORKS
        SPOONS THAT FELLATE OTHER SPOONS
        FORKS TALENTED IN SADOMASOCHISM
        *imageless sleep in the Curie house

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      • eatmorewords

        a cutlery set stolen one piece at a time from the canteen
        cameras installed to catch the culprit
        – the term ‘to spoon’
        – the fork in the road
        – knife cuts on the hand if the street fighting man

        jagger wades out past the breakers

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      • multiplemichael

        PERHAPS THE START OF WW3
        WILL BE PLASTIC CUTLERY
        LONESOME SPOONS AND FORKS
        ALIVE—-BUT LAME IN CONFUSION
        COMMERCIAL PLASTIC
        RUSSIAN WOMEN WITH RUBBER DONGS
        RACKING DILEMMA ON THE MALE BODY
        WHAT WAS TO BECOME OF HUMAN INTERCHANGE ?
        WHO ARE THE OTHER PEOPLE ?
        WHAT DO THEY WANT ?
        HONEYMOON THOUGHTS
        OF WHAT WE SUPPOSE WE WANT
        THE FLESH KEEPS INSISTING
        *fixated on Italian cigarettes

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      • multiplemichael

        INSIGNIFICANT PASSWORDS
        SHIPWRECKED MEN ON A BARGE OF CUTLERY
        EACH MAN DEAD AND WANTING TO DIE MORE
        CAN ONE MEASURE THE DISTANCE OF DEATH ?
        *constantly fighting the temptation to ransack

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      • eatmorewords

        men on a barge
        a secret world of codes and hushed conversation
        confounded spaces like a shuttle or a catacomb
        experimental touching at slow speeds
        what happens on the barge stays on the barge

        (none of the men had wills when they died)

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