the lost accountants

deep inside the woods,
off the beaten path of animal tracks and Boy Scout signs
laid out on the floor with broken twigs and tiny stones,

under the dark canopy
which can only seem as a convenient curtain to those trying to hide a body

the search party headed towards faint sounds of clicks and clacks,
through the hanging branches the clicks and clacks

and there, sitting around a fire, hitting the keys of counting machines were the missing accountants

lost on a works team building exercise, feared dead, these past 17years

they tried to entice them out with chocolate, promises of woman, news from the outside world

but they weren’t interested,
they all straightened their ties and said they were staying there,
amongst the fauna, the
elements and their attempts to discover the last number.

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  1. multiplemichael

    AMONGST THE FAUNA,
    THE ELEMENTS,
    AND THE ONE MISSING CLUE
    ——–SODOMY————–
    CARDS MAILED IN
    BOUTS OF PSYCHOANALYTIC STRIPTEASE
    PROGRESSIVELY DEEPER LEVELS
    OF MALE PERSONALITY
    ENGLISHMEN WITH HEAVY TRUNKS
    LITERALLY AND FIGURATIVELY
    A DREAM-WISH PAST DIAPERS
    PAST THE ELASTIC WAISTBAND
    OF NORMAN’S UNDERPANTS
    ZILLIONS OF NEGLIGIBLE TRICKS
    AND GALLONS OF BOOZE
    TIME AFTER TIME
    PEEP SHOW ROMANCE
    PATIENTLY SQUEEZING
    ANOTHER LOAD BY HAND
    KNOWING IN YOUR HEART
    ONE DAY REALITY
    WOULD SET IN

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    • eatmorewords

      waistband moments lost to the majority who flinch at the pivotal moments – gallons of booze get me through the days & nights –

      a constant small throb works the muscle

      I don’t know what tour dad would able of the pictures
      I don’t know how he’d interpret the words

      falling in love with a picture
      manipulated to look
      peepshow perfect

      spend a dollar for a 30second view

      a plane through the clouds

      knitted pants retain the water

      —–

      I was trapped in a peepshow booth in Australia for nearly a day – me and a overflowing bin of soiled tissues – my last quarter fell in there and I plunged my hand in to get it out – I had no shame back then. Tissues stuck to me.
      It was humid and stank.

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      • multiplemichael

        WORDS WRITTEN ON BATHROOM STALLS
        ARE THEY THE SAME LOCOMOTIVE AS POETRY ?
        WHAT NATURE OF CONSEQUENCE DO THEY PRODUCE ?
        OBSERVING THE WORLD AND REPORTING
        DEVOTED CARE TO THOUGHTS, DIRECT AND INDIRECT
        ORGANISMS ON THE SHORT SCHOOL BUS
        FEMALES FULL OF IRREGULAR REGULARITIES
        AGRICULTURAL MENFOLK WITH SEASONS
        A JOURNEY FROM BALD TO BALD
        THE MYSTERIOUS PENIS, BOTH MAN AND BEAST
        SO MANY TANGLED PROBLEMS
        WITH PUBIC HAIR AREAS
        AND GENDER DRAMA
        HOW DEEP DOES ONE TOUCH ?
        HUNGERING AND SATIETY
        TAUT SKIN—THE MEASURES OF HONEYMOON
        ANABOLISM AND KATABOLISM AND MORE
        THE SWING OF THE ARMS IN LOCOMOTION

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      • eatmorewords

        in the archives I found pictures of her brother –
        he was the original boy in the bubble
        bouncing around in his little vacuum of colouring-in sets
        and TV re-runs –
        bouncing with spaghetti all over his face,

        away from the world with something undisclosed
        &
        unclassified

        I heard that your neighbours donated thousands to help the bubble boy –
        evangelical in their support
        they helped until they were helpless

        the boy in the bubble ejaculated till he drowned

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      • multiplemichael

        IN THE DREAM WORLD, EMILY DICKINSON HAD LARGE HEMISPHERICAL BREASTS
        EVEN LARGER ROUND BUTTOCKS, SEXUAL CHUBBINESS
        ALMOST HAIRLESS, ONE COULD SEE THE TISSUES IN THE RIDGE
        —THROW AWAY THE MAGAZINES AND THE PEEP SHOW PASS
        POETRY GIRL WAS IN NEED OF A MATHEMATICAL BOY
        WHY FRET OVER THE PETTY DETAILS OF DAILY LIFE ?
        ERASE THE SELF-CENTEREDNESS AND GIVE EMOTIONALLY
        GIVE AND GIVE UNTIL THERE IS NO MORE GRAMMAR IN YOUR LANGUAGE
        YOUR VOICE IS SO AUTHORITARIAN, ALMOST DADDY-LIKE
        YOU DIRECT CONVERSATIONS WITH YOUR SILENCE
        SOMETIMES YOUR SILENCE IS A LOADED GUN
        DEROGATORY SILENCE SCREAMING “BITCH”
        HEDGING MODIFIERS ON THE WITNESS STAND
        SUBORDINATE BEHAVIOR ONLY COMES WITH REWARD
        THE PROVIDER LIVES OUTSIDE THE CAGE
        PAY CAREFUL ATTENTION
        POET WITH TWO EARS

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      • multiplemichael

        THE BIN OF STICKY TISSUES
        WERE THEY WET WITH THE TEARS
        OF CUPIDS AND CHERUBS AND DOLLAR STORE ANGELS ?
        CREATURES WITH A DEEPER AND WIDER SENSITIVITY
        DEGENERATED HUMANS IN THE PEEP SHOW
        USING NUDITY AND SEX AS A BOND WITH SATAN
        ONE FIXED POINT OF VIEW—ANIMAL INTERCOURSE
        INDIVIDUALIZED VARIETIES OF GENITALS
        REALISTIC SCREAMS OF PASSION
        EVERYTHING MOVING AT A WILD PACE
        NAKED WET DETAILS, EARTHQUAKE INTENSITY
        INTERIORS RESISTING, CONTRACTION IN EVERY PHASE
        WAVES AND PULSES—TRUE EMOTIONAL EXPRESSION
        LIMBS STRIKING OUT WILDLY—TENSION AND EXPANSION
        COMPLETE RELEASE—SUPERMAN GLOBULES

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      • eatmorewords

        the tissues soaked up the tears shed in the peepshow –
        chocked and cried
        calloused hands tied tubes

        the Turin Shroud was found abandoned & stained on the outskirts of town

        —everyday
        somewhere on this planet
        someone sees the image of Christ on a nut,
        a freshly cut fruit, a used diaper but
        no one claims to see images of Satan on burnt toast, or a skid mark
        in a car park —-

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      • multiplemichael

        I TRIED TO ERASE THE DIRTY PARTS
        THE SEXUAL ANATOMY
        DISHONEST WHORES
        UNGLAMOROUS WHORES
        OVERUSED BACKDOORS
        ANYTHING PROTRUDING
        NAKEDLY WEATHERBEATEN FLESH
        *toothsome dogs wanting to taste your meat

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      • multiplemichael

        RUMOR HAS IT THAT YOU WERE WATCHING CLIPS
        OF AGATHA CHRISTIE AT THAT PEEPSHOW
        HER HAIRLESS MONKEY GLISTENING
        HER TRICK LARYNX IN HER VAGINA
        YOU WERE A SUCKER FOR THOSE SOUNDS
        A SUCKER IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE
        *with all those soiled tissues—how could one
        not identify the culprit ?

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      • eatmorewords

        she leaks into my bad dreams
        and she was there last night
        behind the car wreck, looking through splintered glass,
        feet in fuel
        padding oil slick footprints behind her
        and I was frozen
        as if in a foreign country
        trying to get the words out
        a burning match between my fingers ready to burn the footprints
        to extinguish the clues

        agatha, queen of detectives, disappeared off the radar and reappeared invigorated,the only clue were spoiled tissues in a bag

        tapestry of the asteroids

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      • multiplemichael

        TO EXTEND THE SCOPE OF POETIC TALENT
        TO BETRAY ASPECTS OF JOHNNY BOY
        PROFOUNDLY WISHED TO REMAIN SECRET
        COMPLICATIONS OF THE DOUBLE-LIFE/MULTIPLE-LIFE
        THE PERSONALITY WITH SEVERAL PHONE NUMBERS
        PATENT LEATHER SHOES
        AND THE MOST RECENT VERSION OF THE BIBLE
        POSSIBLY WRITTEN LAST WEEK
        TOLERABLE COMFORT
        MENTAL PICTURES INTO PHYSICAL WORDS
        SPOONS AND FORKS AND A DADDY GONE
        ODIOUS SUBJECTS ARE BURIED OUT OF SIGHT
        POEMS ABOUT THE DAILY PATH
        ROOMS OF PEOPLE
        POOP—SHOCKINGLY OUT OF PLACE
        DISORIENTATING UNEASE
        AT THE THOUGHT
        STAINS OF SUSPICION ?
        THE CARDBOARD CUT-OUTS FEEL SAFE
        LITTLE TO NO NOSTALGIA FOR A LIFE
        ONCE EXPERIENCED OR IMAGINED
        NO UNFOCUSED LONGINGS
        NO PARTICULAR ATTRACTION FOR PSEUDONYMS

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      • eatmorewords

        many names like the father
        son
        Holy Ghost
        different faces for different occasions (the scripture according to JOAN)
        – passwords for everything stored in a secret file protected by more passwords,
        elaborate and easy to forget –
        the fingerprints were fake –
        my shadow is longer than you’d think – I’ve seen your passport picture – all beard and no eyes – pictorial bible for the remedial kids at the back of the class – big letters and colourful pictures
        – we forget who all this is written for
        – the unknown readership in the backwoods and boondocks –
        leather shoes, new and creaking like trees bending in the wind,

        bury me with cutlery

        farmers and their animals
        meaningful relationships can come on four legs

        the pseudonyms
        the holy trinity
        aka

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      • eatmorewords

        cars build to resemble female bodies – arousal at impact
        slender fingers grip the gear stick
        cars that talk and now you don’t even need to drive – you as an extension of the machine –

        password need authenticating
        too many to remember – date of birth of your first school the colour of you mothers second pet – do passwords get offended when forgotten?

        – drones fly over homes

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      • multiplemichael

        ———LIFE: A NEVER ENDING DEFEAT
        THE CONSTANT STRUGGLE TO WRITE FAMOUS POETRY
        NOT ORDINARY POETRY
        OR SILLY POETRY
        OR NO POETRY AT ALL
        THE WHOLE SCHEME OF THINGS
        LIGHTNING BOLTS ON THE NECK
        THE JEWISHNESS OF FRANKENSTEIN

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    • multiplemichael

      PROTECTIVE LAYERS OF CYNICISM AND SARCASM
      UFO TALK SOMETIMES BEYOND
      THE IMMEDIATE CIRCLE
      AT ARM’S LENGTH
      ACKNOWLEDGING THE ABDUCTIONS
      THE TUBES IN BOTH ENDS
      CLOSED OFF BOYS AND GIRLS
      INHOSPITABLE SHELLS

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      • eatmorewords

        extra baggage not declared at the gates – hidden and squirrelled away – unstable on two legs
        wobbling like a noon day drunk –
        idle hand & blind eyes
        bronchial cock phlegm sprays and stain

        UFO talk at the Elk Room –
        tacit acknowledgement that something happened –
        well, he hasn’t walked properly since that night –
        secrets kept at arms length –

        protective layers
        humans onions
        teary eyes

        Christmas in a submarine off an Arctic coast

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    • multiplemichael

      NEVER SUBJUGATED BY HUMAN LAW
      GOD CLOSED UP THE OPENINGS
      JESUS COULD FIND NO PENETRATION
      NUMBERLESS MOMENTS AT NIGHT
      HIS COMRADES WERE TEARING AND RENDING
      WHILE HE SUFFERED
      HIS STAGE OF GENITAL MATURITY

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      • eatmorewords

        Jesus wanking at the skin flicks,
        one hand in a bucket of popcorn
        the other jerking and strangling his tube – food in his beard –

        strangers give him a wide berth – food stains his shroud –

        the beggars and hobos of darktown see him as one of them – standing
        around oil drum fires,
        shooting the shit,
        chewing the fat

        modern day disciples with trousers held up with electric chord

        ————————

        Comrade denotes soviet sympathies – left leaning
        – you’re on there watch list

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    • multiplemichael

      RELATIVES FAIL TO UNDERSTAND
      THAT THEY OBSERVE THE WORLD
      THEY DO NOT CONTROL THE WORLD
      ————–AVERAGE PEOPLE ARE OBSERVERS
      SOMETIMES IN THE CURIE HOUSE BASEMENT
      DOCTORS WOULD ALTER THE FRONTAL LOBES
      OF YOUNG POETS
      FORMER POOL HALL PSYCHIATRISTS
      LANGUISHING BOOZE-HOUNDS
      SELF-DESTRUCTIVE NEAR BOOKS
      LIBRARIES CAUSED DANGEROUS SPARK-UPS
      SELF-HARM POINTED TOWARDS ITS TARGET
      *hold tight to your repertoire of learned responses

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  2. multiplemichael

    (laid out on the floor with broken twigs and tiny stones)
    ARE THE BROKEN TWIGS AND TINY STONES A REPRESENTATIONAL PORTRAIT ?
    THE FLOOR BROKEN INTO PLANES AND CURVY SWATHES ?
    SOMETHING WILD LIKE A CURTAIN TO HIDE A BODY
    THE CONCEPT OF SUPERIMPOSING
    IMAGES OF NORMAN’S MOTHER
    WAVING HER FINGER
    IN A “YOU’RE A BAD DOG”
    FASHION

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    • multiplemichael

      (under the dark canopy…………the search party)
      RIGID IDEAS ABOUT SEX
      TRAPPED BY A DARK CANOPY OF RELIGIOUS RIGHTS AND WRONGS
      LACKING PUNCTUATION OR CONTROL OF PUNCTUATION
      SELF-DISCOVERY BORN OF PAIN
      a thousand times one can never express the pain of self-discovery
      THE EXACT MOMENT YOU REALIZE WHO YOU REALLY ARE
      NOT WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE
      NOT WHO SOMEONE ELSE THINKS YOU ARE
      NOT THE BIBLE OR BLUE BULLS IN THE MOONLIGHT
      that night…the honeymoon night—when self-discovery is put under a spotlight

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      • eatmorewords

        standing on the sidelines
        watching it all move by,
        evolve and explode,
        a witness peeping Tom behind the bush,
        smoke from an Italian cigarette betrays your position – high in the canopy with the other apes –

        caught in the crosshairs of time

        – pick the insects from her thatch –
        the scurrying beatles ignite the tinderbox –

        an ancient story going full circle
        (something to tell the kids about)

        self discovery in the crucible
        self discovery in front of the mirror
        toe to toe with shadows gymnastic flexibility
        impresses the rigid
        bedfellows
        hand in hand

        —————–

        the weather is never 100% right

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      • multiplemichael

        GYMNASTIC FLEXIBILITY WITH STUBBORNNESS
        NOSE TO TOES WITH THE ENORMOUS BEHIND
        CONVERSATIONAL POETRY NOT FLARF
        POETS SHARING INDIVIDUALITY
        MALES WITH HUGE DONGS ALARMED
        FRENCH TRANSLATORS SKIRT ABOUT SIZE
        ALL THINGS MOVE IN MEASURE
        CONFESSIONAL POETRY
        EACH HAND—THE OTHER HAND
        LOCKED HANDS
        A HAND COLD FROM THE FREEZER
        THE BIBLE IS FULL OF HANDS
        THE LORD PONDERETH THE HEART
        ————————————————-
        REALITY IS A REPEATING PATTERN
        WALLPAPER REALITY INCLUDING JEALOUSY
        DRAMA, BABY—-DRAWN-OUT INTERCOURSE
        A LARGE EGG DEEP INSIDE
        HUNGRY FOR SEED
        NOT JUST SEX SEED
        BUT FARFETCHED SEED
        UFO ABDUCTION SEED—ARBITRARY
        ————————————————-
        EMILY DICKINSON WOULD NOT TOLERATE SEX TALK INDOORS
        NO POVERTY OF VERBIAGE, SHE TALKED FREELY OUTSIDE
        SOMETIMES MEN WOULD BLUSH
        MEN WITH HUGE DONGS
        PULLED THEM OUT
        EMILY WAS CURIOUS
        ABOUT FORESKINS
        SHE OFTEN THOUGHT OF ANGELS
        AND THEIR BRIGHT PINK KNOBS
        SUCH A SMALL AMOUNT OF SKIN
        FILLED THE LORD’S DEMAND
        UNCUT PILGRIM DONGS
        ASTRONAUT LENGTH
        NEIGHBORHOODS OF SKIN
        FREE FROM SYLVIA PLATH
        AND HER INFLUENCE

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      • multiplemichael

        BOHEMIAN INTELLECTUALS WITH DIRTY FINGERNAILS
        FLARF CAKED FINGERNAILS
        SILENTLY, I ASKED YOU TO CLEAN THEM
        YOU COULD DO IT ON THE SLY
        YOU COULD ASK JESUS TO TALK TO YOU
        WALK OUTSIDE AT NIGHT
        PAST THE BLUE-BLACK BULLS
        SMILE AT THE SKY
        AND SAY, “THANK YOU JESUS OF NAZARETH”
        THE MIRACLE WOULD BE UNDERSTANDING
        WHY YOU SHOULD BE THANKFUL

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      • multiplemichael

        “DIVINE ACTION” IN NATURE
        CRAZY PEOPLE SEE THE FINGER OF GOD
        RESISTANT BACTERIA UNDER A NAIL
        THE DEATH OF DINOSAURS
        THE DEATH OF JOAN RIVERS
        COFFEE WITH ASTROPHYSICISTS
        WORDS TORN OUT OF CONTEXT

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    • multiplemichael

      broken twigs in the bush—scratches on the shaft
      readers with simple arithmetical tricks
      obsessiveness with long inches
      fumblings and repetitions
      burrowing your relatives
      riding their genital elevator
      walking around fire
      waving your finger

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      • eatmorewords

        a hideous replica
        moulded from debris left after the earthquake –
        from flotsam
        washed up on shores
        – after the deluge the carcass of the sunk vessel reappeared –
        – ghosts of the drowned
        waterlogged &
        weighed down with secrets
        -of her
        -of the assassination
        -of the backstreet dark-town abortions

        on days like this I retreat and hold those closet tight

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    • multiplemichael

      WORDS TORN OUT OF CONTEXT
      DRIVING AROUND KENTUCKY
      WITH MODERN SCIENCE IN MY POCKET
      SELF-CONSCIOUS AS I DROVE PAST CAVEMEN
      “ROUND UP THE APE-LIKE SUSPECTS”
      NO MIDDLE GROUND
      SO MANY SPECIES HAVE GONE EXTINCT
      GOOD GIRLS AND BOYS SANDWICHED
      TO THE LIPS OF AN EVIL GIANT

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      • multiplemichael

        WHATEVER IT TAKES, JOHNNY BOY
        CRYING AND MOANING JOHNNY BOY
        WHISPERING AND SHOUTING JOHNNY BOY
        GROOVING—-ALWAYS GROOVING
        TRIED TO STRETCH MY LIPS INTO DIZZY GILLESPIE
        THOUGHT THAT WOULD MAKE YOU HAPPY
        MAKE YOU HAPPY TO BE SAD
        JOHNNY BOY

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      • eatmorewords

        ————-I got home and he played me the trumpet ——-ready to be mind blown he said
        in E major ——- ——–

        ——somewhere a rocket landed carrying a cargo of cutlery

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      • multiplemichael

        NEAR THE CONCLUSION OF LIFE
        NEIGHBORHOOD BOYS LIT UP HER UNDIES
        AT THE GREAT WAD OF CORPSE HAIR
        BUSY NEEDLES THERE
        SPOOLS OF THREAD
        AND A MOMMA-SEWN-TIGHT-THE-FLAPS
        NO LOVE GOES THERE
        ONLY A COPPER STAIN
        AND JELLY
        POSSIBLY
        AN ECHO
        OF ANGELS CHOIRING

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      • multiplemichael

        COBWEBS ON THE PRIVATES
        YOUR POETRY—INSCRIPTIONS FROM TOMBSTONES
        KEEPSAKES SLEEPING IN THEIR ROOMS
        DAILY DRAMA OF DYING
        NEAR-FATAL AND LONG-PAST-FATAL
        DEVILS TICK OFF THE MINUTES
        WORDS NO LONGER NEED SPELLED OUT
        NO NEED EXCEPT FOR DENIAL
        THE BOTTOM DROPS OUT
        LIVING CLOCKS STOP
        ALL NAMES ERASED

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      • multiplemichael

        PILLS THAT DISSOLVE THE OLD ACCUSTOMED PERCEPTION
        ILL HEALTH AND CONFUSION — LIFE COACHES SUPREME
        NO TASK IS TOO SMALL, NO DELIGHT TOO BRIGHT
        CLUTCHING AROUND THE STILL WET SKINS
        NAKED WITH A BARKING HEART
        THE DEVILS SAY
        THAT IT MUST
        BE ME

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      • multiplemichael

        ———THE TENDERNESS OF A SLAP———–
        TROUBLING TERRITORY INDEED
        FEMALES OUT IN THE WILD WITH CRAZY MANES
        COMFORT FROM TEND AND BEFRIEND
        SIDESTEPPING JISM AND UGLY COUGHS
        IN NEAH BAY ONE MUST SIZE UP
        LEAN LOINS—HIP BONES THAT BRUISE
        FEAR-BASED THOUGHTS ABOUT WHITE MEN
        THE OLD SILVER SALMON IS GONE

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      • multiplemichael

        POOR AND EVEN TASTELESS BEHAVIOR ON A SUBMARINE
        CRIMINAL RECORDS AND POETIC CONSEQUENCES
        DWELLING ON THE SEXUAL ACT
        THE ONE TIME IN YOUR LIFE
        HONEYMOON NIGHT
        WAS EMILY DICKINSON AN ANTHROPOLOGIST ?
        WERE HER WORDS ACTIVE CITIZENS ?
        DEPENDENT IN A MASCULINE MANIPULATIVE WORLD
        DESTRUCTIVE DISTORTIONS OF GENITAL MERIT
        EVERYTHING BECOMES REGULATED AND FILTERED
        —————UNDER WATER—————————————
        CONVERSATION CAN BE REWARDED OR PUNISHED
        BLOT OUT THE REAL WORLD
        POWERFUL POETRY PLEASE
        DINING ROOM POETRY, KITCHEN POETRY
        POETRY THAT ONCE FACED PUBERTY
        POETRY THAT CAUSES PREMATURE CURIOSITY
        RENTAL EARS LISTEN
        RENTAL EYES GLIMPSE
        HONEYMOON NIGHT COMBAT

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      • multiplemichael

        PEOPLE HAVE SAID THAT YOU ARE MORE THAN ELECTRICITY
        MORE THAN RADIOACTIVITY
        PERHAPS YOU WERE DORMANT IN THE PAST
        BUT NOW YOU FIND YOURSELF WELDING METALS TOGETHER
        LIKE A MATHEMATICIAN YOU HANDLE NUMBERS
        FLOATING SINGULARS, JOHNNY BOY ?

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      • eatmorewords

        never a singularity, more than the sum of my parts, laying dormant until activated – a secret agent
        the Manchurian Candidate – triggers words ejaculated form the flarf machine – waking up in strange countries
        new currency
        strange states where the eyes follow you – a pointing finger leads the way

        unequivocally biblical people reject the WORD
        GIVE ME NUMBERS cried the maths man in a library of words

        like a vegetarian looking at the carcass

        many micheals, do you spend time at the abbatoir?

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  3. multiplemichael

    ARE YOU READY TO RELINQUISH YOUR IDENTITY ?
    SADISTIC READERS WANT TO TORTURE YOU
    PUNISH THE INFANT SIDE OF YOU
    LOST FROM THE MYSTERY OF JOY
    A TYPE OF PERSON
    TO BE SORROWED OVER
    SOLITARY HAND AND THOUGHTS OF STREET SEX
    SHADOWY GIRLS AND MEN WEARING BRAS
    DAILY BEFORE YOUR EYES
    *when Jesus stamped his foot, the meat was on the table

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    • multiplemichael

      YOU MOCK THE APPROACH OF JESUS
      POPCORN FICTION AND REVELATION
      MYSTERIOUS PACKAGE
      WRAPPED IN OIL
      SOCIETY SPEAKS FOR ITSELF
      ALL THE PEOPLE WHO MIRRORED THEMSELVES
      IN THE BASEMENT OF THE CURIE HOUSE

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      • multiplemichael

        I SAW YOU TALKING TO ROBERT BLAKE
        ON THAT TV SERIES “BARETTA”
        YOU WERE WEARING A LOW TOP HAT
        A CUTAWAY COAT WITH BRITCHES
        AND BEATLE BOOTS
        PEOPLE IN KENTUCKY
        GUESSED YOU TO BE BRITISH
        YOU WERE FIXED ENOUGH IN ESSENCE
        BY WORD, BY SIGN, BY LOOK

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      • eatmorewords

        Barrera was never shown in the UK – problems with translation – unorthodox cops in a land that plays by the rules –
        short sleeve shirts and driving an Impala – how exotic!
        our detectives smoke cigarettes, eat biscuits and deal with paperwork, paper clips scattered over thread worn carpets
        – their teeth would give it away,
        the British tooth,
        tea stained and looking like a broken piano key –

        playing cops and robbers and full dress reenactments of famous Civil War battles

        shoes shiny and lakes as flat and still as mirrors no reflection in the spoon

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      • multiplemichael

        LABORATORY POETRY
        RAW SCIENCE BOTH DAY AND NIGHT
        MANY THINGS MELTING ON THE STOVE
        “JUST WARMING MY WORDS, JOHHNY”
        THE LITTLE LADY POINTING AT SPURTS ON THE PILLOW
        CONFESSIONAL SPOTS FRESH FROM THE FLESH-PILLAR

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      • multiplemichael

        I SAW YOU TALKING TO ROBERT BLAKE
        ON THAT TV SERIES “BARETTA”
        YOU WERE DISCUSSING THE MESSINESS
        OF USING A KNIFE
        THE BLOOD LIKE ENDLESS DIALOGUE
        WORDS CRY OUT FROM THE CUT
        SOUND PATTERNS TURNED INTO POETRY
        INTENSE IDENITY WITH THE CRIME
        BACK-AND-FORTH WITH NO CONCLUSION
        THE RAGGED STREAK OF ART
        A LITTLE WETNESS STILL

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      • eatmorewords

        DNA: 64% unknown feeling and substance 10% carbon –
        a thousand ideas fizzed through the foundry – 30 minutes inside the tabernacle –
        waiting for the jackals
        sharp teeth showing a procession of images, car wrecks, dead parachutists, still born babies, flowers, mountains of wasted food, malnutrition fevered dreams – fifty pairs of shoes never worn – knife wounds maroon moon – solid white noise
        the noise of feet stamping and engines revving glass smashing dog shit and bubble gum – when did people start turning in charectures & dragons?

        puddles of semen and piss

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      • multiplemichael

        NOTHING LIKE BEING FAR FROM HOME
        AND HEARING A BANJO TUNE
        ——————————————-
        WHEN THE DETECTIVES ASKED ME
        I TOLD THEM THAT YOU WERE A SEASONED POET
        I DIDN’T MENTION HEARING THE CLICKS
        FROM A GUN TRIGGER
        THAT YOUR POEMS WERE OFTEN
        A SELF-CONSCIOUS CONSTRUCT
        YOU WITH YOUR CRANKY T-SHIRTS
        AND RAUCOUS BLUEGRASS

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    • multiplemichael

      JOHNNY BOY—A SEASONED POET
      TRYING ON AND DISCARDING NEW IDENTITIES
      CALLING FOR GENDER EQUALITY AT HOME
      HOOKED UP WITH A LION-TAMER
      COMPLETE WITH ODD BRITCHES
      AND WHIP
      *subtext about playacting (?)

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      • multiplemichael

        SOMETHING RESEMBLING SEXUAL AROUSAL
        HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BEEN RESCUED ?
        MECHANICAL OR ANIMAL VIGOR
        MODEST ? INFERIORITY KNOCKS LOUDLY
        CONFLICTS DRIVEN UNDERGROUND
        LEFT UNRESOLVED, TURNS INTO POETRY
        A BRIMMING RESERVOIR OF FLARF
        INESCAPABLE INFERENCES
        AMMUNITION

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      • eatmorewords

        so many things can cause the arousal: table legs, car crashes, suffocation, curvature, flesh,
        the gap between…
        …individual trigger points for the individual,
        like finger prints,
        a desire to be unique but there is always overlapping,
        stuck in the shadow of a Venn diagram,
        each night the reservoir bursts its bank
        only to be re-filled,
        the constant cycle with no off ramp,
        flarf magicians are smoke and mirrors merchants
        producing pre-placed words from hidden pockets –
        a path well trodden –
        the real poet strides out onto a blank page with no compass

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      • eatmorewords

        no drugs for the straight edge kids – oceans full for the others to swallow – 38months in the blood stream, evidence on strands of hair,
        chemicals gathering at the base of the spine

        confusion over
        and between

        Yul Brynner & Telly Salavals – together like two moons, orbiting
        things

        robotic cowboy on the plains
        lollipop in mouth – short circuiting daily

        different and not the same
        Zurich is stained*

        ——————————————-

        *from slanted and enchanted

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      • multiplemichael

        PEOPLE SAY THAT YOU DATED AGATHA CHRISTIE
        SHE WAS LIKE A SMALL BATHROOM
        FOR 12 ADULTS AND 4 CHILDREN
        COULD ONE BE SPARED THE HISTORY OF SMELL ?
        ————————————————————————–
        ————————————————————————–
        AGATHA CHRISTIE WITH ODD BRITCHES
        AND AN ENGLISH OBSESSION
        WITH THE BOWELS
        HORRID HALITUS

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      • multiplemichael

        YOU WROTE:
        “THE BOY IN THE BUBBLE EJACULATED
        UNTIL HE DROWNED”
        -here I must take issue
        -here I must take tissue
        the widening scope of creative art
        a manservant with a soft hand

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      • multiplemichael

        YOU WROTE:
        “THE BOY IN THE BUBBLE EJACULATED
        UNTIL HE DROWNED”
        WHAT DOES THAT SAY ABOUT HIS BEST FRIEND ?
        IF THE PLOT WAS FROM A PRISON POEM
        WOULD THE BEST FRIEND BE A SAILOR ?
        IF THE BOY WOULD HAVE DROWNED IN ZURICH
        WOULD THEY HAVE CRUCIFIED THE BEST FRIEND ?
        POSSIBLY CRUCIFIED HIM UPSIDE DOWN ?
        IS THERE AN UNDERCURRENT OF HOMOSEXUALITY
        IN THE ACT OF DROWNING IN SEMEN (JISM) ?
        WHAT IS THE MOST TROUBLING ASPECT OF THIS DEATH ?
        IS THERE A LIBRARY OF REPRESSED MATERIAL ?
        WERE HIGHWAY PATROLMEN NOTIFIED OF THE CRIME ?
        DID HE USE URANIUM BASED LUBE ?
        THANK GOD HE WAS A NAIL-BITER

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    • multiplemichael

      WARNINGS ABOUT THE POET COMING FACE TO FACE WITH HIMSELF
      COMPULSIVE HEAPING OF PLOT ON PLOT
      EACH DAY BEING ANOTHER EPISODE
      ENDLESS MESSAGES
      CEREAL BOX DECODER
      POETRY ABOUT SKINNED KNEES
      AND FRIENDS WITH GAY BALLOONS
      MAKE-BELIEVE BLOOD AND MAKE-BELIEVE LOVE
      AND THE WARBLING OF BIRDS IN YOUR UNDERPANTS

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      • eatmorewords

        Lego poetry brick on brick & the narrative cement that binds
        the yolk of lapsed nuns and burning factories
        cutlery dispensers in
        the shadow of alpine peaks that cover the village below – the boy next door who thought he was johnny cash –
        decode the spaces between the words you’ll first read
        on a day in the future that’s named after the astronaut on Mars
        – endless messages drifting in gay balloons the forth cousin twice removed – skinned knee at the crossroads

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      • multiplemichael

        LEGO POETRY BRICKS LEAD TO MAILBOX BOMBS
        NOSTALGICALLY RE-CREATING NARRATIVE CEMENT
        THE COLOR OF BURNING FACTORIES
        NUNS PUTTING EGGS INSIDE THEIR NESTS
        SOMETIMES THE YOLK LEAKS OUT
        MAXI PADS TO THE RESCUE
        SPECTATORSHIP
        AN OPPORTUNITY FOR VOYEURISM
        APPREHENSIVE BUT TURNED ON
        POETS VERBALLY TUSSLE
        SUBSERVIENT TO THE DONG
        MEN AS DETERMINERS
        *Nancy Drew for the squeamish

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      • multiplemichael

        SODOMY CREATES TENSION
        WILL SOMEONE HAVE TO CALL AN AMBULANCE ?
        READERS WITH EXPECTATIONS
        AGONY AND LOCKED IN A STICKY EMBRACE
        COURTSHIP BLOOD SPICES UP THE GLEE
        *having done whatever can be done—time for a new partner
        *another cycle of brutality and sarcastic flarf

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      • multiplemichael

        “SORRY, I THINK I’VE BROKEN YOUR ARM”
        SEX WAS FOR THE ASKING
        GIGOLO FOR DRUGS
        THEN THE FATAL BLOOD CLOT
        UNEMPLOYMENT STOPS AT DEATH
        GAVE AWAY THE PETS
        MOVED TO FLORIDA

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    • multiplemichael

      —-GRIM UNDERLYING MESSAGE
      PISTOL TO THE TEMPLE
      —-ABOUT TO WALK OFF THE STAGE
      MUTILATED NUT SAC
      HUGE CHUNKS HAVE BEEN BITTEN OFF
      ——————————–PROLONGED
      PERMANENT LONELINESS
      15 MINUTES OF INNOCENCE
      PRIORITIES
      THE FEAR OF GETTING BLOOD ON THE CAR SEAT
      URGENCY—ANXIETY AND FEAR
      RUTHLESS APPRAISAL FROM CHURCH FOLK
      SODOMY CREATES TENSION

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      • eatmorewords

        I was forced to admit that the factory wasn’t real, that cutlery was /
        could be a metaphor –
        we know it can’t be located on a physical map (it’s probably somewhere near Kentucky) –
        we know the temperature that paper burns at
        we know the co-ordinates.

        I’ve memorised the faces
        names
        places

        jazz reveries each night at the diner of blunt knifes – I hold no truck with the convention of snake charmers and old words from dead places

        she phoned me last night by didn’t say a word

        dragged off this sage with a gun at the temple
        the smell of cordite & the taste of lube

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      • multiplemichael

        LINGER NOT LONG WORDS—YIELD YOUR VENOM
        AND CRAWL OFF
        REPAYING A GREAT DEBT WITH POETRY
        AGITATED FRENZY OF GENITALS
        DAZZLING, KINETIC DONGS
        SHE CALLED TIME AFTER TIME
        NEVER SAYING A SINGLE WORD
        I COULD IDENTIFY HER SIGNAL WAVES
        THE TERMINOLOGY OF HER SILENCE
        I COULD SMELL MODERN SCIENCE ON HER BREATH
        THE CURIE HOUSE FLYING CIRCUS
        HER PROGRESS FROM RING TO RING
        INTERROGATING TONGUES ON HER CLIT
        DOWN THERE WHERE LIFE EMERGES

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      • multiplemichael

        LINGER NOT LONG
        PERSONALITIES FULL OF MEMORIES
        THAT DAY YOU MADE A STRING OF WORDS
        EXPERIENCES CHIME WITH THE MOOD
        ALBUMS OF VAGUE MEMORIES
        DISTINCT PERCEPTIONS DILUTED
        EVER-CHANGING SOUP
        SO TO SPEAK

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      • multiplemichael

        THE POET STRETCHES HIS NECK
        WILL GOD BE CRUEL ?
        CONSTANTLY UNDERSCORED
        SHRUNKENED MANHOOD IN MOCKING WIG
        IT’S STILL THERE—JUST GOTTA LOOK
        ————-STEMLESS FLOWER——–
        APES OUTSIDE THE WINDOW POINT
        REMEMBER WHEN IT WAS PINK ?

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  4. multiplemichael

    I TOLD HER THAT I HAD MEASURED THE LIMITS OF MORTALITY
    SHE SAID, “BABY, I LIVE IN DARK TOWN”
    “SPLENDERE” IN A NEEDLE
    FALSE BEAUTY
    MY LITTLE SOCIETY
    SHADOWS AND WEAK COLORS
    BEGINNINGS IN A PILE
    SHOES RETIRED
    NEVER TO BE WORN

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    • multiplemichael

      SHOES NEVER TO BE WORN
      EVEN IN SCHOOL
      THEY KNEW
      ————————————
      A CREW OF COMEDIANS
      FOR FRIENDS
      POETIC PERFORMERS
      ————————————
      UNDERWEAR TO FIT A HORSE
      ————UNFAITHFUL HUSBANDS
      ————UNFAITHFUL CHILDREN
      MASKS AND COSTUMES
      CLOSETS OF BLACK
      BOXES OF TICKETS
      ANAL TRUMPETS
      WHERE ARE THE GIRLS
      OF YESTERYEAR ?

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      • eatmorewords

        the girls of yesteryear,
        pin ups with long
        stockinged legs
        painted on the side of fighter planes
        stuck in spider webs
        their faces on the postcards home,
        perfumed and lipstick stained

        the town where they make the bombs is full of reluctant scientists and bad poets – no joy at gun point

        invisible on maps
        3miles below the clouds

        army on manoeuvres
        moving towards the mountains and tomorrow

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      • multiplemichael

        THE GIRLS OF YESTERDAY
        SLITHERING GENITALS
        MARKS OF PUNCTUATION
        BIG LYMPH NODES
        CURIE HOUSE AT THE BONE
        HAIR IN THE SHOWER DRAIN
        PLENITUDE
        FROM IMITATION TO IMITATING
        DRUGS THAT CURE ALL

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      • multiplemichael

        WAS THE EMERALD THAT DROPPED
        FROM LUCIFER’S FOREHEAD
        THE THIRD EYE OF SHIVA?
        THE CANVAS MADE BLANK
        LANGUAGE FULL OF DESPERATION
        ENDLESS CIRCLING
        EARTH BOUND
        TIME BOUND
        GENDER BOUND
        NAMES RUBBED OUT
        POETS UNHOOKED
        *poets unhooked by themselves

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      • multiplemichael

        THE GIRLS OF YESTERDAY
        BEAT EACH OTHER WITH FISTS
        LATER THERE WERE TRIGGERS
        ANONYMOUS FINGERS INSERTED
        IN THE BULLET HOLES
        THE BLOOD WAS LIKE OIL
        INTERNAL RHYME
        CURIE HOUSE PHONETIC
        BIG LUMP ON THE THROAT
        BIG LYMPH NODES
        SISTER GUGGENHEIM SIZE
        SURPRISES IN THE EAR
        THE TURKISH STRONG MAN
        SURPRISES IN THE REAR

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      • multiplemichael

        ANAL TRUMPETS DADDY
        OUTSIDE PEOPLE
        IMITATING THEIR SIGNIFICANCE
        A FRIENDLY HAND
        A REACH-AROUND
        NO LESSER POEM
        WHO WAS THE NEGLECTED SON ?
        SCIENCE OPENS UP
        OLD RIDDLES GONE
        FALSE LEADS GONE
        INSTINCTIVE DETECTIVES
        ON OVERTIME
        SHE IS RENDERED
        IN CRYPTIC TERMS
        *word-play and drugs

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      • multiplemichael

        THE GIRLS OF YESTERDAY
        BLISTERING WARTS ON THEIR REARS
        THEY CALL YOU, PIN-POP DADDY
        CURIOUS CONJOINING
        CHRISTMAS TINSEL
        FOR PUBIC HAIR
        THE PURITAN BUSH GONE
        THE ORDAINED APPROACH ?
        SUFFICIENT SUBJECT MATTER
        FOR YOUR POETRY
        YOUR FANCY MEAT SANDWICHES
        AFFECTIONS AND 3 MEATS
        ONE NEVER QUESTIONS
        THE INTERIOR WORLD
        OF MEAT
        THE PROFOUNDEST NO DOUBT
        ITS HAPPINESS COMPETES
        WITH HEAVEN

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  5. multiplemichael

    THEY SAY THAT YOU HAVE BEEN HIDING RELIGION
    FROM THE RELIGIOUS EXTREMISTS
    BESIEGED BY DEMONS AND OFFSPRING OF DEMONS
    JOHNNY BOY IN A PRECARIOUS SITUATION
    SPENT ALL THE NICKLES AND DIMES
    DRIVEN PAST INFANTILE ROAD SIGNS
    DRIVEN PAST ADOLESCENT ROAD SIGNS
    THE POETRY NOW RUNAWAY
    UNCHARTED

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  6. multiplemichael

    STRUGGLES WITH SATAN’S LEGIONS
    UNCUT TREES SURROUNDING THE CHURCH
    POETRY WITH NO ROAD SIGNS
    LIFE GOING IN BOTH DIRECTIONS
    YOU CLAIM TO LIVE A CIVILIZED LIFE
    DEAD TRANSCENDENTALISTS
    IN YOUR FRONT YARD
    FIRST YOU WERE INSULATED
    NOW SO STRIPPED DOWN
    CORRODED MARKS ON THE BED LINEN

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    • multiplemichael

      FROM A FAKED CRUCIFIXION
      TO CORRODED SEMEN STAINS
      ON A MOTEL BEDSPREAD
      SOMETIME LATE AT NIGHT
      SERAPHI MARCHED BY
      MONGREL DOGS BARKED
      FROM A SAFE DISTANCE
      *the revels of de’ lunatics
      NO AMOUNT OF MONEY
      COULD DESTROY
      WHAT
      SELF-DESTRUCTION
      COULD OFFER
      ——————————————————-
      ——————————————————-
      —————————THE WILDEST AND
      LEAST FREQUENTED REGION OF
      YOUR BODY
      *overhung with mossy ruin
      *aged vine

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      • eatmorewords

        woke up in a hotel room three days after the crucifixion – semen stained sheets cleaned by grazed kneed maids – drool dangling down chins in a hallway full of dogs
        rabid
        foaming eddies swirled inside my stomach
        – her body is just a vessel
        – you are just meat
        & these are words

        – jackie o lived in different times, taboos smashed in a second – I have seen the secret footage

        people told me you said you wouldn’t but you did
        – you
        did

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      • multiplemichael

        THE LAWYER THINKS YOUR EMOTION EXCEEDS
        ITS CAUSE—THREE DAYS LATER
        SAILORS SEAWARD YEARNING
        LONG GONE
        THE BOAT AND THE THERMOS BOTTLE
        B&W PHOTOS OF THE UNNAMEABLE
        CLOSE-UPS OF PHYSICAL INTIMACY
        THE BREASTS OF EUROPE
        THE CESSPOOL OF MEXICO CITY
        15 MINUTES OF TUGGING HAND

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      • multiplemichael

        THE GUYS AT THE POOL HALL
        CALL IT “CARPET MUNCHING”
        BACK IN THE OLD DAYS
        IT WAS CALLED “EATING THE QUILT”
        —————————————————–
        MULTIPLE TIMES
        YOU CALLED ME MULTIPLE TIMES
        NERVOUS ABOUT COMMAS
        YOUR SLUMBER HAUNTED
        BY THE GODS OF PUNCTUATION
        *silly boy

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      • eatmorewords

        fish supper
        pillow bitten
        multiple Michael
        a man of many words
        fascination with all things
        haunted and disturbed by insect bites, the inevitable itch, the eggs buried deep, nocturnal sweats, the nervous tic, sweaty teeth, removed from pictures and banned from the pool hall
        – multiple unanswered calls
        a thousand postcards

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    • eatmorewords

      love and war and
      peace and black
      and white and thin lines between this and that
      uncomfortable in your own skin
      -to the tailor who’s hand stray close
      hanging to the left
      – intimate acts by members of professional bodies
      – confusion over who instigated the act
      – the evidence of photos
      the smell on the fingers

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      • multiplemichael

        THE SMELL ON THE FINGERS
        either apple pie or armadillo
        THE REAL MYSTERY
        WAS THE HAND-DRAWN MAP
        FLORIDA
        VICTIM OF HUMOROUS ELBOWINGS
        BLARED SECRETS AND ANXIETIES
        ORPHAN CHILDREN WITH UNUSUAL EYES
        LIKE THEY MAY HAVE HAD A SAMPLING
        OF GOOD OL’ KENTUCKY

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  7. multiplemichael

    today——-a misogynistic note fell from the sky
    puffed up words
    inflated ego
    infected ego
    borderline between neurosis and psychosis
    the accountants scratched their heads
    defeminized male women were dangerous
    monstrous castrated women with cutlery
    pre-symbolic images of broken pencils
    roadblocks with bruised balls
    amateurish poets swallowing pain-killers

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    • eatmorewords

      defeminized women in monster trucks, cruising
      broken nibs of dead pencils
      the scrapheap of wasted ideas pilfered by the jackals
      – the only thing that fell from the sky today was human waste from a jet plane –

      the dangers of air travel

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      • multiplemichael

        THEM HOLY MOTHERS MAKING THE SPANISH
        PREPARE THE NEW EARTH
        DIRTY HEAVEN ALL AROUND US
        I LOOK OUTSIDE THE WINDOW
        SPANISH PEOPLE BUSY WITH THE “CLEANSING”
        DIMENSIONAL COUPLING WITH SMACK
        ON THE EDGES OF DEATH
        HAPPY LORD
        HAPPY AT LAST

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      • multiplemichael

        TRUCKLOADS OF DEFEMINIZED WOMEN DATA
        WHEN ONE SLEEPS WITH A BEARDED WOMAN
        ONE NEVER FORGETS THE VALUE
        OF NO. 1 PERSONALITY
        *the plumbing may be internal
        but the violence is external
        MEET THE OBLIGATIONS
        FULFILL THE NEEDS
        OBSERVABLE 24/7

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      • multiplemichael

        DELUSIONAL CONTENT
        ———————————-STIMULATED
        ———————————-REINFORCED
        UNDRESSING ON TELEVISION
        REMOVING MORE THAN CLOTHES
        SECRETLY TELEVISED FLESH
        PASSIVE RECEPTIVITY
        PERPETUATING

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      • multiplemichael

        THOSE WERE NOT PIMPLES
        —————————————–
        poetic license—produce
        color from your childhood

        persistent resistances to childhood impressions

        future fate buried deep
        you write about creativity on the crawl
        water trickling out of your ear
        the beginning of your intellectual life

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      • eatmorewords

        grinded down like amphetamine teeth – exposed a nerve
        the pain of cold air –
        benzedrine in the system segmented memories of first lines of books and last lines of songs –

        ( on the bus and the lady in front has something laying eggs in her hair)

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      • multiplemichael

        THE THING LAYING EGGS IN HER HAIR
        A DEFENSE OF THE DYING
        AGAINST DEATH
        HER AWAKE HOURS SHAPED BY DEATH
        THE CONSTANT PILLS
        MECHANICAL MANIFESTATIONS
        DREAMS ABOUT CRAWLING FROM THE SEA
        FAMOUS POETRY
        ABOUT TURNING THE BACK
        ABOUT NOT LOOKING BACK

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      • eatmorewords

        old mistresses share tales of athleticism –
        like scientist they measure and quantify
        how do you measure joy?
        how does one gauge hate?

        they dance the dance
        look how close they are

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      • eatmorewords

        large letters that will fizzle and fade – like short lived firework s – radiant for a second

        – sorry
        I was distracted by something over there
        where she passed

        did Noah thank you for rounding up the animals?

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      • multiplemichael

        CRUEL AND LYRICAL AT THE SAME TIME
        WORDS CIRCULATING FROM THE MOUTH
        ACTUALITY IN CONSTANT CHANGE
        PENETRABLE LESS THE LIMITATIONS
        SAY EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING
        YET NEVER SPEAK THE TRUTH

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      • multiplemichael

        FAITHFUL TO NOTHING BUT TURKISH TAR
        the slow ache goes bye-bye
        each tick a blow on the soul
        Satan is not a pushover
        the same situation over and over
        government checks
        and the baby long dead

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  8. multiplemichael

    SMOKE FROM AN ITALIAN CIGARETTE
    A TOBACCO BEYOND PEOPLEHOOD
    BEYOND IDENTIFYING INDIVIDUALS
    THE MOMENT OF INITIATION
    MEANS DIFFERENT THINGS
    TO DIFFERENT PEOPLE
    SPONTANEOUS IMPRISONMENT
    THE BABY BECOMES A PET

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    • multiplemichael

      depersonalized infant right out the window
      I sat on the baby rattle
      feeling like a ghoul
      I put it in my pocket
      large-eyed blonde would start crying
      the whole cinematic experience
      not tonight
      ——————————–
      ——————————–
      ——————————–
      the promise of excitement
      doll-like attendants
      Turkish Tar
      *HELLO FOG

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