November beach

Somewhere, in November
the gray ocean meets the beach.

Longshore drift pulled the shingle to the breakwaters
then,
under the pier and back out to sea.

Again, waves
pulled by lunar cycles she can’t understand.

She tiptoes amongst the pebbles and seaweed
the coral and sea-shells

while the waves washed over her to the distant sound
of a lighthouse bell.

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35 comments

  1. multiplemichael

    SO JACOB CALLED THE PLACE PENIEL
    SAYING,
    “I HAVE SEEN GOD FACE-TO-FACE
    AND YET I STILL WRITE FLARF”
    WRESTLING INSIDE JOHNNY BOY
    WORDS WANTING OUT
    WRESTLING OUTSIDE WITH BROTHER
    FOR PRIORITY IN BIRTH ORDER
    THE HOUSE OF GOD FLOATS OVERHEAD
    NO ONE CAN MEASURE THE SHADOW
    NO ONE CAN MEASURE THE SHADOW
    NO ONE CAN MEASURE THE SHADOW
    *MultipleMichael comments 11/26/2014

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  2. multiplemichael

    —AND YET MY LIFE WAS SPARED—
    SOMEWHERE IN NOVEMBER
    ——–PENIEL————
    LANDSLIDES OF PERSONAL DISTRESS
    GOOD-LOOKING MEN AT THE TURNPIKE REST STOP
    MANLY PARAPHILIA IN THE OPEN AIR
    BAGS AND IRRECONCILABLE DIFFERENCES
    SECRETIONS AND EXPLOSIONS
    IN THE BACK, WARTS AFFIXED LIKE BARNACLES
    I COUNTED SHAME, LONELINESS, AND REJECTION

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  3. multiplemichael

    WALKING ON THE RIM OF A RESERVOIR OF SPECIFIC DESIRES
    SCHOLARLY QUESTIONS ANSWERED IN THE SHADOWS
    OPPORTUNISTIC (POETIC) OFFENDERS
    CAMOUFLAGED……….BUT 100% PALPABLE
    EXPERIMENTAL TREATMENTS WITH RECYCLED TESTICLES
    THE INNER WORKINGS OF POETRY DEVIANTS
    SHAME AND GUILT AND LANGUAGE DETECTIVES
    MEMBERSHIP IN PERCEIVED PLEASURE INDUCED

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    • multiplemichael

      BUILT UP TO A CLIMAX
      PERCEIVED PLEASURE
      TO STAND ALONE
      TO REFUSE THE DEVIL CAKE
      ALL SUBSCRIPTIONS VOID
      CURTAIN TROUSERS THAT ADD ZEST
      RECIPIENTS AND PRESERVERS
      KENTUCKY COUSINS CAUGHT KISSING
      ———-SORRY, NO GRAY OCEAN

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      • eatmorewords

        nearly drowned in a wet dream –
        emission covered sheets –
        a metaphor of a boat on some waves – sirens waving & calling me to a cove –
        to enter the wet darkness –
        covered in the spray of

        salty backwash and poor poetry

        – dotted lines
        demarcation between this and that
        here and there

        under the duvet
        off the radar
        in the comments

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  4. multiplemichael

    AS A POET WHO WRITES HIS DREAMS
    PHYSICAL LOVE FROM A CLASSIFIED PERSONAL AD ?
    ADVERTISE IN THE DREAM WORLD
    INTERESTING PLOT DEVELOPMENT, PLEASE
    JISM BY THE BUCKETS
    COTTAGE CHEESE—LARGE GERMAN COTTAGE CHEESE
    WET SACKS HUNG OUTSIDE
    THE SMELL MAKES CATS CRAZY
    HURT, SADNESS, MISFORTUNE
    ALL PART OF BEING A CAT
    CATS CARRY NO EMBARRASSMENT
    OR 10 CENTS FOR DOSTOEVSKY

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    • multiplemichael

      AS A POET WHO WRITES MY DREAMS
      OR WANTS TO WRITE MY DREAMS
      I AM IN NEED OF CONSTANTLY DIFFERENT SCRIPTS
      CONVERSATIONS NEVER SEEM TO WORK
      REHEARSAL AND PERFORMANCE
      PLEASURE AND THEN SPURT
      JISM ON THE CURTAINS

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    • eatmorewords

      multiple Micheal is a conveyor belt – a mini industry working nonstop constructing words –

      the dead poet
      concertinaed & sweaty
      the bio-degradable words will just disappear
      like the midnight victims of a pogrom

      she came with assembly instructions and after she was built there were spare screws but she seemed to work fine

      a capsule of her words fired into the ether – like a Pharaoh she would be buried with her cats – for 10 days they pissed and shit on her while they suffocated and tried to eat each other

      her bones and words

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  5. multiplemichael

    SPARE SCREWS FROM HER CAPSULE
    TEST PILOTS AND POETS
    EMILY DICKINSON
    HIDDEN FROM THE PUBLIC
    UNEXPLORED RECESSES
    FLESHLESS PELVIS
    SKELETONS AT THE PARTY
    LOVING THAT “BARE” LOOK
    THEY LONG TO SNAP THEIR FINGERS
    JAZZ IN SNAPSHOTS OF FINGER POPS

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    • multiplemichael

      my god man, I give you everything:
      ————————————————–A PIANO IN THE COFFIN
      ————————————————–FLESHLESS PELVIS
      ————————————————–JACK NICHOLSON IN THE MECHANICAL BUFF
      ——————————————————————————————————————–
      INGREDIENTS FOR A QUICK SNACK
      FINGER POPS FROM A SKELETON
      DISCOMFORT
      AT IMMATURE AFFECTION
      SKID MARKS ON THE CARPET
      POSSIBLY FROM A PET
      READERS WHO ARE NO LONGER ADOLESCENTS
      A LOVE SCENE WILLING
      TO GO BEYOND A FINGER
      IN HER POCKET
      LEAVE THE MUSICAL COMEDY
      OUTSIDE THE BEDROOM
      ———–JOHNNY BOY——
      TIME TO EXERCISE THAT IMAGINATION
      TENSION AND TENDERNESS
      *the grocery boy has been ringing your wife

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    • eatmorewords

      the message was never delivered and no reason was given – con artists masquerading as your friends – fake poets buying stanzas online –
      a laureate for the eBay age

      – wikiflarf from the random generator

      sporks and knoons
      mix up at the cutlery desk

      ruddy kneecapped woman,
      a mechanical mannequin with moveable mandibles –
      lock jawed first timers –
      shadowy assailants
      masturbation mercenaries

      sperm doners are paid wankers – fiscal prostitues

      IVE THROWN MILLIONS AWAY I screamed down the phone to no one

      I’ve ruined curtains stained and cut for festive trousers

      my festive baubles shine and twinkle in the twilight

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      • multiplemichael

        ALL PRINTED MATTER: WIKIFLARF
        100% WIKIFLARF
        RED, WHITE, AND BLUE
        TOM WAITS RECOVERING PRE-EXISTING INTENTION
        HIS OWN SYSTEM OF SKILLS AND VALUES
        RAW VOCALS ROOTED IN THE EARS

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      • multiplemichael

        IF ONE IS TO MASTURBATE
        USE A WARM SANDWICH
        THAT WAY NOT TO STAIN THE CURTAINS
        ———————————–
        FESTIVE TROUSERS JOHNNY BOY ?
        I CALLED THE TOBACCONIST
        AND ORDERED ITALIAN CIGARETTES
        DO PEOPLE STILL DRINK STREGA ?
        GENTLE NUDGES AFTER A BOTTLE OR TWO

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      • eatmorewords

        masturbating into a kids nappy leaves the curtains unmolested
        – reduction in laundry bills allows bigger expenditure in the things that matter
        jazz
        drugs
        exotic cutlery
        new words

        the girl with the dragon tattoo and foreskin face

        burns victims need cock

        multiple micheal celebrates Christmas on the beach, beard itching in the sun

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      • eatmorewords

        don’t bother to draw the line –
        I’ll cross it and break the spine of this paperback – I fear rumours of sodomy and ripped trousers,
        of frayed cuffs and scuffed news,
        stained backsides, wet patches round and warm parts, it always comes back to this
        – always back to she

        don’t mentioned Emily her words are burnt – she was to fat to cross the ice –

        who ever invented the wheel never made a penny – died destitute on the street selling shit from a battered leather case he dragged around like an dog –

        a sad sax solo serenade
        the soundtrack of 3am

        mixed feelings about my feelings –

        stay clear of the backdoor – Johnny Cash ring of fire for the anally fixated – poop and piss

        c’mon
        We all do it

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      • multiplemichael

        MIXED FEELINGS ABOUT A SCRATCH PAD
        WITH EVIDENCE
        THE DETECTIVES ARE SEARCHING
        YOU THROW OUT INFORMATION
        LIKE MEXICAN FOOD
        AND A BURNING RING OF FIRE
        AND A FEAR OF SODOMY
        J. CASH HAS NO BODY TO BALANCE
        E. DICKINSON HAS NO BODY TO BALANCE
        AND YET, YOU WITH YOUR ORNATE BODY
        STANDING ON THE STREET CORNER
        ARTICULATING THE TRUTH
        NARRATOR POETRY SUPREME
        A STRING OF WORDS
        PULLED FROM NORMAN
        OR SOMEONE LIKE NORMAN
        THE DEEPER THEY ARE PULLED
        THE MORE AWAKE AT NIGHT
        YOU BECOME
        87 POUNDS OF CANDLE WAX
        MELTED ON THE TABLE
        THE OLD LADY WAS PLENTY UPSET
        SHE CAN’T SPELL THE WORD
        THAT SHE FEARS THAT YOU’VE BECOME

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      • eatmorewords

        scars as badges
        as souvenirs to date set time and place,
        emotional machines with the ability to shut themselves down – in idle hours
        with idle hands she colours the scars and makes tributaries all along her arms –

        strange to think of her at the opposite end of a telescope
        all tiny and upside down

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  6. multiplemichael

    TIGHTLY PLOTTED
    ALL TINY AND UPSIDE DOWN
    IS THE START OF MY FAVORITE PORNO MOVIE
    IS THE START OF MY BIRTHDAY GIFT
    ———-MY GOD, YOU MENTION IDLE HANDS
    ARE YOU NOT TAKING THE RIGHT MEDICATION ?
    I AM TYPING WITH BOTH HANDS
    GOING OFF ON APPARENT DIGRESSIONS
    I CARE NOT ABOUT BEING SAFE IN THE COOKIE JAR

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    • multiplemichael

      IF YOU ARE HAVING TROUBLE READING THIS
      IT MAY BE WRITTEN IN NORWEGIAN
      THE LADY OF THE HOUSE
      HAS BECOME INCREASINGLY DESPONDENT
      LEAVING BODILY FLUIDS
      AND COTTAGE CHEESE
      ON THE TOILET SEAT
      MY BIGGEST FEAR
      IS THAT SHE IS USING
      MY TOOTHBRUSH

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      • eatmorewords

        my hands have been idle ever since I lost them on the Leviathan assembly line
        the surgeon was unable to reattach them –
        they are in jars of formaldehyde – floating
        I can still feel them
        phantom limbs
        tingling – I swear I can see them twitch –

        my hands are idle

        I still write

        like a feeding bird
        I nod back and forward –
        pecking the letters with my nose

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      • eatmorewords

        at night she sends me pictures of herself using your toothbrush – inserted in dark caverns –
        brushing meat from between molars
        – scrubbing filthy gaps
        – she brushes but can’t get it clean

        the dirty little spot

        fluent in Norwegian just from watching documentaries on fjords – but what language does she think in?

        ——————————————

        ***Norway has more tunnels than another country in the world she told me once

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      • multiplemichael

        SOMEONE SAID THAT THERE WAS A CONTAGION ON THE BATHROOM SINK
        AND I GOT NERVOUS—THINKING ABOUT CONCLUSIONS AND THE GRAVE
        THE HUNGRY MOUTH OF ETERNITY—OR 5 MINUTES OF DOWNTIME
        MOTORCYCLE GUYS WERE SELLING METH AT THE COFFEE SHOP
        IT WAS KNOWN TO TRANSMIT LONELINESS
        AN ALICE WALKER BONE IN THE MIX
        POETRY-BASED METH IN FORKS WASHINGTON
        BROUGHT DOWN FROM NEAH BAY

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    • eatmorewords

      all the comments are attempts to expound the myth of she
      – numbers and letters
      cigarettes and equations –
      – frozen meat de-thawing
      -hooks in carcasses

      a new muse was discovered
      stumbled upon
      found

      the old muse was unchained from the radiator bruised wrists and writers cramp

      BE FREE NOW

      the first lung full of fresh air
      the bends
      a new beginning as she runs barefoot into the faceless arms of dime store saviour

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      • multiplemichael

        BIKERS GOING SOUTH FROM NEAH BAY
        FRESH ALICE WALKER BONE METH
        SELLING AT THE COFFEE SHOP
        AT OUTFITTERS
        IN FORKS WASHINGTON
        BABY SKULLS ON GOLD CHAINS
        YEARS OF ISOLATION AND LONELINESS
        THE GIRL BEHIND THE COUNTER
        WITH LOTS OF INK
        I WANTED TO CHEW ON HER HAIR
        AND SMELL HER SPIDER

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      • multiplemichael

        NEGROES FROM THE COTTON FIELDS
        PLUCKING GUITARS WITH TWO STRINGS
        A THOUSAND TIMES GOD CALLED FROM THE CLOUDS
        “KILL THE MUSICIANS—NOT THE GERMANS”
        LONGHAIRED BUGS FROM ENGLAND
        TOO MUCH TOO SOON
        WITH DRUGS FROM SATANIC LEAKS
        AND DOGGY SEX UNCUT
        CHILDREN FROM SOUTHERN INDIANA
        AND KENTUCKY PROPER
        COULD NO LONGER BE COMFORTABLE
        WITH BIBLICAL TRUTHS
        DRINKING BLEACH
        AND HANDLING SNAKES
        AND THROWING BABIES
        OUT SPEEDING CARS
        METH FROM MEXICO
        AND IMPROVISATORY REALITY
        EVEN DEATH WAS NO LONGER FINAL

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      • eatmorewords

        two string cotton field guitars would ruin my hands – I couldn’t afford splinters – it was in my contract –

        the comparison of clouds and cotton and
        angry ants scream “kill the poets
        kill the musicians
        kidnap the mothers
        bury everyone in shallow graves”
        no markers except for the memory of the gravediggers

        – your share of Satanic medicine is quartered and wrapped

        last night was the closet to her kingdom you ever come

        ———

        do dogs dream about having human sex?

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      • multiplemichael

        ———–the closest to her kingdom I ever come—–
        IT WASN’T LAST NIGHT OR THE NIGHT BEFORE
        BUT LONG, LONG AGO
        SHE COUGHED AS I WAS PUTTING IT IN
        AND IT WENT TO MEXICO
        A TREMENDOUS LIFE-CHANGING MOMENT
        A MYSTERIOUS BEND AND ODD TIGHTNESS
        OLD BLOWING-HOLE WAS SILENT

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      • eatmorewords

        it arrived under cover
        like a blindfolded kidnap victim shipped across the border
        Mexico bound –
        postcards will be sent disseminating information

        postcards are just fingerprints and DNA – l

        I heard rumours that 80% of Americans are obese and can’t touch their knees –

        life changing moments in split seconds not tonight or the night before

        the freedom of jazz the methodology of scale

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      • multiplemichael

        RELUCTANCE TO FACE UP
        ——–punishment comes in spades
        LONG-DELAYED CONFRONTATION
        WITH FEELINGS AND FEARS
        NOT MOTEL RIGHT AND WRONG
        NOT BIBLE BOOGEYMAN
        REALITY IS NOT CARDBOARD
        COWBOYS RIDE REAL HORSES
        THANK GOD FOR HANDGUNS
        AND CONVERSATIONAL POETRY

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      • multiplemichael

        DOMINATED BY THE THEME OF ENDLESS RAIN AND MUD
        BEFORE “TWILIGHT”, FORKS WAS A PRIMITIVE COMMUNITY
        YOU COULD PURCHASE RAW MEAT ON THE STREET
        LOCAL FISH AT THE MARKET NOT THAT VIETNAM CARP
        THE SCHOOL WAS USED TO STORE ROAD SIGNS
        NOW AT OUTFITTERS ON THE MAIN ROUTE
        ONE CAN BUY LARGE PRINT, “ON THE ORIGIN OF SPECIES”
        AND EXPENSIVE HANGING BASKETS OF FLOWERS

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      • eatmorewords

        after the accident we had to re-learn everything –
        rebuild from the bottom up –
        babies in the bodies of men – dribbling drooling looking for the breast –
        baby steps and eerghhs and gurghshs and gagagaas

        on all fours
        like beasts of burden carrying Biblical guilt

        in dark town they are selling counterfeit copies of Das Kapital
        a page at a time
        page 236 is a must have

        she asked me to be her friend on Facebook

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      • multiplemichael

        I KNOW YOU SAID THAT I WAS CRAZY
        BUT I SWEAR I COULD SMELL
        ROAST BEEF ON THE BACKSIDE
        OF HER PANTIES
        A HYMN-OF-A-SMELL
        WALKING HUMAN SORROWS
        IN NEW SHOES
        THE NEW YOU WITH ENTHUSIASM
        FOR SCIENTIFIC THOUGHT
        LEGS IN THE AIR
        KIND OF THOUGHTS
        DANGEROUSLY
        OUT OF HAND
        THE NEW YOU

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  7. multiplemichael

    THE CONSTERNATION OF ROAST BEEF EATERS
    BEING SERIOUSLY INVOLVED WITH A WOMAN
    WHOSE UNDERWEAR REEKS OF ROAST BEEF
    STRUCK REASONABLE READERS AS IRRATIONAL
    ::::WANTED:::: DECENTLY EXPLAINABLE DETAIL

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