polished turd

the new year
will stick like shit in the grips of
your shoes.

It is here

the emperors new clothes,
this polished turd.

And what will it bring…
A map?
A skeleton key?
World War 3?

Will you find a clue in a
fortune cookie?

The thaw will come
and then it will look like the whole
world is weeping.

Bins overflow with cans and cardboard.

The cold pavements look like platinum.

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62 comments

  1. multiplemichael

    OMG, ARE YOU LIKE THE MICHAEL JORDAN OF SCATOLOGICAL POETRY ?
    HERCULES WAS TASKED WITH CLEANING THE AUGEAN STABLES
    WHAT WILL JOHNNY BOY PULL OUT OF HIS HAT ?
    POOP-GRADE DATA FOLLOWS YOU HOME
    WILLINGNESS TO COLLABORATE
    CONSTANT GREEN LIGHTS
    FIVE WORDS OR LESS
    EMILY DICKINSON

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    • multiplemichael

      BLACKLISTED INTELLECTUALS
      PRONOUNCED MOTEL RELIGION
      ZINOVIEV AND KAMENEV DEAD
      WORDPRESS CENSORSHIP WIDESPREAD
      WATCHDOGS AND DETECTIVES
      ORDINARY AGENTS AND SPECIAL AGENTS
      THEY PUT YOU IN JAIL
      IF YOU DENY THE HOLOCAUST

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      • multiplemichael

        EACH LETTER OF OUR THOUGHTS IS INTACT
        —————————————————————–
        YOUR LIFE—-MY LIFE
        PREFERABLE TO NO LIFE
        I VISITED THE NEW YOU
        WHERE YOU ONCE WORKED
        WE HAD HERBAL TEA
        AND DARK ITALIAN CIGARETTES
        THE NEW YOU SPEAKS THE MODERN TONGUE
        HE TOLD ME SEVERAL TIMES THAT I WAS SAFE

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    • eatmorewords

      the cold gravediggers break shovels in unforgiving earth – the corpses don’t care they don’t mind the cold – the smell of funeral death and fresh flowers in cold air and new dawns –

      if you squint hard enough they say you can see the soul leave the body

      the words arrived as normal
      no delays due to new year rushes – the new me
      new glasses and a longer beard – the meth heads of Florida and the devil folk of Kentucky

      nothing
      no rabbits from my hat

      we push each other on

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      • multiplemichael

        LIFE IS JUST TELEVISION
        YOU’VE SAID THAT A THOUSAND TIMES
        MALE ADOLESCENTS AND THEIR TASTES
        NO MARY TYLER MOORE IN THEIR PANTS
        LIFE WITHOUT RISK
        EVEN THE SLIGHTEST DISCOMFORT
        HUFFING AND PUFFING INTERCOURSE
        WORKING TOWARDS RECOGNITION

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      • multiplemichael

        THEY FOUND YOU UNDER AN AVALANCE OF BOOKS
        MARRIED—ATLEAST PLAYING HOUSE
        KEEPING HOUSE
        OTHER POETS TRIED TO TRANSLATE
        YOUR EDITIONS
        PHYSICIANS SODOMIZED THE WORDS
        PASSIONS AS DOMESTIC DUTIES
        LOW LEVEL EXPECTATIONS

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      • eatmorewords

        under your bed the police found maps of leviathan
        designs for hybrid cutlery
        pictures with no eyes
        unreturned library books(fines totalling thousands)
        all covered in dust

        then police up went on for miles

        handcuffed in servitude

        it wasn’t what you expected

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      • eatmorewords

        footprints from Eden just suddenly ended
        abduction from the sky?
        no signs of God or spontaneous combustion – no tangible truth –
        -at best we a settle on your third guess

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      • multiplemichael

        YOU SHOULD HOUSE THE INHABITANTS
        THAT ESCAPED EDEN
        EXPENDITURE WITHOUT LIMIT
        EACH DAY AN IRREPARABLE DISASTER
        OH GOD, HOW COSTLY IN THE END
        *your pig of nostalgia can never poop enough coins

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      • eatmorewords

        they tried round up the escapees
        chased them through fields and cities, across rivers and barren lands
        how much space between the seconds?
        heavy breathing
        fear of capture drives some one
        -reluctant nostalgia at a time never forgotten
        – no chance to cash in
        so you throw the coins away
        – trinkets with germs

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      • multiplemichael

        TALK OF TOSSING
        THE COINS AWAY
        WILL DRAW SATAN
        WANTONLY VIOLATING COPYRIGHT
        MAY WAKEN THE GROWN-UPS
        TO FIND YOURSELF
        ENTIRELY COVERED
        IN INVISIBLE FAME
        SHAG TOBACCO
        BLACK PIPE
        TRYING TO RETAKE
        THE PAST

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    • eatmorewords

      MM the MJ of scatological poetry – full field press – 27 letters –
      throwing brown balls at the hoops –
      red square on the back board –
      it gives you something to aim for –
      a lighthouse in the dark
      the honeymoon grapple
      shooting fish in a barrel
      the hair on the triangle

      spectators at court side – Jack Nicholson and a shit eating grin –
      the 9ft point guard with feet longer than the alphabet –
      Emily always liked a man with big feet –

      cowboys don’t exist on this island no need for biblical bogeymen –
      just bank robbers and child molesters

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      • multiplemichael

        GONE BACK TO MY HOMETOWN IN INDIANA
        THE HOUSE AND THE CHURCH ARE STILL THERE
        THE TREES HAVE GONE GRAY AND BALD
        I SEARCHED BUT COULD NOT FIND A SINGLE WHITE
        SPANISH PEOPLE HAVE MOVED INTO THE ARENA
        THEY ARE BUSY DROPPING BABIES
        AND WORKING AT THE FURNITURE FACTORY

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      • eatmorewords

        the coffee girl emerged from a fog of steam
        amongst beans
        awkward as she passes change and touches skin – drinks in skyscraper sized cups – status symbol beverages for the lonely – she thought a script writer was following her around – taking notes

        I had a loyalty card for her

        a charity box on the country “REBUILT LEVIATHAN”

        people has fractions
        not quite whole
        pieces of people fitting each other

        ( jigsaws a funny word )

        expensive flower baskets hang from the rafters

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      • multiplemichael

        the script writer may have been the new you
        IF ONE LOSES CONTROL
        THEN PROSE TAKES OVER
        CADENCES AND RHYTHMS
        PROSE IN MASQUERADE
        POLISHED TURDS GALORE
        MULTIPLE MEANINGS
        MULTIPLE MICHAELS
        THE GIRL AT THE COFFEE COUNTER
        HAD COMPOSED A FEW POEMS
        ABOUT BENZEDRINE
        AND MOTORCYCLE ANGELS
        CEASELESS TOIL FOR PLEASURE
        WAYWARD AND MORE WAYWARD
        WILL SHE STUDY YOUR HANDS ?
        THE WAX FROM OLD CANDLES ?
        AS A PILGRIM, YOU SHOULD CONFESS

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      • eatmorewords

        coffee shop girl writes the menus in meter –
        tapping her foot as pipes steam
        as the angels arrive on motorcycles –
        angels with initiation ceremonies behind closed doors –
        membership cards and benzedrine pupils
        dilated pin pricks
        nosebleeds and hangnails

        the after hour activities of the forks coffee girl

        pictures of Emily and dirty spoons
        stained brown

        I always give her a tip
        coins in a cup

        collaboration and mutual aid

        **she told me that she didn’t like men with long nails and no interest in music

        ***if I had dug up my granddad and told him about all of this he would have died from shock

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      • multiplemichael

        ===============pictures of Emily===========
        driving for hours
        thinking about the past
        and lovers long gone
        bohemian women
        with habits
        bohemian women
        with tails
        the transparency of relationships
        young women with beautiful breasts
        older ladies with inner-tubes
        throwing rocks at Catholics
        taking Jesus from the cross
        I had no idea
        he was middleclass
        endless nights in motels
        years free of employment
        wealth rewards youth
        doing everything possible
        to not touch the ground
        we bought our stuff on a boat
        big bags
        we purchased in bulk
        never completely out

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      • multiplemichael

        LIFE WAS FULL OF UNDERCOVER AGENTS
        MEN AND WOMEN
        BIG DONGS
        LITTLE DONGS
        WOMEN WITH BIG APPETITES
        WOMEN PROTECTED BY ARMOR
        LIKE A SOFT-SKIN ARMADILLO
        WOMEN WHO DRANK STRAIGHT FROM THE BOTTLE
        CRYING SCENES AND TRIPS TO THE HOSPITAL
        ALL THE JOURNALS AND FILES AND CODE NAMES
        *swiftly discarded and swiftly replaced

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      • multiplemichael

        WORST-CASE SCENARIO
        JOAN ON THE MEND
        TRAGIC RISKS
        HUMOR FROM THE GRAVE
        GLUE THAT WILL HOLD
        SEX IN SPREES
        DRIVING OUT OF CONTROL
        SEX IN TREES
        HUNGRY BEARS FROM ALASKA
        INDISCRETIONS
        EASY TO GET DISTRACTED
        SKIP WORK AND SMOKE A ROCK
        SUICIDAL SEX WITH A TEDDY BEAR
        ERASING WORDS DIRECTLY FROM WILLIAM BLAKE
        PERSONALITY TRANSPLANTS WITH A HANDGUN
        BULLETS RUBBED CLEAN
        ABNORMAL PERSONALITY TRAITS
        TAKING PILLS TO STAY IN THE MIDDLE
        NEAR THE AVERAGE JOHNNY BOY
        TAKING PILLS TO STAY IN MY LANE
        *on the ride home—taking pills for thrills

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      • eatmorewords

        at the seance they tried to connect with Joan – illegible writing and a deaf ear caused confusion –
        at midnight they summonsed the soul of Noam Quivers –
        refunds were demanded at the exit

        ——————————————

        **a mysterious voice emerged from the ether (where else would it emerge from?)
        -flowers wilted and died, animals howled,
        the circle of interlinked hands was ripped asunder,
        broken,
        fine bone China cups fell and smashed,
        the candles extinguished by sudden gusts

        eager talk of Joan quashed under the weight of the strange timbre of NOAM

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      • multiplemichael

        AFTER THE SOUND OF A HYENA LAUGH
        NO ONE WOULD USE THE FRONT DOOR
        AS IF SOMETHING COULD SMELL THEIR BLOOD
        THE FAMILY WASHED WITH LEMON JUICE
        IT WAS THE SWEETNESS OF THEIR BLOOD
        THE ENTIRE FUTURE WAS AHEAD OF THEM
        *there were some snags with the fires of menstruation

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      • multiplemichael

        OH BABY, BORDERLINE MENTAL ILLNESS
        I LET ERNST KRETSCHMER SPEND THE NIGHT
        WE COLORED IN HIS COLORING BOOK
        HE FAVORED SPRING HIGHLIGHTS
        I ENTERTAINED DARK BROWNS
        LOTS OF MEDICATION
        TO SURVIVE
        A PROPHET IN A NEST OF TRICKSTERS
        ERNST WAS A BLAST ON METH
        HE SAID THAT I WAS A CRIMINAL
        I LOOKED OUT THE WINDOW
        AT ALL THE GOVERNMENT AGENTS
        I MUST BE A CRIMINAL

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      • eatmorewords

        taking pills to keep afloat as all things up front converge – head is filled with concrete –
        get out of the bath with a dirty face
        – a mood board all black
        – building a case, the detectives fabricate and coerce
        – she seeks solace in Switzerland – fake passport
        fake passport
        fake paperwork with a new name but still the personality of a tree

        she kept dropping peanuts and was shocked when an elephant showed up at her door

        old time religion given to the peasant as a weekend treat

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      • multiplemichael

        CUT THE CORD WITH AN AXE
        CUT THE UMBILICAL CORD WITH ONE BLOW
        A CLIMACTIC END TO A LONG STRETCH OF TIME
        DREAMS ABOUT THE CHILD BEING A MUTILATED CHRIST
        BIRTHDAY GIFTS WITH MALLETS AND CRUDE NAILS
        A LIFE OF INTOLERABLE RELATIONSHIPS
        ANONYMOUS SUCKS IN PARKING LOTS
        PAINFUL BANGINGS IN MOTELS
        BEING A LIVING CORPSE

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      • eatmorewords

        mechanical decision made automatically – non sentient metal arms push and pull –

        (reconsider the decision)

        assembly line conveyor belt –
        relegated below the plimsole line – crashing waves at the edges spill onto shore absorbed by sand

        she liked the explosion – that moment when things happened –
        not just a small leak,
        dribbling out,
        over the edge,

        I have stood at the edges of four continents

        dogs got a bone

        eyes, reptilian, spinning in sockets , can see round corners

        ——————————————

        the beginning of the records when the needle dropped in told us that we floating in space

        ——————————————

        this is following nothing

        ——-

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      • multiplemichael

        WORKADAY WORLD—BUTTOCKS ABOVE DE’ SHOULDERS
        EMBARRASSMENT IN THE DECLINING DAYS
        BRIEF, HUMOROUS POOPS
        IN THE CAR
        MIND YOU NO ONE ELSE LAUGHS
        FIERCE OUTCRIES
        PERHAPS NOSELESS
        AND EYE-EATEN
        CHAPS
        LIGHT UP ANOTHER WINSTON
        A PERFECT CIGARETTE FOR FALLING OUT OF LOVE

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      • multiplemichael

        POLISHED TURD IN A BATHING SUIT
        RECLINING ON A SOFA
        VISIBLE HAIR
        BUOYANT AREAS
        ———–POETRY————
        PSEUDO-BABY BABBLE
        SPOKEN WORDS SOUND WRONG
        “OMG, WHERE ARE YOU FROM ?”
        *she said that her body did all the talking
        *impoverished for intellectual exchange

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      • eatmorewords

        visible hair removed by pulling at the root
        available hair on line
        human wigs
        spoken words hang in the air I have seen people trying to grab them
        & locked up in storage unit for future use

        never seen a bald animal
        never seen a bald Rastafarian

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      • eatmorewords

        never a manual on how to restore hair, a plot with a gaping hole, a bald head shine like a halo –
        stuck in the bath until you shrunk – pictorial representation of pivotal moments
        a slide show of memories

        NAScars still go round in circles

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      • multiplemichael

        THAT STRANGE BATHING SUIT
        SUCCESSFULLY MANIPULATING
        EVERYONE AROUND
        MAKING DUMB PEOPLE SMART
        BARELY LITERATE PEOPLE PHYSICAL
        POETS WHO TOY WITH LANGUAGE
        ——OFTEN LEAVE——
        PAINTER PALETTES IN THE TRASH

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      • multiplemichael

        THE IVORY-MERCHANT FORSTER ADAPTATIONS
        OF JOHNNY BOY AND HIS DAILY LIFE
        ——A VOYEUR OF COMMENTS
        TRYING TO GAUGE THE FLARF
        TRYING TO PHOTOGRAPH HISTORY
        WORDS MISUNDERSTOOD
        OMINOUS CLOSE-UPS

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      • eatmorewords

        close ups so close you see pot holes in the skin and through them to the bone –
        adaptations of books
        turned into films and computer games – a scripted daily life of car crashes and queuing –

        hanging around corners
        hanging around below the radar

        what do you do when you’re not in the photograph?

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      • multiplemichael

        OZZIE AND HARRIET IN THE SHOWER
        WITH EXTREME STEAM
        THE CAMERAS ARE TURNED OFF
        ROMANTIC FANTASIES
        FREUDIAN FURY
        step outside the photograph
        THE FEAR
        OF BEING DISCOVERED
        IN ONE’S DECEPTION AND PERVERSION
        *born without childhood
        raised outside parenthood
        jaded tastes/narcotics
        poetry and death

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      • eatmorewords

        the woman with fork fingers makes the ideal dinner date
        but disillusioned about use and function

        the fork in the road leads three different ways

        a the plague town on the horizon, bring out the dead bell ringers burn themselves clean

        resignation notice written twice and never sent

        beer can philosophy for the filmmakers

        Ozzie and Harriet aren’t known across the sea – just two names amongst a dictionary of thousands

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      • multiplemichael

        THE WOMAN WITH FORK FINGERS
        ——————OR————————
        A WOMAN WITH FORK FINGERS
        one has retired permanently
        the rest are available for cash
        AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL SNACKS
        WHORES, MADMEN, AND SPINSTERS
        CROWDED IN THE POOL HALL BACKROOM
        INARTICULATE SPEAR CARRIERS
        CHEAP WHISKEY BRETHREN

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    • multiplemichael

      EACH DAY IS DIFFERENT
      EACH DAY IS THE SAME
      ARE THERE GROUND RULES ON SMELLS ?
      ACOUSTICS FIRST
      SPLENDID SOUND-BOX
      I MIGHT ADD
      GENDER ANTAGONISM
      ESTRANGEMENT
      ARBITRARINESS
      AND THEN AN ANGEL LEAKS ARITHMETIC
      AND TIME RETURNS UPON ITSELF
      *I have witnessed rage for angelic arithmetic

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      • eatmorewords

        poor old Emily
        when she asked where do babies come from
        she was shown a picture of Leviathan

        none of that honeymoon tango
        forget the sweat & reverie

        babies made like cutlery

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      • multiplemichael

        HAIR-SPLITTING COMMENTARY ON LEVIATHAN
        LINGUISTIC FIREWORKS FROM THE BACKDOOR
        IMITATING THE SOUNDS FROM HEAVEN
        THE MAKING OF THE SPOONS AND THE FORKS
        POETS WITH PARACHUTES
        EMBARRASSING BROWN STAINS
        IRRITATION AND A MILD RASH
        CLICHES OF EVERYDAY LANGUAGE
        WE LIVE IN THEATER, IN CONSTANT CONFLICT
        *poetry in a chaotic jumble of words

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      • eatmorewords

        poets in space
        zero gravity and a cargo of heavy words – poet club –
        underground meetings and the exchange of harsh words –

        (. the first rule of POETS CLUB is. )

        – membership in the post
        – a badge and a handshake
        – monthly newsletter

        the heavier elements weigh us down

        a poem a day keeps
        on the rock
        floating to the limits before jettisoning from the fuselage

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      • multiplemichael

        BABIES MADE LIKE CUTLERY
        MOTHERS ASKED TO PARTICIPATE
        IN THEIR OWN VIOLATION
        “CHILDREN OF THE BIBLE”
        FLESH-LOATHING WOMEN
        HIDING FROM NOAH
        “PLEASE LORD,
        PROTECT OUR
        WICKED WRINKLE”
        THERE BE NO APPLAUSE
        ON THE ARK

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      • multiplemichael

        AND THEN AN ANGEL LEAKS ARITHMETIC
        AND TIME RETURNS UPON ITSELF
        PECULIAR TURDS
        COMMUNICATING WITH LOGS
        PHILOSOPHICAL POOP
        AN ASSORTMENT—SO TO SPEAK
        A DISTANT COUSIN
        FAMILY TRIBULATIONS IN A CIRCLE
        YOUR BROTHER GOT STUCK
        HOLDING THE BAG

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  2. multiplemichael

    POLISHED TURDS WITH SILVER LININGS
    FUNDAMENTAL INGREDIENTS
    IN JOHNNY BOY POETRY
    COUNTRY POETS CRACK CORN
    HACKED-OUT ARRANGEMENTS
    IMITATION FLARF ?
    WET BLANKETS
    PEOPLE ON FIRE
    ROCKING EUROPE
    STRANGE HEART BEATING
    BRUTE BLOOD-SHUDDERING LOINS
    COMMON DENOMINATOR LINKING BEINGS

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  3. multiplemichael

    BELOW THE DECK
    WITH THE SAILORS
    EVERYTHING WAS POISONED
    ——————————————-
    THE LANGUAGE BLACK
    the language black with poison
    LEISURE GRAVITATES
    SUBTLE PLEASURES WITHOUT POISON
    CUMULATIVE PLEASURES
    SOME SOAKED THROUGH BREAD

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      • multiplemichael

        THE POLICE KNOCK AT THE DOOR
        ————–SUDDENLY——————-
        YOU BECOME AWARE OF THE BIND
        OF YOUR IDENTITY
        A SKINLESS SELF
        IT IS EASY TO SEE YOUR NAKEDNESS
        THE POLICE ASK
        IF YOU ARE THE GENERIC MAN
        YOU TRY NOT TO LOOK
        AT THE EXPLICIT DRAWINGS

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      • eatmorewords

        at the line up the police couldn’t find 15 generic men – all shapes and sizes – all manner of oddities and hair
        long and short and feet in trainers and shoes – and could they point the finger at you?

        – and before that,
        when they knocked a flurry of activity to hide the items (words swallowed, cutlery thrown out of the window etc etc) –

        you let them in and offered them tea

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      • multiplemichael

        AT THE LINE-UP
        THE POLICE RETRIEVED VARIOUS
        UNCOMMON WORDS
        WHETHER OR NOT THE ANATOMY WAS CORRECT
        TAX BOUGHT GRAMMATICAL MACHINERY
        POETRY LISTED UNDER “SWEET PETUNIA”
        POETS WITH PIXIELIKE FACES
        POETS WHO QUESTION
        IF THE POPE
        IS A BACHELOR

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  4. multiplemichael

    ONE LINE AT THE POLICE STATION
    ——–IMPOTENCE
    ANOTHER LINE
    ——–POVERTY
    MEN OF UNKNOWN BIRTH
    BIBLE MEN WITH WINGS
    FAIRY-TALE MONKEY MEN
    WITH LAYERS OF PROTECTIVE SKIN
    MASTURBATORY LAYERS
    PRAYER-BOOK RUB-OFF
    FORESKIN IN THE WORST OF WAYS

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    • eatmorewords

      how could you have caught me reading polo-neck poetry?
      – it was in a dark room and I was wearing black, daddio.
      – dark poetry in black rooms
      black poetry in dark rooms –
      – everything is important

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