thin as cigarette paper

the spreadsheets were a microcosm
of his collapsing psyche –
columns do not add up –
exploding pie charts echoed growing distress and uncertainty –

inside a glass building magnifying lukewarm rays of a late winter sun, the outside seemed to fade –
a half rubbed out sketch,
incomplete and far from perfect

Lowryesque figures,
thin as cigarette paper & in the distant flaked past

in the periphery of his vision he saw the bombs drop in a Möbius strip of film
he saw the city, a rubble of twisted metal – bent like crushed spines,
buildings that stood firm now collapsed like dominoes –
felled by chemistry and velocity – bridges collapse
damming rivers below –

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  1. multiplemichael

    ————–HALF RUBBED OUT————
    RETROACTIVELY REDUCED TO RUBBLE
    IN THE HAND FOR A LONG TIME
    THINKING ABOUT THE CIRCULAR ROOM
    FULL OF KENTUCKY BASED MEAT
    CATCHING A GLIMPSE OF GOD
    A SINGLE BOMB FROM LOUISVILLE

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    • multiplemichael

      NO MATTER HOW BRILLIANT YOUR MIND MAY BE
      IF YOU TYPE THE WORD “BOMB”
      HOMELAND SECURITY
      INVESTIGATES
      HUMAN SCHEMES ROLLED IN THIN PAPERS
      COSMOGONIC BOOM-BOOM
      “ARE YOU TOUCHING MY TONGUE ?”
      GOOGLE THAT HOMELAND SECURITY
      TRANSCEND THE HUMAN CONDITION
      ERASE THE BOOK OF DEEDS
      CHANGE WHERE DAVID B IS SEATED
      NO LONGER NEXT TO ELTON JOHN
      MAKE HIM HEBREW
      AND PUT HIM TO BED
      IN TEL-AVIV

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    • multiplemichael

      THE ROLE OF MARTYRED POET
      POEMS ABOUT KENTUCKY BASED MEAT
      FACELESS FRESH FLESH
      CONFUSION ABOUT CANNIBALISM
      MAD COW DISEASE AND RELIGION
      PAYING NAKED AFRICANS TO DANCE
      THE SUFFOCATION OF CELIBACY
      SEXUAL NEEDS AND IDENTITY
      THE BLUE BLACK BULLS
      OF THE MAGICIAN
      ALEISTER CROWLEY
      *unconscious material released

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      • eatmorewords

        sniff the pocket
        detective dogs under instructions
        noses in holes
        tail wagging slapping against a left leg
        – on the ark they sanded away evidence and clues – bodies wrapped up in sails
        – stored in buckets of salt

        – a warehouse of fake vaginas next to a warehouse of batteries –
        the best plans of the logistics men – diagrams and instructions abandoned for trial and error exploits –

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    • multiplemichael

      LUKEWARM EYES ON A WINTER EVENING
      THOUGHTS THAT BECOME A PART OF THE OUTSIDE WORLD
      THOUGHTS THAT POP OUT OF NOWHERE
      UNYIELDING FRIGHT OF THE TORAH
      LIKE A ROPE BURN FROM HELL
      WELL-DEFINED GUILT RATHER THAN GIFTS
      ON YOUR BIRTHDAY PROPER
      PROPORTIONATE PUNISHMENT
      NORMAN’S MOTHER WAS THE QUEEN

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      • multiplemichael

        EGOCENTRIC SECLUSION
        ALIENATION FROM CROWDS
        A QUIET SIDE STREET IN YOUR MIND
        YOUR INNER DESIRE
        TO RUB YOUR STICK
        IN A HUMAN THROAT
        HISTORICAL LENGTHS OF TIME
        TILL EVERYTHING PASSES
        *till twelve tablets are carried down and posted

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      • eatmorewords

        lived in a town spelt with with no vowels – tin food stored in all cupboards –
        waiting on something to change
        the end of time or just the seasons of naked trees to emerge with whipping winds growling like Tom Waits –
        the flarf man burnt all the towns dictionaries to keep the atoms in his toes warm
        threw on all his hair for good measure

        small measures of big pharmaceuticals
        suit and tourniquet
        scissor cut cuticles

        the twelve tablets condensed in a downloadable PDF

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      • multiplemichael

        PEOPLE MADE OUT OF CARBON OR
        PEOPLE MADE OUT OF SILICON
        SCHEDULER SYTEM REALITY
        A TIME TO MATURE
        A TIME TO CARE LESS
        ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE
        LOVERS
        WORKMATES
        RELATIVES
        MENIAL PEOPLE
        POETRY ABOUT DISCRIMINATORS
        PEOPLE WHO WRITE MINDLESS BITS
        UNTHINKING, UNFEELING
        LITTLE RESIDUAL MYSTERY
        NO PATH BETWEEN THE MIND AND THE BRAIN
        PEOPLE PRAY FOR APPROPRIATE CONNECTIONS
        *poetry should be overloaded
        with preferences
        anticipations
        associations

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      • eatmorewords

        people are carbon l- people and pens –
        the compression and pressure of a million years –
        the strata of fallen leaf and fallen tree –
        and fallen buildings –
        atop the refuse
        atop the decay

        searching for the invisible links that bind – nothing without the narrative – nothing under the wig

        a globe
        white like the moon
        alabaster like her breasts

        people frayed at the edges

        Normans mother – guilt by dis-association

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      • multiplemichael

        WAS THERE EVER ESCAPE FROM NORMAN’S MOTHER ?
        CALM NEUTRALITY AND THEN OBSESSIVE IRRITATION
        MADLY JEALOUS EYES—CURIOSITY BEYOND EVIL
        DIARIES AND NOTEBOOKS FROM THE CURIE HOUSE
        MENTAL FATIGUE AND MENS UNDERWEAR
        HUGE SCIENTIFIC BUTTS IN TRIUMPH
        ——–mushrooms on the butt
        ——–noses near the butt
        ——–a horny rhinoceroses back there
        NORMAN SUFFERED FROM UNCONTROLLABLE GROWTH
        HIS WORLD WAS TIGHTLY-PACKED
        DAILY MAMMALIAN MILK
        RIGHT ANGLES
        THICK MEAT

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      • eatmorewords

        she fell at the first hurdle
        didn’t make it to the first rung of the ladder

        – sodomised by presumption* –

        the lost of Kentucky gather at the centre of town – primal scream therapy – mad jealous eyes fixed at the sky with no comprehension of the science of flight –
        moving pictures on the talking box –

        it’s a the work of the devil

        two sticks rubbed together makes FIRE

        holes in the knees of dungarees –

        Normans mother and the virgin birth

        ——————————————

        *words left in the garden by the man with the carrier bags

        **waiter, two mammalian chocolate milkshakes please

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      • eatmorewords

        I hear there’s a retirement village in Florida where OAPs drive around in golf buggies –
        street-corner hustlers have cornered the Viagra market –
        $15 a hit
        24 hour erections and weak hearts
        24 hour sun
        no -stop bingo and orgies
        when they kiss gums are exposed
        beautiful sentiments lost in senile minds – no solid food – meat shakes –
        supercharged death rate

        NO KIDS ALLOWED

        OAPs dribble

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  2. multiplemichael

    NORMAN’S MOTHER SAID THAT THE SEX
    THAT PRODUCED HIM WAS SHORT
    AND RATHER FORCED
    HIS FATHER GAVE A BATTLE CRY
    AND CRAWLED OFF
    LIKE A DAMAGED TURTLE
    SEMEN LEAKED OUT ALL NIGHT
    HER SEX WAS CRABBED

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    • multiplemichael

      I COULD NOT FIND KENTUCKY OR KENNEDY IN THE TORAH
      PEOPLE IN A HURRY CHOOSE A DIFFERENT PATH
      LIFE IS FULL OF OBSTACLES
      THERE WERE NO WEAK FLASHIGHTS IN THE CURIE HOUSE
      CONSTANT FEAR OF BEING WAYLAID BY WAVES
      WEARY BONES AND CELLS MADE WEIRD
      POETRY SLUMBERED
      BEHIND DRAPED WINDOWS
      ONE LIFE IN SHADOWS
      LINGERING BY THE WINDOW OF YOUTH
      THE BLUE-BLACK BULLS OUTSIDE
      NO GOING BACK ONCE LEFT

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  3. multiplemichael

    IN FLORIDA, THE SINGLE VIRGIN
    HAS MILES OF INCHES
    LOGGED IN HER THROAT JOURNAL
    SITTING IN THE SHADOWS
    AT COFFEEHOUSES
    SHE SEEMED PLEASURABLE ENOUGH
    BUT SOMETHING WAS AMISS
    THE SCARF AROUND HER NECK
    A SILENT COUGH
    AND THE SMELL OF MIXED JISM
    THE STRAINS OF INFANT VOICES
    COMNG FROM THE CORRIDOR

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  4. multiplemichael

    I DO NOT BELONG TO THE LETTER OF THE LAW
    AND NEITHER DO YOU
    WE ARE NO BETTER THAN AN INSECT
    THAT BITES INTO ANOTHER INSECT
    WE DESTOY BEAUTY WITH OUR SIGHT
    AND CORRUPT THE NIGHT WITH FAKE LIGHT

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    • multiplemichael

      BAREFOOT THINKING ABOUT INSECTS BITING OTHER INSECTS
      DIARIES AND JOURNALS AND NOTEBOOKS
      DETECTIVES HAVE PLANTED CAMERAS
      HD MENTAL FATIGUE—MUDDLED THOUGHTS
      THE SMELL OF A PARLOR MAID ON THE BUS
      IN A COHERENT FICTIONAL WORLD
      CAN JOHNNY BOY BE NEUROTICALLY REPLACED ?

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      • multiplemichael

        EXHAUSTED IN A DEN OF DUNG BEETLES
        I STUDY PHOTOGRAPHS ON A WALL
        B&W IMAGES OF INSECTS BITING OTHER INSECTS
        VISIBLE SYMPATHY FOR THE DEVILS
        OUTS ARE IN AND PEOPLE ARE MOVING
        THE SMELL OF LATE NIGHT NIJINSKY

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      • eatmorewords

        medieval kisses, dry and tongue less,
        at the moat that ringed the town – dung beetle pets –
        kissing the lipless
        milking the queen bee of all her honey
        insects will eat you
        – the inevitable decline of the fading words –

        the bilious bulge burgeoning,
        bucolic brown beetles burrow beneath broken bramble

        dynamic relationship twin the haves and have nots – the tension of wealth

        black and white photos hide the shadows

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      • multiplemichael

        poets often weep dry tears
        so sad to see small men
        try to drag huge bombs to war
        if one could prop the dictionary up
        words with sensual energy would fall out
        French criticism at the window
        at best, they find conversational poetry
        renewed never new
        *the bedroom, the bathroom, the ride to work—–renewed never new

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      • eatmorewords

        the life’s lived in a bunker
        tin food salvation and 4hours of
        electric light – a well thumbed manual – the hum of the generator, cold water from plastic bottles –
        fear of the communists and fear of the right – well dressed gentlemen sending bodies to war
        to the incinerator

        it’s a nice day for it

        pictures of Nijinsky on the way
        stuck down with lubricant
        thighs that could crack walnuts

        unthinkable things behind closed doors leads to exile

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      • multiplemichael

        unthinkable and unseeable
        Nijinsky taking it up the backside
        thinking about encounters during childhood
        about countless insects trying to hide in the cellar
        insects consuming insects while poets masturbate
        ecstatic appreciation of male beauty
        eternally feared—the need for God to make man
        the need to make more and more
        to create a perverted living bond
        to starve and torture
        to dish out disease
        *rumor has it that even in death
        Nijinsky takes it up the backside

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      • multiplemichael

        on the evening news
        over a hundred small men
        were dragging a huge explosive device
        to some enemy playground
        the location was not on any map
        *the explosion may put a stop to occasional vulgarity
        lewdness and other examples of adolescence

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      • eatmorewords

        the place not on the map was hidden under a staple – the tiny men had heard of through secret whispers heard at the tiny man hang out – like army ants carrying meat they hoisted the incendiary and tried to locate the invisible place

        (Nothing could stop the lewdness, the buggery, the under the covers friction, carpet burnt knees, the Viagra nights, throbbing and no end in sight)

        the tiny men plodded on

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  5. eatmorewords

    tiny men riding gigantic bulls trough town – visual representation of SOMETHING – old newspapers made great tinder – rappers speaking in new tongues –
    tiny rappers riding tiny men – the black bulls just look on

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      • eatmorewords

        visions of Kanye in the clouds
        – chin like a Mexican cliff –
        visions of Kanye
        in your rear view mirror,
        under the bed, –
        turning up at a blind date
        – sown up anuses and sewn up ears
        – the wilted flower of a once majestic field

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      • eatmorewords

        all the electricity went
        the town went dark and for the first time there were no shadows –
        all the jazz stopped –
        this wasn’t Kentucky where they live underground in a world of metaphors – where electricity was the work of the devil, the power of EVIL

        when she turns on the TV I get a shock – flashbacks to my time on Mars and solar flares

        ——————————————

        Kanye was expelled to a distant planet

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      • eatmorewords

        leviathan &
        the Phoenix is rising
        – the fire
        a memory
        the conveyor belts assembled
        single engine planes drop leaflets in shanty towns –
        JOBS –
        the world needs cutlery and I walked two (2) miles to catch this bus –

        no one told me the future would look like this –
        no one one told me
        – this is the future

        the angles between the wall and the floor,
        the curvature of the colonnades,
        the shadows it casts,
        the things you see in the clouds

        the experiment who is tested just till they fall apart*

        ——————————————

        *at my lowest ebb I saw smokestacks and the professionals told me death was imminent
        it would arrive before sunlight

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      • multiplemichael

        THE ANUS OF THE MUSIC WORLD
        PUCKERS ONE LAST DROP
        COIN-OPERATED POET
        PUSH BUTTONS FOR LOVE
        THREE DOLLARS IN QUARTERS
        BEER JOINT AFTER BEER JOINT
        SNAKE-BITTEN WITH CHILDREN

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      • eatmorewords

        Into town
        the blue black bulls can pass through the eye of a needle – they can squeeze through a sphincter and not touch the side – a dollar a ride
        a dollar a ride
        *biblical misunderstandings

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      • multiplemichael

        THE BLUE-BLACK BULLS OF MY YOUTH
        LIVE IN A HOLY POETIC PASTURE
        AND COULD NEVER BE RIDDEN
        OR SQUEEZED THROUGH THE RINGS OF SATURN
        ONE CAN SHRUG OFF TIME AND DISTANCE
        BUT NEVER PROFIT FROM THE SACRED

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      • multiplemichael

        JOHNNY BOY WANTING TO KNOW
        WANTING TO KNOW ABOUT LUNCHTIME ASSOCIATIONS
        COMPLETING THE ACT
        MAKING HER HISS
        HER LITTLE PEWTER TEAPOT
        THERE WERE DEVELOPMENTS FOR A SECOND ACT
        BUT OTHERS CAME BACK EARLY
        SANDWICHED TOGETHER
        LIKE A TART FROM THE SCREEN
        HER NECK HAIRS WERE BLACK AND GREEK
        *I made a random notation or two

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      • multiplemichael

        TREATING THE CHARACTERS AS PUPPETS
        ————–INITIAL SITUATION TO A FINAL ONE
        ————–USE AND SELECTION OF VOICE
        VANITY-DRIVEN WITH A TALL HAT
        “I AM THE PRESIDENT”
        VENTRILOQUISTIC
        POSSIBLE PERPETUAL BETROTHAL
        SLIPS BETWEEN QUESTIONS
        SELF-CENSORSHIP
        ON “I DO”

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      • eatmorewords

        treating puppets like humans
        feeding them imaginary food
        taking them on dates,
        long rides with your mute companion –
        Multiple Michael is but one man –
        standing below the watermark scratching his beard as the seagulls swoop at the shoreline, thinking of

        Lincoln in the pool hall
        such salubrious surroundings –
        he’s there for the sounds
        the clack of balls
        the noises of voices and scratch of chalk –

        Lincoln like a Victorian father aroused by the slender curvature of a table leg –

        varnished and buffed
        he disappears to burst the presidential seal

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      • multiplemichael

        READERS WERE SHOCKED WHEN THE DEATH ROW INMATE
        ASKED FOR 15 MINUTES OF INVIOLATE PRIVACY
        ALL THEY COULD THINK—“WHAT’S HE GONNA DO” ????
        WOULD HE BREAK OUT OF THE CIRCLE OF LIMITATIONS ?
        RELIGIOUS SALVATION WAS HIDING BEHIND A BUSH
        AN UNCLAIMED SOUL SEEMED RIPE FOR THE PICKING
        SATAN WAS REPORTED OUTSIDE DESTROYING FLOWERS

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      • eatmorewords

        the death row prisoners last request for 15minutes private time was rejected –
        the warden advised in the eyes of God there is no private time –
        his eyes are glued open
        god doesn’t blink

        they gave the prisoner a milkshake and then killed him

        ——————————————

        Popular Death row food:
        Milkshake
        Steak
        Ice cream
        ** no one orders fruit

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      • multiplemichael

        —————————————————–
        ——-LINCOLNOLOGISTS—————–
        wanted: veneerers and varnishers
        must be willing to work on a ladder
        job site: Washington DC
        ABE LINCOLN THE MYTH
        BATHED IN THE STEAM
        OF MEN IN BED
        VOCIFEROUS
        —————————————————-
        —————————————————-

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      • multiplemichael

        GRAVITATED TOWARDS THE LEFT
        PASSION FOR DESTRUCTION
        FRUSTRATED
        EVERYONE LAUGHED WHEN I SAID THAT
        HE WAS OUTSIDE STOMPING FLOWERS
        ALL THOSE CONSPIRACIES AGAINST THE FATHER
        AS IF REALITY WAS BURNING ON ALL FOUR SIDES
        *say no to petty personal passions

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      • eatmorewords

        flowers trampled down with hobnail boots handed down from a dead soldier – Ypres mud collected in the soles (souls) – flashbacks of explosion and cold white porcelain faces of the dead – white coffins smashed in mouth

        I have always had leanings to the left – Das Kapital stabilises my wonky table –

        in a room so white you have to close your eyes it’s dark and tracers fly by like military jet streams in your eyes milky white cataracts

        the ripped ideas of the absent father the conspiracies of a thousand lost minds –

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      • multiplemichael

        ALL THOSE CONSPIRACES—STEPPING STONES
        MUSCULAR MANIFESTATIONS OF HER EMOTIONS
        THE WOMAN CREATURE
        UNSUBSTANTIAL
        PSEUDO-SEXUAL (THEATRICALS)
        LIKE CATTLE LIVING IN A BARN
        DESPERATION LANGUAGE
        MATHEMATICAL
        BALL TOSSING
        COMMONPLACE
        GRAVITY
        MORE BALL TOSSING
        SLEEP WITH THE PEACH IN HAND ?
        DREAM ABOUT FATHER RUNNING AWAY
        GOING FOR SOME “FRESH AIR”

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      • multiplemichael

        white coffins in the mouth

        is that the same as white crosses ?

        people with wide spaces between their eyes

        ate them by the handfuls

        cheap speed left over from Cleopatra times

        JohnnyCakes in bed with Emily Dickinson

        she kept her secrets well

        nimble, audacious——a bedroom astronaut

        ethical human behavior out the window

        irresistible and unattainable

        Emily Dickinson

        with her whistles

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      • multiplemichael

        EVERY DISASTER—EVERY CRISIS IN HISTORY
        THE CHURCH MADE FOR UNCOMFORTABLE AMUSEMENT
        ATROCIOUS THINGS HAPPENED IN OUTER SPACE
        STRONG MEN AND STRONG LANGUAGE
        FOREIGNERS…NEED MORE BE SAID ?
        BURLESQUE HAND SHAKING
        INCREASINGLY PARASITIC EXCHANGES

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      • eatmorewords

        soft like warm watermelon, hard like granite, slowly waving me
        drifting part slower then icebergs
        the backwards gas
        sardine, hint of garlic
        stuck in a bubble
        suffocating in this vacuum

        the astronauts needed to escape,
        a one way ticket into the ether,
        the rocket as a metaphor erect and thrusting boosters

        she didn’t believe the maps of space yet she could except a belief in things she couldn’t touch

        calloused hand shaking calloused splintered hand

        good things happen atrocities occur tiptoe through the wreckage and pick your flowers
        they’ll look lovely in that vase
        opaque,

        ——————————————

        Victorian strong men with moustaches thicker then a nurses calf

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      • multiplemichael

        SPEAKING OF TWISTED GENITALS
        WHAT ABOUT YOUR CARNIVAL SWEETHEART,
        YOUR SIDESHOW SWEETIE ?
        NO HOLE JUST A TINKLE-TUBE
        PHYSICAL PECULIARITIES
        AND MINDLESS PRATTLE
        *beastly acts of sodomy galore

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      • eatmorewords

        revealing the flaws in the best laid plans,
        finest attentions given to the wrong details

        human mayo stained
        ( the laundry bill was four figures )

        sideshow games played for the cuddle toy prize, balls in holes,
        rows of metal ducks,
        the big wheel that never stops
        stuck at the top

        my sideshow sweetie had hair like candy floss but she wasn’t anatomically correct,
        unbalanced in parts
        with no OFF button

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      • multiplemichael

        NON-BELIEVERS IN ERASING WORDS
        SACRED WORDS
        OUTER SPACE WORDS
        NON-BELIEVERS IN THE SHADOWS OF NIGHT
        JULIAN JAILED IN DARK FATALISM
        DOES HE ASK TO BE GOVERNED BY SEAN ?
        *the complexities of Lennon life

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      • eatmorewords

        the tobacco spit soup shared on the wedding night, your $1000 suit made of peacock feathers and leather, begging meat from prim school girls smelling of soap –
        sometimes you can’t think straight
        – a murder of crows
        a crowded silhouette
        the empty water pipes
        at the Curie house
        – she told me things like
        Jesus had forgotten her
        she wasn’t on his radar –
        and she turned her key and told me the shape was the skyline of a city –
        where people disappear and people don’t notice and people don’t talk and poets go neglected and the coins in your pockets have been touched by a 1000 fingers of unknown origins

        —————————————- –

        the lottery has rolled over for the 14th week
        astronauts drop breadcrumb trails to lead them back home

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      • multiplemichael

        SURRENDERING
        TO IRRESPONSIBILITY
        MARKETPLACES FOR GUNS, DRUGS, POETRY
        FEMALE IMPERSONATORS ON THE RAG
        FINGERS RUNNING BACK AND FORTH
        A PASSIVE RECIPIENT OF FELLATIO
        LOOKING IN FROM OUTSIDE
        SCENES FROM CHILDHOOD
        RAISED A MALE WITCH
        RECITING POETRY
        LONG HAIR
        ROUGH-AND-TUMBLE LOVERS
        SOFT AND GENTLE MONEY
        BLUE-BLACK BULLS OUTSIDE MY BEDROOM

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      • eatmorewords

        lost in the museum of words pencils used to the nub – don’t think before you write – this Niagtra below the comments –
        lick the plate clean to save on water

        – once a year the rag men ride the bulls through the side streets and the alleyways – hanging from windows they cheer and throw confetti as they stampede below – hot air from nostrils – muscles and sinew strained – honeymoon frolics

        on the corner the machine dispenses feelings with real meaning

        source material lost in translation

        old style retribution meted out everyday at 4:36pm

        ——————————————

        the yo-yo man is always up and down

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  6. multiplemichael

    curving lines to clocks that imitate ebb and flow
    roller-coaster poops….yellow squash on the side
    poetry fresh from a dada catalogue
    poetry spun into wipe-paper
    riddles and charms of brown
    braided logs

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    • multiplemichael

      PEOPLE AT THE COFFEEHOUSE
      ARE SAYING THAT RICHARDO MONTALBAN
      MAY BE YOUR FATHER
      YOUR MOTHER SAID THAT YOU WERE A NIBBLING NUISANCE
      ORDINARY WOMEN FIND YOUR EYES TO BE UNGENTLE
      BEGGAR-BUNDLES ON THE STREET NEVER SPEAK TO YOU
      THEY FEAR ANY YEARN FOR PERFECTION
      WIELDING KNIVES AT YOUR MANLINESS
      SOFT-SPOKEN WITH A PIPE
      AND YOU NEEDED A GUN

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      • eatmorewords

        the kids speak a new slang – there is no translator –
        the screams from the asylum interior – grand mal oscillator

        the builders looked at the collapsing Tower of Babel, scratched their heads, drank some tea, sucked air through their teeth..”this is a big job, scaffolding, artisan workers will be needed. This won’t be a cheap job”

        they drunk their tea and waited for supplies

        she speaks like a machine gun

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      • multiplemichael

        PECULIARY WEIRD YOUNG PEOPLE
        WHO SLEEP IN THEIR CLOTHES
        ASHAMED OF THEIR PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
        THEIR HAIR, ACCENT, GESTURE
        THEIR LACK OF AMBITION
        THE CARS PARKED OUT FRONT
        EVERYTHING IS BELOW PAR
        DARK-TOWN ONE NOTCH UP
        GOD WITH HIS DIABOLIC REVENGE
        HOLY CARICATURE FRIGHTENING
        AS IF ANYONE REMEMBERS RELIGION
        PSYCHOLOGIES OF MONEY AND GREED
        GOOD-HEARTEDNESS
        IS A DISCARDABLE DEVIATION

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      • multiplemichael

        A NEW WAY WORDS HAVE BEEN THROWN TOGETHER
        EXPLORATORY POETRY AND EMILY DICKINSON
        PAST THE NEW TERRITORY
        MILES DOWN THE ROAD FROM DARK-TOWN
        A DOG’S NOSE SNIFFING A BUM
        DULL KNIVES AND SHARP KNIVES
        A NEW MEDICINE THAT WEAKENS YOUR LEGS
        SEXUAL ROLES AND A BAD GASH
        PURITANS EXPERIENCE HESITATION
        RANDOMNESS FULL OF DEMONS
        PINCHES FOR GIFTS
        AT CHRISTMAS
        YOU GET
        TO SEE
        THE GIRLS
        WITH THE LIGHTS ON

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      • eatmorewords

        a mathematical theory of fission.
        scientific study of attraction, magnets and heart beats, lovebirds and strangers – the DNA galaxy splurged all over the sheet –
        strangers looking in from behind telescopes, sketching images reversed in the mirror – the erotic bulge
        alabaster skin
        they come out of the shelter
        tip toe through rubble broken branches
        dead ground
        they queue for bread
        planes overhead
        rats as currency
        stripped to the bone

        nightmarish clowns

        teacher faces porn charges

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      • multiplemichael

        CLOWNS WITH BEADED CURTAIN PANTS
        ——————CLOWNS THAT PAINT US AS IF WE WERE LANDSCAPES
        CLOWNS WHO READ LESBIAN POETRY
        POEMS THAT START “STORM-TOSSED THROES”
        EXPLICIT STICKY FINGERS
        TICKLING PINCERS
        CLOWNS IN HINDU TEMPLES WEARING BLUE JEANS
        UNCONSCIOUS HINDRANCES—WARM SIDE UP
        LIFT HER LEG AND LICK EVERYTHING VISIBLE
        POETRY THAT ANSWERS ITS OWN QUESTIONS
        THE UNDERTOW OF LUST IS SCARY
        *sucking honey jars (lesbian poetry is here to stay)

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    • multiplemichael

      (FROM THE ROCK—THE CIRCLE IN THE BLUE)

      UNAWARE THAT MY PANTS HAD SPLIT
      BUSY BREEDING DISRESPECT
      IN THE WORLD OF POETRY
      NO LONGER ATTRACTIVE
      YEARS OF DISFIGUREMENT
      DOCTOR TYPE SWINDLERS
      SHIFTY-EYED AND SWEATY IN MEXICO
      CHALK WHITE SWISS, OTHERS WITH A GLOW
      CLOSE-UPS MAGNIFY THE RETURN
      THE BIRD WITH NO WINGS
      THE HUNGRY BIRD DEATH

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      • eatmorewords

        songs about heads and warehouses planets and oceans
        dogs and bones
        a hundred different knots all untied into a single piece of rope
        tricks performed on a grand scale
        assistant stabbed with knifes
        milky white cataracts
        the for sale sign that lures you in
        upside down river the veins of the city brutish poetry & strong words
        the land of family, distant relations web footed offspring
        the cousin you don’t mention
        across the line in a border down wetbacks and foreign noise
        colourful currency
        what’s inside the doctors bag?

        scaled the rock In the centre just for the views

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      WHAT’S INSIDE THE DOCTORS BAG ?
      BARBARIC FACES ON PILLS
      STOLEN PROPERTY
      PHOTOS OF MISSPENT YOUTH
      ITALIAN CIGARETTES
      *poems about being sinned against as well as sinning
      lovers wanting poets to sympathize
      trousers of psychological impairments
      twisted genitals—local color humor

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      • eatmorewords

        in the bag
        bloodied rags,
        anatomy sketches of the internals,
        a cross section of a foetus,
        skin crafts samples
        tablets of unknown origin with unknown side affects swallowed by the handful – clouds of Italian smoke –
        brain in a jar
        formaldehyde existence
        unborn thing in a jar used as a door stop

        ——————————————-

        dust covers bookshelfs as all books are read online

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      • multiplemichael

        I WOULD NEVER PUT A BLOODY RAG IN THE BAG
        WOULD YOU PUT A BLOODY RAG IN THE BAG ?
        AND YET THERE WERE BLOODIED RAGS IN THE BAG
        ————-LIFE IS DISAPPOINTING
        OVER-COMPLICATED
        COULD IT BE MORE COMPLICATED ?
        CONTRIVED RELATIONSHIPS
        STUCK IN THE LIVING PRESENT
        THE PAST BEING UNCHANGEABLE
        ALWAYS STEPPING ON MY EXISTING PREJUDICES
        RELATIVES STEPPING ON FINGERS AND TOES
        SPILLING UNCONVINCING CONTRIVANCES
        NOT A SINGLE LOVER EVER STEPPED
        INSIDE A LIBRARY OR BOOKSTORE
        OR READ PAST A TEMPORARY EMBARRASSMENT
        WHO HAS TIME TO READ ?
        BETTER TO BE INTELLECTUALLY FEEBLE
        A HUMAN IN AMATEUR RUNNING

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      • multiplemichael

        ANGER NURSED OVER ITALIAN CIGARETTES
        DAMNED TROUSERS PURCHASED ONLINE
        SCROTUM POCKET TOO SMALL
        TWISTED JUNK
        OUTSIDE, CRITICS OF POETRY
        PATIENT AND CALCULATING
        WAIT TO TAKE BATTLE WITH WORDS

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  7. multiplemichael

    HEADED FOR DEATH
    WOULD YOU PREFER A WEAPON
    OTHER THAN A GUN ?
    POETS ARE NOT UNFLAPPABLE
    POETS ARE NOT INVULNERABLE
    ———————————————–
    TENSIONS BETWEEN SELFISHNESS
    AND COMMITMENT
    POETRY IS A CELEBRATION
    OF SELFISHNESS
    POETS ARE BOLDER
    AND MORE IMAGINATIVE
    GIVEN A DILEMMA
    THEY OFTEN SOLVE IT
    WITH DEATH
    THE KEYWORD:
    SUBORDINATED

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    • eatmorewords

      tension between the finger and the trigger
      poets are not inflammable
      I have seen many consumed by fire
      Witchfinder with the flames
      death and meat consumed by the fork full
      keywords are with their weight in gold –
      I sell words and plot their ascent on the Nikkei*

      *the Japanese stock exchange is actual just a paper building
      – a mass orgami exercise
      – 32,345 people injured by paper cuts

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      • multiplemichael

        NO MORE IMPORTANT THAN A CRUST OF BREAD
        A MUSICAL NOTE WITH OVERPOWERING SWEETNESS
        MYSTERY MEAT ON THE TABLE—BEDROOM MEAT
        MEAT AND DEATH BY THE FORK-FULL
        WILLPOWER AND THE FORK
        INSATIABLE IMPULSES
        EACH INMATE IS A TRAITOR
        WIDE-AWAKE ADULTRY
        STRANGE RUBBER SHEETS
        AND PILLOWS THAT SMELL
        LIKE VALIDATED JISM
        SIGHTLESS EYES GAZING
        EACH NEW CELLMATE BOTH BRIDE AND GROOM
        COMPLEXITIES —PENAL COLONY BINGO
        SIDE STREETS AND NAKED MEN INHABITED
        CLOCKS SO HEAVY THEY SLEEP ON THE FLOOR
        PASSERS-BY AND PEDESTRIANS
        WITH PURPLE DONGS
        AND WEARY BONES
        CHESTNUT TREE ROOTS
        CHESTNUT TREE TORAH

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      • multiplemichael

        COVERED OR UNCOVERED——RADIATION TESTS
        SEVERAL MONKEY CORPSES IN THE BIN
        GRADUAL SHEDDING—HAIR, NAILS
        LEAKING FROM THE NAVEL
        BEING TIED TO A TREE
        REMINISCENT OF GRADE SCHOOL
        THE FUTILITY OF ALL ATTEMPTS
        TO COMMUNICATE

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      • multiplemichael

        LIFE HINGED ON DUALITY
        TO CIRCUMVENT THE SCISSORS
        OF POETRY
        OLD HATS BY THE BEDSIDE
        THE BACKSTAGE OF
        LONG SERIAL SAGAS
        ASPIRINS BY THE TRUCKLOAD
        NATURE MADE BLANK
        SORROW PARADES ON TV
        MEN IN RUBBERS
        DREARY DICKS
        THE SMIRCH OF GRAVITY
        7000 MILES PAST
        DAZZLING RADIANT
        BLISSFUL ECSTASY

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      • multiplemichael

        IF YOU PUSH YOURSELF FAR ENOUGH INTO LANGUAGE
        YOU WILL GET A MENTAL PAPER CUT
        —————–FIND YOURSELF
        FIND YOURSELF IN NEED OF IODINE
        FULL ROOT MEANING
        AWKWARD POETRY
        KEYWORDS IN CHARTREUSE
        CHURCH BELLS
        UNITY-IN-MULTIPLICITY
        THEATRICAL MICHAEL
        THEY ASK ME STUPID QUESTIONS
        “WHY WOULD I TRY TO ESCAPE FROM THE HOSPITAL ?”
        FRESH AIR
        TOUCH SOMETHING UNORTHODOX
        CUT THE STEM IN PRIVATE

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  8. multiplemichael

    HEAVENLY BEAUTY OUTSIDE THE HOSPITAL
    PEOPLE MAKING THEIR SIMPLE LIVES DIFFICULT
    PULL OUT $1000 FROM FAST CASH
    AND HEAD TO DARK TOWN
    WHEN ONE IS COUGHING UP WORMS
    NO NEED TO HAVE CONCERNS
    WITH INFECTS OR TAINTS
    TWO BAGS OF MAJESTY
    MOTIONLESS
    A WORLD WITHOUT COMMAS

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    • eatmorewords

      vulnerability through exposure
      no hiding place in a world where nothing is secret –
      – exposed like a street corner exhibitionist
      – exposed like an old photograph
      – the bacteria of the enemy hidden in underwater,
      and again,
      exposed to the elements
      waterproof skin, factor 50 cream splooshed on egg white skin – rubbed below the border line – no passports or papers required

      no border guards with dirty money preventing entrance

      at the epicentre
      the Bible written on a grain of rice
      microscopic psalms

      $1000 cold & hard

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      • multiplemichael

        accusations from the other side of America
        signs of neglect
        supper in tin foil under the bed
        broken glass in the tub
        unsympathetic eyes and ears
        feigned sleep—loose-fitting sleep
        Jungian psychoanalyst with pizza
        the warm circle in the box
        private toppings: memories, fantasies
        impossible to separate
        overemphasized sexuality
        overestimated size and beauty
        dongs swaddled in excess skin
        female mutterings with moose hair
        disturbed circus femininity
        masculine suppression on ten levels
        hungry baby watching mommy on trapeze
        attendants busy selling peanuts

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      • multiplemichael

        hungry baby watching mommy on trapeze
        attendants busy selling peanuts
        which face you say
        sun up or sun down ?
        7000 pregnant girls on the ARK
        Noah mixing beer and wine
        “I bettered the bitter”
        prostitutes and vampires
        and female poets with beards
        he spermed them all
        his monstrous dong
        spewing white foam

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      • eatmorewords

        white foam like salt water backwash
        washing flotsam on the beach, across the surface
        shopping trolleys and rhino bones ground down and sold as $3 love potions – swallowed by the gullible – a pop up shop note ark
        Noah the bookmaker edging his bets – 50% this
        -50% that
        – and he was happy in the grey area of the Ben diagram, the word “mixer” tattooed on his hands

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      • multiplemichael

        BY FAINT INDIRECTIONS
        HE WAS PLACED INSIDE
        AND
        THEN IT WAS PLACED INSIDE HIM
        AND HE CRIED
        THINKING ABOUT ALL HIS CHRISTIAN RELATIONSHIPS
        HIS LOVE FOR JESUS AND THE CHURCH
        THE ADHESIVENESS OF GOD
        WAS IT REALLY HIS VOICE
        SINGING THE PHALLUS ?
        * scary thought for the day: to assume the position of Eve
        * watching Adam with the hunger of an African lion

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      • eatmorewords

        the object of pleasure
        inserted inside &
        wrapped up in calico &
        inside the shell of the vessel
        buried amongst the idols
        – her eyes stuck to the words
        – they all struck a pose and assumed their positions –
        lined up like stitches
        – the moody matron, lipstick smeared and smelling of detergent

        hungry lions abandons the ark

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      • multiplemichael

        I WAS THERE WHEN NOAH SAID,
        “I BETTERED THE BITTER”
        ALL MATURE BARRIERS WERE BROKEN DOWN
        INFANTILE FLUIDITY AROUND NOAH
        STANDING PROUD WITH HIS RUDE MUSCLE
        VULNERABLE TO FRICTION
        THE HOMOEROTIC SELF WAS FREE
        NO BETTER WAY TO FIND A PERFECT EQUAL

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      • multiplemichael

        NEGLECTED SONS AS LESSER POEMS
        DADDY SPIDERS IN HIS SILENT RIDDLE
        HIS MONEY GOOD, DADDY SPIDERS
        NOT MEANT TO KNOW
        SEEKERS SILENT IN THE SHADOWS
        UNSCIENTIFIC EMOTIONS
        NOCTURNAL SWIGGER
        HIS WHOLE LIFE IN A COCOON
        HIS WHOLE LIFE SPENT ALONE

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      • eatmorewords

        daddy spider missing legs, an uneven number, wobbly walker spinning webs
        catch the flies
        the silence of a child in a coma
        a cocoon, your home, locked inside away from all the finger printing and hands touching – no need for science in here
        turn the electricity off
        don’t breath their air

        alone in the twilight zone

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      • multiplemichael

        EYE SHANT SAY A WORD
        ABOUT THE CHILD IN A COMA
        TOO SOFT A HEART—FAR TOO SOFT
        THE MYSTICAL SYMPATHY
        NO GOOD AT TRANSLATING
        HOPE FOR THE BEST
        CLOUDS GATHER
        GO THEIR WAY

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      • eatmorewords

        soft like putty moulded into icons
        and sold too tourists with no instructions
        all lost in translation
        a simple transaction
        she passed me dirty cash

        ( the mystical symmetry folded money )

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      • multiplemichael

        FOLDED MONEY WAS MY FAVORITE CRAYON
        TOURISTS IN THE WORLD OF POETRY
        DO I SELL THEM FAMILY PHOTOGRAPHS ?
        ———THE WHOLE SHEBANG————
        YOUNG MAIDS IN KENTUCKY
        PROPHETIC MIRRORS IN OUTHOUSES
        COMBING UP APPEARANCES
        *beneath the particular miseries
        and misfortunes

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      • multiplemichael

        FLARF IS A RELATIONAL WAY
        OF DEALING WITH PHENOMENA
        CHURCH APES DEMAND DEEPER UNDERSTANDING
        TOUGH-MINDED BIBLE READERS
        THINKING IN TERMS OF CAUSE-EFFECT
        END PATTERNS—SERIOUS END PATTERNS
        BLAME-THINKING COMES EASY
        EINSTEIN ERASED MORE WORDS
        THAN HE WROTE
        *Einstein once told me that the hell of reality
        was that it was PRECONCEIVED

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    the smell of folded money
    THE SMELL OF FOLDED MONEY
    religious sleep-walkers innocent of history
    RELIGIOUS SLEEP-WALKERS INNOCENT OF HISTORY
    intelligence sleeps in a library
    a single thought
    in countless vocabularies
    collected poop from creatures observed

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    • eatmorewords

      rolled up money like a 1,900 paper sleeping bags – Spread across the floor – trace elements
      small readings of narcotics
      – drugs in the cistern
      – drugs in the system
      – hoovered up the holes in the faces
      – strange bedfellows addiction makes
      – exploits happened that the somnambulist can’t recall –
      an alive zombie
      covered in drool

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      • multiplemichael

        FOR A LONG TIME I THOUGHT YOUR MIDDLE NAME
        WAS “CISTERN”
        AS IN “JOHNNY CISTERN”
        UNDERPANTS SUBJECT TO RIGIDITIES
        SEED OF THE TIDE POOL
        COME QUICK COME SLOW
        JOHNNY CISTERN HAS GOT A LOAD
        THE LABORATORY ODORS FOLLOWED YOU HOME
        YOU HAD FICTIONAL FURNITURE
        WHILE IVAN of AUMQUE HAD GOODWILL FURNITURE
        *people who have nothing to lose…often speak the truth

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  10. multiplemichael

    a middle name that stumbles over itself
    annoyed people trying to sleep
    outside of the self
    circles made from string
    circles of cowardice
    embarrassed silence
    silence with a hidden purpose
    oncoming age
    and realizations of growing old
    *the initial shock of Johnny Boy Nucleus

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    • eatmorewords

      we couldn’t afford a middle name and my first name was won in raffle
      – Christian names and a lack of parental imagination – JOHN – four letters but Maya’s we’ll be BDSQ –
      – silence like a dark curtain thrown
      – the ssshhhhhhh at cinemas and
      sssshhhhhh of librarians –
      – no initial shock when the atoms have been froZen

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      • multiplemichael

        AN ORACLE TO PULL AWAY THE SURFACE
        TO REVEAL THE TRUE JOHNNY BOY UNDERNEATH
        MIDDLE NAME—-REASONABLE PROBABILITY
        BRUSH AWAY THE RAFFLE CHOICES
        SURFACE ELEMENTS TO CORRUPT RHYTHMS
        MARITAL ARRANGEMENTS WITH A SHARP KNIFE

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      • multiplemichael

        THE REPEATABILITY OF MODERN POETRY
        THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT
        WALLPAPER POETRY
        CELEBRATIONS OF NO-CONTENT
        CHARLIE ZERO TO THE TOP OF THE OIL SLICK
        NOT EVEN A BABY BIRD GOES UNWASHED

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      • eatmorewords

        wallpaper of lost dreams covered over the scribbles and pencil marks that marked his gradual growth
        bare feet against the skirting board
        – no content inside his head
        a blank page waiting to be scratched
        – a blank sheet & invisible stains

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        unwashed baby bird
        dirty feathers keep it grounded
        claws out
        on terra firma
        spillage of cargo
        – the stowaway in the crate
        – oil slick unwashed dirty bird
        pecking at shale
        – there is so much to remember but even more to forget –
        the repetition of repetition
        repeating itself

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      • eatmorewords

        fake limbs at the second hand store
        fingers betray historical movements – one careful owner
        a phantom limb
        uncontrollable extremities & hangnails – she had written down her plans
        hide them away
        amongst warehouses full of boxes and rats –
        a night-watch men
        a torch

        patterns of associations

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      • multiplemichael

        I’VE THROWN MY KALEIDOSCOPIC TYPEWRITER
        OUT THE WINDOW
        AND THE WINDOW DOESN’T OPEN
        I’VE GONE OUTSIDE AND LOOKED IN
        I AM JUST AN ELECTROMAGNETIC PATTERN
        BY THE COLOR FADE I MUST BE AN OLDER MODEL
        FUNNY—ALL THOSE YEARS I TRIED TO BRING DOWN THE WORD
        REARRANGEMENTS OF LETTERS
        STOLEN LETTERS
        STOLEN CUTLERY
        ARTICULATED LOOKS AT THE WIFE BENT OVER
        THE STRANGE “DIVIDE LINE”
        ——–WHAT WAS GOD THINKING ?

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      • multiplemichael

        POETRY ABOUT UFO ABDUCTIONS
        —–ALIEN DRAMATISTS——–
        PROGRAMMED TO ALTERNATE BETWEEN PAIN AND PLEASURE
        STINGERS DRIPPING POISON
        POETIC COLLABORATORS
        SCRIPT WRITTEN ON FLESH
        CHILDHOOD THEATER
        LOVE STUCK ON FORKS
        FATHER WITH HIS GASSES
        BLACK BEETLES AND YOUR GOOFY BROTHER
        WARRING POLAR FORMS (DECEPTION AND DISGUISE)
        TABLETS OF STONE WITH MYTHOLOGICAL NAMES
        TOOTS, AND SPURTS, AND SLICK PINK MOLLUSK

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    • eatmorewords

      cone headed skeletons discovered deep inside a jungle
      wrapped in a cocoon of wheat grass and leaf
      tiny ears
      cat shaped eyes
      dissected as a radio played jazz in a sterile laboratory
      a young body with no internal organs
      questions atop of questions

      the arks ran a shore in a godless place

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      • multiplemichael

        SMALL CASKETS TOUCHED BY FALSE FATHERS
        BABY TALK ON THE FLOOR AND FURNITURE
        UNMENTIONABLES MENTIONED
        DANGEROUSLY CLOSE TO CLICHE
        ———————HER WASTE PIPE
        ODD CORNERS WITH HINTS OF HAIR
        WHEN ASKED ABOUT SUFFOCATING
        TEDIOUS ORAL—CAFFEINATED
        JISM ON THE CURTAINS

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      • multiplemichael

        CUSTOMARY, CUSHIONED LIFE FOR POETS
        TABLOID ARTICLES ON CUTLERY
        STONE WHEELS GRIND SHINY WORDS
        FACTORY LINE REHEARSAL
        HONEYMOON NIGHT REHEARSAL
        PLYWOOD CASKETS GLUED IN KENTUCKY
        HALF-REMEMBERED MOMMY
        HALF-FORGOTTEN DADDY
        THE MONEY WAS THERE
        BUT ALWAYS SHORT

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