manuals

in a time of famine we ate discarded instruction manuals for washing machines,
video recorders and calculators

we learnt new things

we stalked the rabbits
and followed dogs in the shadows,
salivating at the prospect
of meat

days spent hunkered in the bunker with tin food and a transistor radio that could only pick up the sound of a crying man

all our memories fused into one long dream

we thought of the astronauts miles above us who could never

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  1. multiplemichael

    the greatest untidiness—overhead in outer space
    old astronauts thick with dust, tattered and torn
    the old-fashioned arguments are over
    not a single word for months
    no monkey spanking
    or oral out of sight
    sometimes…dreams about coloring eggs
    for Easter
    smoking a pipe outside
    dangerous Dutch tobacco
    so that you might find the discomfort bearable
    amends for all deficiencies

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  2. multiplemichael

    earth-bound birds but not astronauts
    AUTUMNAL BEFORE DEATH
    SCRIPTURAL PENIS DECAY
    THE UNDERSIDE SKIN
    POET-OBSERVER BLUSH
    DID SHE REALLY USE A STICK TO POKE YOU ?
    LONELINESS ENLARGING
    WORDS IN YOUR HEAD
    BEING SPIT OUT BY MENTAL CRICKETS
    WORDS COATED WITH SURFACE ILLUSION

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    • multiplemichael

      GOD BLESS A SELF-SERVING ANSWER
      MAGNETIC PEOPLE ARE WELCOME
      DAYDREAMERS WITH MULTIPLE TASTES
      24 HOUR SIPHONING
      EACH OF US HUG THE SHORE
      ——–AND———–
      YOU CALL YOURSELF
      A PROGRESSIVE COOPERATIONIST

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