ark

at a time of flood the construction of a new ark –

 two by two handcuffed together & marched up the gangplank – passengers selected by lottery

& as they’ve sat waiting for the first sign of a wave – they memorised manifestos and tracts, 

a page per person 

she was “Chapter 13: Of the Naturall Condition of Mankind, as concerning their Felicity, and Misery” – 

secret compartments stored the drugs – detectives stowed away below the Plimsoll line –

 people heard rumours of hushed whispers below, of scribbling pens but no one investigated 

they left the shore which looked like half chewed meat and as they moved over the horizon 

photos of the Matterhorn taped over portholes 

things fell into place

and things fell apart 

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44 comments

  1. multiplemichael

    ONE JUST HAS TO ASK:
    WAS NOAH A CHAUFFEUR-DRIVEN SUPERSTAR ?
    A SPANISH SPEAKING ANGEL WITH WINGS
    AN ANOREXIC GIRLFRIEND ON THE SIDE
    GOD NEVER MADE LAWS—HE WAS RELAXED
    AND LIKED TO PLAY
    MAYBE THAT WASN’T GOD
    WHAT WOULD GOD KNOW OF GIRLIE FROCKS ?
    MOSES WITH HIS PARTICULAR PERSONALITY
    A REAL “FOLLOW PROCEDURES” KIND OF GUY
    DID MOSES EVER TAKE OFF HIS WORKING SUIT
    AND SLIP INTO CASUAL WEAR ?
    SO MANY PARTS OF HIM
    THAT COULD NOT BE SHARED
    ORDINARY THINGS WAY OUT OF BOUNDS
    MOSES HAD TO BE FLEXIBLE ENOUGH
    TO ADAPT TO CHANGE
    WAS HE A HANDS-ON GENITAL MAN ?
    INTENSE ATTENTION TO SMELLS
    KNOWN TO SQUEEZE OFF A BONUS ?

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    • eatmorewords

      the car sat there outside the window, it’s windscreen wipers looking like arched eyebrows, it looked livid
      like an
      angry kidney
      and furious liver,
      the doctor said I needed more oily fish,
      I hired a boat & set to sea –
      land legs wobbling
      the TV, full of white people flickered the further away from salvation I went –

      a boxing match with men in fancy shorts – there was blood
      spots of it here and there

      in time they had memorised all the landing sights

      ——————————————

      Moses had a regular account at the local dry cleaners – he knew the importance of appearance

      ———–
      —————

      future boy
      will have no concept of pen, post box, library,

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    • multiplemichael

      A GREAT NUMBER OF THE WOMEN ON THE ARK WERE ANOREXIC
      PEOPLE OF FASHION—THE HEAVY WHITE ONES WERE BREEDERS
      HAVING A BABY IN PRIMITIVE TIMES WAS MORE THAN AWKWARD
      IT WAS THE ULTIMATE GESTURE OF PLAYING GOD
      *the pains of misjudgment

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    • multiplemichael

      NOAH ONCE TOLD ME
      THAT IF THE FORESKINS
      WERE LEFT ON
      TONGUES WOULD GROW
      UNDER THE SKIN
      AND LICK WOMEN TO INSANITY
      DURING INTERCOURSE
      *tainted dick tongues licking
      —like that Christmas song

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      • eatmorewords

        insane woman shrieking in Bedlam
        devil speak with forked tongue
        sexual organ
        next to teeth
        the foreskin tree with balls on the branches
        cheap thrills for the tree surgeon

        (there is a record station in Utah that plays that Christmas song 24 hours a day)

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  2. multiplemichael

    HANDCUFFED TOGETHER—-HANDCUFFED TOGETHER
    PLEASING CLUSTERS IN THE TOP HALF OF THE ARK
    OTHERS THAT ONE MAY PREFER TO KEEP QUIET ABOUT
    ANYTHING VALUED LESS IN THE BOTTOM
    SOMEONE ELSE GETTING
    WHAT YOU MIGHT LIKE
    FOR YOURSELF
    STRIPPED DOWN IN HUNGER
    IF THERE WAS A WINDOW
    BASHFULNESS WOULD HAVE BEEN THROWN OUT

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    • eatmorewords

      she told me if you start Dark Side of the Moon and the Wizard of Oz at the same time they are synched together –
      she told me of secret plans to brain wash the poor –

      LSD in the water is a waste of LSD

      onlookers at the side of the road witnessed the car crash – they all took photos on their phones – it was online before the passenger was cut from the metal –

      the Afronauts were a 70s funk band who never released a song – they all died in Vietnam –

      the books banned in schools – I have them all
      stored in a secret location inside a mountain with veins

      16knots and full steam ahead
      overboard on the ark

      stripped down at Moses dry cleaners standing in your pants waiting for everything to dry

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      • multiplemichael

        PINK FLOYD FOUND SYNCHS NEXT TO IMPOSSIBLE
        PHONE CALLS ABOUT THIS SUBJECT
        TORMENTED THEM LATE AT NIGHT
        PEOPLE FORGET THE HORIZONTAL SPLIT
        BETWEEN CONSCIOUS AND UNCONSCIOUS MIND
        ——————THINGS POP UP—————–
        St. AUGUSTINE OFTEN HAD A STIFF PAGAN IN THE MORNING
        FREUD OFTEN POOPED IN HIS SLEEP
        BACKWOODS PSYCHIATRY WARNS
        OF THE EXTERNAL INTERNALIZED
        BERNE WITH HIS HIT SONG: CHILD, ADULT, PARENT
        BUT WHICH PARENT AND FOR HOW LONG ?
        ——————————————————————————–
        HAL AND SIDRA STONE STARTED CONVERSATIONAL POETRY
        JUST FOR LAUGHS THEY WOULD REFER TO IT AS
        VOICE DIALOGUE—POETRY BETWEEN INNER PERSONALITIES
        WHEN THE SITUATION DEMANDS—PROGRAMMED POETRY
        POETRY OFTEN BEING A BUNDLE OF LEARNED WORDS

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      • eatmorewords

        on the moon they play Pink Floyd constantly – quadrophonic speakers throw sound into the darkness – Doppler sounds picked up on systems back on earth where people study transcripts from sunken ships
        word re-surfaced

        the hammer and sickle trending

        – he stood there in a corduroy suit, the strips like tiny pipelines, a warm friction around the groin – a warm patch –

        poetry doesn’t come with an instruction manual

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  3. multiplemichael

    POETS ARE OFTEN TORTURERS
    WHO MIMIC OTHER TORTURERS
    ———————————————–
    ———————————————–
    PERSONALITIES IN WATERTIGHT SKULLS
    MISLABELED PERSONALITIES
    TRAUMATIZED IN THE BATHROOM
    TRAUMATIZED BY MISPLACED LOVE
    OR THE LACK OF IT ALTOGETHER
    A SMALL LIBRARY OF AUTOBIOGRAPHIES
    WHO WEARS THE SHOES TODAY ?
    DAYDREAMS ABOUT PROMISCUITY
    A WARM PATCH NEAR THE GROIN
    CORDUROY PANTS WITH THICK RIBS
    LOVE THE RUB—REMARKS OUT OF CHARACTER
    *remotely geographical

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    • multiplemichael

      RECEIVE A DEEPER WOUND
      A LONG LIST OF “WANTS”
      FRIENDS WITH TOO MUCH PRIDE
      OTHERS STEAL THINGS
      WHEN I LEAVE THE ROOM
      ATTEMPTS TO INTIMIDATE ME
      SNOBBISHLY PERHAPS
      MONEY JUST BUYS SOMETHING NEW
      PEOPLE COMPLAIN ABOUT LIMITATIONS
      STEREOTYPES—SO EASY TO SPOT
      YOU SPEAK OF CORDUROY PANTS
      AND ONE DAY I DID WEAR RIBBED PANTS
      AND SHINY BEATLE BOOTS
      ATTENTIVE TO THE NEWEST FAD

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      • multiplemichael

        THE ARK WAS A FLOATING GALLERY OF LIFE
        THE LIBRARY, A GALLERY OF DEAD COMMODITIES
        WORDS AS IF CHEESE GONE BAD
        WHITE WORDS TURNED BLUE AND GREEN
        “BOUND UP” PROMISES

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      • eatmorewords

        like a fish out of water flapping and jumping spastic on the beach – invisible hands pour vinegar into gills held open by invisible fingers –
        I know no one here
        all the names are blurring into one all faces become a collage – nine eyes six ears hundreds of tiny teeth gnashing (meat in cavities)

        (anorexic gaps between femine ribs, swallowing oxygen
        thorax sting)

        to kill time I walk around car parks and empty estates

        unoccupied offices are full if machines in stand by, a snake pit of wires are out of sight
        strangling dust

        (backwards folk thinking honey is the blood of bees)

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      • multiplemichael

        WHY DID YOU GET SO MAD WHEN I ASKED YOU IF YOU
        WERE PLANTED IN THOSE THICK SHOES ?
        ——————————————————–
        TAKE COGNIZANCE IS THE DEMAND
        YOU ARE NOT UNOBSERVED
        THAT BLANK EXPRESSIVENESS
        UNAWARE OF INTRUDERS
        ROWING THROUGH
        THE BACKDOOR
        *butterflies and other gay men are applauding
        exercises in light humor
        rowing through the seamless crack
        flight or fight or the biggest wad of your life

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      • multiplemichael

        FLIGHT OR FIGHT OR THE BIGGEST WAD OF YOUR LIFE
        ?????????????????????????????????????????????????
        BANDAGED MOMENTS IN POETRY
        ——IMPENDING VISITATION——
        TOO FRIGHTFUL TO BEAR LOOKING UPON
        A BLINDFOLD FROM HEAVEN
        UNABLE TO STIR AFTERWARDS
        *molestation: from the stare to the kiss to the salute of the
        dong—the troublesome dong—hovered over (moistly)

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      • eatmorewords

        Noah and his splinters
        digging holes in his skin, holes you could see through – a whole forest felled

        Oh varnished ark!
        leviathan of the high seas

        – under the puppet the puppeteers hand is naked & gnarled

        (the puppeteer is never
        truly alone)

        I lost the address to the safe house; a skeleton key fashioned from bones

        – rip of fabric
        – abrasive nature of dried pubic hair, Velcro vagina exfoliant of skin
        no escape,
        morse code help
        beware the danger zone

        lost in the thicket

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      • multiplemichael

        every day it was scene and action
        the center of pain was hidden
        techniques of the theatre
        so well known
        rendered
        no funerals on the ark
        formless things were sometimes
        thrown off
        the smell
        was too much
        …………………………agony cannot stay
        …………………………erased vocabulary
        manufactured pain
        spectators
        Noah loved to penetrate beneath
        the thin surface
        a regular fruitcake

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      • multiplemichael

        NOAH OFTEN EXPOSED HIS MONOMANIACAL SELF-LOVE
        THE WORLD WAS FULL OF SUBMISSIVE DEPENDENCE
        NEVER THE TIME OR THE PLACE
        THE LIPS OF HIS MANHOOD
        NAMELESS
        AND SENSITIVE
        *even mental projection could be too rough

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  4. multiplemichael

    WITH ZEST AND NERVOUS HUMOUR
    METICULOUS GENITALS
    THE JUMBLED JUNK
    BIBLICAL RAWHIDE
    —————-NO ONE EVER TALKS
    ABOUT WHY THEY HAD TO CUT
    OFF THE FORESKIN
    BACK IN BIBLICAL TIMES
    *alleged embodiment of evil

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    • multiplemichael

      NOAH LIVED A LIFE OF DELETIONS
      SACRIFICES
      TRAVELING COMPANIONSHIP
      DISMAL WEATHER
      AND THEN THERE
      WAS THE ARRANGEMENT
      OF THE ANIMALS
      THE ENDLESS SOUNDTRACK
      AT NIGHT
      THE SMELL OF SMELLS
      *bible people pruned the dialogue

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      • multiplemichael

        THREE DAYS ON THE ARK
        AND NOAH SUFFERED AN INFANTILE ATTACK
        IMPRISONED IN A PHYSICAL BODY
        NOAH WAS THE FATHER OF MODERN MAN
        A WORLD OF SLAVES—PUNGENT CHILDREN
        UNCONTROLLABLE WOMEN

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      • eatmorewords

        three days suffering at sea
        hay bale beds
        ebb and flow
        resting head on a cows stomach,
        the father of modern man spent years looking for land

        pungent children of uncontrollable woman smelt a mile downwind – a regression towards darker times

        a balancing act of mathematics
        she flicked through his body of work thinking of nothing but typewriters & warehouses

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      • eatmorewords

        I buried myself under a mountain of photos
        photos of inanimate objects
        all humans faces scratched out with car keys
        (don’t ask
        me why)

        parts of the ark
        washed up on shore
        – a thousand houses nailed together from its spine

        I show my children scrapbooks of things they would never see

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      • eatmorewords

        righteous poetry from any angle is righteous poetry –
        the eye of the beholder is the difference between lofty heights and lows
        lower then a caterpillars stomach

        in the hotel
        second floor
        I can hear the room above
        the tcccck tcccck of the sewing machine sewing sentences together,
        nocturnal work for nimble fingers
        daytime a spent fulfilling orders for clown curtain trousers

        (If I was a doctors I’d dismiss all the patients and swallow all the drugs

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      • multiplemichael

        “FEMININE ATTRIBUTES” ON THE ARK
        USELESS, DEPRESSED, EVEN SUICIDAL
        IDENTITY WAS THE GENDER IN THE MIRROR
        THE SEXUAL GLUTTONY OF MALE ANIMALS
        ———-UNNERVING AND UNWELCOME
        LESBIANS MOVED TO FACTORY TOWNS
        CUTLERY MADE RIGHT BABY BIRD

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      • eatmorewords

        gender mirrors with no reflection
        unable to locate your identity
        – confusion over what clothes to wear
        – all of a sudden your shoes no longer fit
        -a shoe horn resembling a spoon
        a silhouette of skyscrapers looks like forks stretching into the night

        male animals with heavy fur

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      • multiplemichael

        MANY SPEAK OF RIGHTEOUS POETRY
        NO ONE SPEAKS OF ROUND-THE-CLOCK
        DEPENDENCY ON CIGARETTES
        URGENT WARNING SIGNS
        THE CONSTANT HANDWASHING
        DOCUMENTING VARIETIES OF POETRY
        AUTONOMOUS BEINGS—-POETS
        MARITAL RELATIONSHIPS
        DOMESTIC CHORES
        BEDROOM PREROGATIVES
        THE SEXUAL ARENA
        CLOWN PANTS OR NOT

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      • multiplemichael

        MALE ANIMALS WITH HEAVY FUR

        ADJECTIVES COLLECT
        SEEKING WARMTH

        YOU SPENT COUNTLESS HOURS
        IN YOUR YOUTH TRYING
        TO DRAW A CIRCLE

        SOME STRANGE CHEMICAL
        YOU USED TO EXFOLIATE

        LATE AT NIGHT YOU WOULD FINGER
        YOUR CIRCLE ATTEMPTS

        THE TIME WAS RIGHT
        THE MASCULINE ANGLE
        WAS CORRECT

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      • eatmorewords

        heavy fur but only when it rains
        drip drip
        dripping drops dangle dead skin piles up
        exfoliant debris – all the co-ordinates were right – and the angle offered a view of structural curves
        and inside
        tunnels and pipes linked everything, small cables
        like ringworms
        linked everything

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      • multiplemichael

        the endless soundtrack at night
        the smell of smells
        to mount too high
        to descend too low
        foreign intercourse
        I saw you trying to enter a circle
        however, I was not Norman

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    • multiplemichael

      SHE with her distant corridors
      you thinking of her wet loop
      all common-sense at home
      dreamers and passers-by
      7000 poets wanting to pee
      bathroom sensitivity
      unexpected—warm drops
      men in corners urinating
      oversized men stand naked
      having removed all clothing
      miniature men use their hands
      to conceal the true root

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    • eatmorewords

      in other parts of town
      “open mike” meant something different,
      gay code for fun times,
      14 passers-by with 14 smartphone to capture the zeitgeist – carved the curves like mash potato mountains –

      she’s seen the film
      & knew the words

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      • multiplemichael

        PRECEDENCE OVER ANY QUESTION OF SIZE
        SHE SAID “YES” MORE THAN “NO”
        THE DOOR WAS OPEN
        SEVERAL TIMES THROUGH HISTORY
        IT MADE FAMOUS RORSCHACH PRINTS
        SOFT, SOFT SMOKE RINGS DADDY

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  5. multiplemichael

    DEROGATORY WORDS
    HONEST THOUGHTS
    NO MATTER HOW ORDINARY
    EXAMINATIONS OF TREASURE-BOXES
    HIDING-PLACES
    READY-MADE
    CREATURE CRACKS
    KEEP-SAKE SLICK
    BEWARE THE TRESPASSER
    A WELL-CALCULATED CHAP
    WITH A GEOMETRICAL PRONG
    CAUTIOUS HANDLING WELL OILED
    OBJECTIONS OVERRIDDEN
    LORD HAVE MERCY

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    • multiplemichael

      JOHNNY BOY WITH HIS HARSH CRITICAL LIGHT
      ——————WHAT——————————————
      RESIDES IN THE HOLLOW HUMANS ?
      RAW WORDS ON THE READER’S PLATE
      SUBPLOTS, BACKSTORY RAMBLING
      POETIC OVERLAPPING—CRAZY-QUILT
      JEWELED POETRY
      DADDY-CAKES
      CRAZY-QUILT JEWELED POETRY
      BLUE BOOKS AND CRUDE COMICS

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