#4 automatic writing 

the birds fly around the crash site, not over it – the wreckage is bent and  crippled at angles

 the birds fly across all points of the compass spinning away from true north 

we are lost amongst family and friends

acquaintances & secretaries 

at desks on the 35th floor 


– not a single kiss placed on perfect lips –


when they released the files your name was expunged 

blacked out, 

the past never happened like we remembered 


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24 comments

  1. multiplemichael

    ANXIETY OVER SPIRITUAL INTRANSIGENCE
    NOT A SINGLE THOUGHT ABOUT THE IDIOTS
    FLYING THE MACHINE
    OR THE PEOPLE SITTING AROUND ME
    SNACKING ON HORSE LIPS
    RESTING ON BEDS OF LETTUCE
    BROWN DEEP-FRIED HORSE LIPS
    BLOSSOMS PERCHANCE
    TO BEAR NO FRUIT

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    • eatmorewords

      a diet of horse lips & rotten fruit
      surrounded by idiots
      here and there
      not enough time to give them thought

      like a dripping tap i can’t block out

      deep fried books

      dematerialise in front of my tired eyes

      the opening line said p’tweet p’tweet

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      • multiplemichael

        RESTRICTED TOPOGRAPHY: THE BATTLEFIELD
        WHERE READERS GO TO MOAN
        INDICATED BY LIMITING ADVERBS
        EVIDENCE IN BLACK AND WHITE
        BIBLICAL DESCRIPTIONS
        OF LIVING BLOOD
        JERUSALEM RED
        WOUNDED WORDS INHABIT
        THE FIELDS OF REVELATION
        A BURIAL SPOT OF FRAGILE THOUGHTS
        EXAMPLES OF UNDERSTATEMENT
        UNRESOLVED DILEMMA AND HER CHILDREN
        FAITH AND DOUBT BOTH MISSING TEETH
        NEW CURRENTS OF THOUGHT
        AMPUTATED ORTHODOX HANDS
        MATERIALISTS LOVING THE LORD
        “OH MIGHTY SUPERSTITION”

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      • multiplemichael

        THE BROTHEL WAS ONCE A CHURCH
        BEFORE THE WAR
        FROM SAINTS TO WHORES
        COARSE REMARKS AND NASTY STAINS
        THE NECESSITY OF CHOOSING
        YOUR AUNT, YOUR FRIEND’S SISTER
        A GRADE SCHOOL EMPLOYEE
        AND THEN THERE WAS
        THE TURKISH STRONG MAN
        IF YOU WERE INTO ROPE
        AND SODOMY

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  2. multiplemichael

    THE TURKISH STRONG MAN NEVER CHANGED HIS SHIRT
    HE HAD COUNTLESS BIRD BITE SCARS ON HIS ARMS
    HIS SHACK WAS FULL OF MEDICAL PARAPHERNALIA
    RUMOR HAD IT THAT MANY TROUBLED SOULS
    HAD COMMITTED SUICIDE WITH HIS HANDS
    NOT MUCH FOR SEDUCTION OR FINESSE

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  3. multiplemichael

    ————–THE THOUGHT OF YOU SITTING THERE——————-
    THE THOUGHT OF YOU SITTING THERE WITH YOUR MAIDEN AUNTS
    TRYING TO CLING TO THE SOOTHING COMFORT OF THEIR COMPANY
    THE DIRTY GERMANS WITH THEIR WEAKENED INTELLIGENCE
    MOLOCH, ADRAMELECH, AND ASMADAI…..TICKING FAILURES
    ZILLIONS OF CLOCKS—-EACH WITH A MADE-UP TIME
    TIME IS A NOSTALGIC CARESS—WHAT CATALYST FOR THIS RESOLVE ?

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      • eatmorewords

        Toothpick people
        firewood for the heathens
        palm prints on the window
        a sign of confinement

        on the Moors the expedition party were lost for weeks
        survived on eating Bibles and backpacks

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      • multiplemichael

        ON THE MOORS THE EXPEDITION PARTY
        LOST FOR WEEKS
        ARGUED ABOUT THE DECAY
        OF RELIGIOUS VALUES
        AS THEY CONSUMED SMALL BIBLES
        PASSIONATELY SUCKING ON WADS OF PAPER
        AS IF THEY WERE MAGICALLY MAKING SOUP
        IN THEIR INK STAINED MOUTHS
        —THE MEANING OF OUR EXISTENCE
        THAT WAS THE QUESTION
        THE EXISTENCE OF GOD
        DEVOTION TO HIS SERVICE
        TRYING TO MEASURE THE DIMENSION OF DEPTH
        IN RELIGION, IN LOVE, EVERY DAY ACTIVITIES
        TRYING TO RENDER WHAT IT MEANS TO BE HUMAN

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  4. multiplemichael

    MORE DEPENDENT ON EACH OTHER FOR DELIGHT
    INDEPENDENT OF THE WORLD OUTSIDE
    ————-ALL THOSE OLD-FASHIONED THOUGHTS
    POETIC LICENSE ?
    SELF-DRAMATIZATION WAS COMMON
    PRIVACY ON THE THRONE
    WITH THE DOOR LOCKED
    MATHEMATICS
    AND A QUICK HAND

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    • multiplemichael

      HEAVENLY HURT
      BEHIND THE BATHROOM DOOR
      YET NO ONE SEES THE SCARS
      THE METHOD ITSELF
      AS HERE IS EMPLOYED
      A LAST RESORT
      FOR THE SUFFERING MAN
      ————————————
      ————————————
      NO ONE CAN ARGUE THE DISTANCE
      YET THE STARING EYES OF THE DEAD
      BURN IN YOUR FLAMES MADE HIGHER

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      • multiplemichael

        TOOTHPICK PEOPLE CROWD THE LANDSCAPE
        LANDSCAPE CRIES OUT FOR MORE LIGHT
        IN YOUR POETRY
        THE LANDSCAPE BECOMES EXTINGUISHED
        YOUR WORDS TORTURE THE SHADOWS
        SHADOWS THAT YOU HAVE MEASURED
        AND FOUND TO EXTEND TO INFINITY

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      • eatmorewords

        bible men see sinister signs
        -floods in rural Arkansas
        ( the price for the acceptance of sodomy – online daily )
        remember the Alamo
        as Texas is washed away –
        – matchsticks men of Northern England
        walking tinder dampened by constant rain
        – no shadows on a sunless isle
        – piano key teeth stained –
        she stood agape in front of his smile
        darker then a rabbit hole,

        – a dead black mouth,
        a wormhole,
        a burrow,
        dark like the under belly of a lost submarine

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      • eatmorewords

        as tall as he is was wide
        his shadow casts darkness over your poetry – you can’t see the words –
        buried beneath
        a million little footprints
        that follow the path,

        landscape flux
        tilted in favour of the horizon

        a self group for the survivors of leviathan –
        burns victims and those with missing fingers
        ( industrial accidents with no witnesses out of court
        settlements )

        a semi circle of chairs in a room big enough for small talk

        a late arrival breeds suspicion

        ticker tape pubis celebrated the grand opening

        each sentence is a different world

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      • multiplemichael

        SODOMY BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
        POETRY— DRY AND CACKLING
        PERVERSE AND MECHANISTIC
        OUT OF WEAKNESS OR STRENGTH
        SURRENDER OR MASTERY
        PRONOUNS WITH LUBE
        ————————————————————–
        ————————————————————–
        ————————————————————–
        I WANTED AVANT-GARDE DELIGHTS
        PHOTOGRAPHS OF JACQUELINE KENNEDY
        HER SCISSOR-CUT LIPS AND BANGS
        HER BUNGHOLE BLACK
        WITH COAL AND CONTROVERSY

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      • eatmorewords

        jackie o
        – o as a hole –
        – fur trimmed,
        ermine
        fit for a queen
        followed by a cavalcade of suitors (his corpse wasn’t even cold)
        with gifts of silver, intricate cutlery, opiates and one thing on their mind –
        Leviathan build in Camelot –

        – she whispered to him about Cuban shorelines and Russian citadels –

        quick glance towards the book depository –

        avant-garde theatrics, dead detectives, smouldering coals
        slowly dying to embers

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      • multiplemichael

        MEAT—A MINDLESS SENTRY PERPETUALLY AT ATTENTION
        GAZING AT NUDE WOMEN WANTING A POUND
        MEAT—THE BETRAYER AND CORRUPTER
        FULL-BLOODED MEAT
        MEAT WITH ACCELERATION
        ALMOST NECROPHILIC, FLARF POETS COMMENT
        CHARLIE ZERO FILLED WITH WORDS OF PRAISE
        VOYEURISTICALLY ERECT
        MECHANICAL EYES OILED
        IVAN WITH HIS BREATHING ABDOMEN
        THE TOWEL OVER HIS GROIN
        THINK TWICE BEFORE GRASPING
        THE HAUNTING SLOWNESS OF SILENCE
        THE ESSENTIALS OF LIFE ITSELF
        JACQUELINE KENNEY WITH CREVICES
        DEEP…… DEEP FOLDS OF FLESH
        NEVER UNDERESTIMATE FEMALE FLAPS
        GRATIFICATION IS A STRANGE EVENT

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      • multiplemichael

        I SIT IN A GROUP
        PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT MASTER ICONS
        JAZZ HANDS
        AND PASTORAL IDEAS
        I WAS THINKING ABOUT NATURALISTIC VALUE
        SURVIVAL IN THE HUMAN JUNGLE
        NO CHARM IN BEING AN UNNATURAL ANIMAL
        I WOULD NEVER BE ANDY WARHOL

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      • multiplemichael

        YOU SPEAK OF BIBLE MEN
        ARE THEY REALLY BROWN RATS ?
        ————————— ENGLISH SPARROWS ?
        ————————— COYOTES ?
        ————————— NO-GOODS ?
        SINISTER SIGNS:
        ……WOMEN IN YOUR LIFE START TO WORSHIP
        SCIENTIFIC TRAINING
        ……WOMEN IN YOUR LIFE START TO PRACTICE
        PERSONAL DISCIPLINE
        YOU WRITE POETRY ABOUT THE EMBODIMENTS
        OF THE RELATIVELY EXALTED
        I WRITE POETRY ABOUT YOU
        I LIVE IN THE WORLD OF TOOTHPICK PEOPLE
        FOLK-CULTURE LANDSCAPES
        UNCONSCIOUSNESS

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      • multiplemichael

        IT IS TRUE THAT SODOMY KNOCKS AT THE DOOR
        IT IS SADLY NOT THE BIBLICAL SODOMY
        JUST STINKY BROWN KNOB
        BETTER HARVEST ELSEWHERE
        THROUGH THE GERM PLASMS
        DREAM THREADS—DELICATE NERVES
        SIGNAL LIGHTS JOHNNY BOY
        TUNE INTO THE SIGNAL LIGHTS
        CIVILIZED HISTORY FULL OF BARBARIANS
        VERY LITTLE CHARM IN BEING UNNATURAL
        A COPY OF GUSTAV JUNG
        UNDER THE SHORT TABLE LEG
        *Norman taped books under his shoes to make
        him taller

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  5. multiplemichael

    I WANTED TO SEE PHOTOGRAPHS OF JACQUELINE KENNEDY
    WITH A FREAK TWIN GROWING FROM HER TORSO
    A PUBLIC SCREENING OF HER COAL BLACK
    BUNGHOLE
    WORD-OF-MOUTH POETRY
    DISTURBINGLY INGRATIATING POETRY
    PRONOUNS WITH LUBE
    SODOMY BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
    UNPAID SECRETS
    PORTRAITS OF MEAT
    STANDING MEAT
    UNWATCHABLE MEAT
    *Ivan with a towel draped across his groin

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