at the exit

I.

All I want in the sandwich is meat,

layers of meat,

three different types

10 legs

2 wings

6 eyes

In my spare time I design logos for companies that don’t exsist.

I fall asleep and wake up three weeks later

to a thriller on TV,

a gun attached to a detective,

set somewhere but not here.

There is a bridge connecting two places.

ii.

I’d have a cameo in my own life

(if it was ever filmed)

and I’d be ‘talking man in

restaurant’

Or, ‘man in the queue at the bank’

And from the list I remembered

“(24) fear gives way to anger “

iii.

She smiles a bit more genuinely now,

these days she can swim out to the markers.

The closest you ever came to kissing her was when

you shared a joint at that party.

iiii.

I memorised the A to Z

the roads, the names. I underlinedunderlined things

with magic markers,

but realised there’s no magic in pens anymore

and I underlined important places,

you know

like churches, pubic footpaths

bridal ways, hills with low gradients,

and I still take high doses in the right

measures.

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40 comments

  1. multiplemichael

    MEAT SANDWICH
    IS THAT TELEOLOGICAL
    OR NON-TELEOLOGICAL
    ORIENTAL MYSTICISM
    SPECULATIVE
    and I think crazy thoughts
    WOULD I EAT A MEAT SANDWICH
    AND STARE AT GUSTAV JUNG’S BUTTOCKS
    WOULD I EAT MEAT THAT HAD VESTIGIAL
    GILL-SLITS
    POETRY ONLY WORKS
    IF YOU
    HAVE GROUP PSYCHE-MEMORY
    LIKE DRACULA
    SLEEPING IN SOFT RICH SOIL

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  2. multiplemichael

    STIMULATED BY THE THOUGHT OF REWARD
    —————————————————————–
    THAT’S WHAT THE READER WANTS
    ————REWARD—————————————-
    DRAIN THE WATER FROM THE OCEANS
    GIVE US HAPPINESS
    WE CAN TAKE HOME
    —————————————————————–
    THE CONSCIOUS MIRROR REFLECTS
    THE OUTER JOHNNY BOY
    THE BEACH IS NO LONGER A BEACH
    WITHOUT THE WATER
    JUST A PILE OF SAND AND PEBBLES
    ——————————————————————
    UNMOURNED DEATH BY THE TONS
    THERE’S A DEAD GIRL OVER THERE
    GUESS WHAT COLOR HER EYES ARE
    *instantly you think…not without a reward

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    • multiplemichael

      CRAZY CONVERSATIONS
      ABOUT PAYING SOMEONE
      TO BREAK IN
      AND STEAL
      YOUR VALUABLES
      VIRTUALLY UNTOUCHED
      BOOKS
      FACTORY KEEPSAKES
      THINGS BROWN WITH BURN
      THEY FOUND YOUR MOST HIDDEN
      TRIBULATIONS
      GROUP PHOTOGRAPHS
      WHERE I WAS SINGLED OUT

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      • eatmorewords

        singled out in a group photograph – school image, you at the back
        left
        circled with black marker – teacher to the right
        fat kid in the middle
        all those eyes
        staring at the lens
        in a police line up
        your’ll never get fingered
        the detectives in disguise and missing the glues
        well rubbed lamp
        broken spine of both book and man
        ( the next best line is always on tip of your tongue, out of reach )


        I paid the man to keep the secrets
        secret

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      • multiplemichael

        you did not pay the man enough
        your secret is no longer secret
        internalized I admit
        lost childhood like
        look, mommy !
        mechanistic
        flarf—an effort to recapitulate and mimic
        unbroken stares at the market
        the flarf machine is not dead
        it leaks mockery
        poetry as a dry cackling
        perhaps too dry and cackling

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      • multiplemichael

        I GOT TOO OLD TO BE AN ALL-AMERICAN BOY
        RAISED TO A PREORGASMIC PLATEAU
        AND THEN DISCARDED
        A LIFE OF DENIAL
        DISPLACEMENTS OF INTEREST
        PLENTY OF SHADOW-PLAY
        PRAISE-WORTHY THOUGHT ACTIVATION
        WILLING TO SWALLOW THE ALTERNATE
        INNER EXAMINATION AT ART SCHOOL
        A CHARADE OF OBSERVING AND WITNESSING

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      • multiplemichael

        YOU NEVER DISCUSS YOUR COLLECTION
        OF FACTORY KEEPSAKES
        MEMORY FLUTTERS
        A STRONG TRANSITIONAL BROWN
        ——REMEMBER THAT YOU WERE ALL JAZZED
        UP ON PROPHECY
        THAT SOMETHING WAS GOING TO HAPPEN
        DISSOLVING DAYS, MONTHS, YEARS
        DECIDUOUS POEMS HAVE LOST THEIR WORDS
        SCHEDULES TO OBSCURE ENDS
        *you stand outside the Rush Meat Market
        ——hardships and adventures only a zipper away

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      • multiplemichael

        sometimes I think that you got paid
        to erase me from the family photographs
        ——————————————————
        always arguing the meaning of the Genesis story
        Good Lord Son—it always ends in tragedy

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      • eatmorewords

        the pictures were sold to ‘interested parties’, friends of the one armed man – ( I won’t mention the price) –

        ends in tragedy like dead men walking

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      • multiplemichael

        THE PRICE—GRAPES OF GALL
        THE PRICE—BITTER CLUSTER
        ——————————————–
        preoccupation with biology
        human beings so rudimentary
        that they are almost animal-like
        erased from the family album
        rudimentary, dear Michael

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      • eatmorewords

        the price the price the price
        always about the price – like a naked arse in a smut flick
        it goes up and down
        up and down
        rudimentary economics
        supply and demand
        I demand
        she supplies

        biology is always there
        the photo album of faces of families, relatives you’ve never met, knee high to a grasshopper

        dear John letters leave a bad taste in the swallow tube

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  3. multiplemichael

    PHOTOGRAPHS OF FAMILY LIFE
    NEAR-CARTOON
    ACTUAL GRATIFICATION
    DOES NOT TAKE PLACE
    DILEMMAS THAT MOVE IN DEEPER REGIONS
    SAVAGE AND TERRIFYING
    WHAT CHANCE OF WINNING
    IN FRONTAL COMBAT ?

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    • eatmorewords

      carton speech bubbles of empty rhetoric – gratification or gentrification – the myth of modernity
      biting the pillow
      Or bite the bullet

      either way
      we are marked men

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      • multiplemichael

        BLACKMAIL THAT KEEPS VICTIMS
        FROM EXERCISING THEIR RIGHTS
        WATCH STUPID SPORTS ON TELEVISION
        OR CAUSE EMOTIONAL DISTRESS
        IN A POSITION
        TO GRANT OR WITHHOLD
        endless reams of litigation
        70,000 INNUENDOS
        EACH WORD
        CAN BE FOUND IN A FAMOUS POEM

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      • multiplemichael

        PHOTOGRAPHS OF FAMILY LIFE
        NEAR-CARTOON
        MEMBERS OF A GROUP
        INFLATED DEFINITIONS
        ————-daddy——
        DADDY ZIGZAGGING
        TRYING TO SURVIVE
        MOCKING LAUGHTER
        THE HARDER HE LABORED
        THE SMELL OF BRIMSTONE
        DEEPER IN THE MUCK
        MOCKING LAUGHTER
        THE HARDER HE LABORED
        HIS WANG
        NO LONGER CASTING A SHADOW

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      • multiplemichael

        HALLUCINATORY FANTASIES
        GHOSTLY VISITATIONS
        PHOTOS OF FAMILY HISTORY
        TOUGH-STEMMED BROTHER
        YOU THOUGHT OF HIM
        AS A BOOTLEGGER
        YOU TRIED TO PURCHASE
        A SIMPLE APOLOGY

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      • eatmorewords

        no apology given
        boots left at the door
        dinner set at the table
        roughage and moonshine
        recipes passed down from generation to generation, poachers pockets filled with birds and feathers
        – bootleg shack run down rocking chair veranda shotgun security – round them parts family trees mingle – the web toes cousin and the six fingered niece

        all fodder for the carnival

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      • multiplemichael

        to be on top of a hierarchy
        head-counting at the table
        the boys get served first
        ——-unable to interrupt a swallow
        hunger translated
        *wait and die suffering

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      • eatmorewords

        simple daydreams
        beaches and lottery roll overs
        tour bus blues
        when you say my name
        whisper with reverence
        I’ve told strangers on the bus about the strange lights at the Curie house – I’ve drawn pictures with pencils, poor attempts to capture a crystalline moment before the abduction –
        behind a wall of perfect numbers – in the canteen they discussed cold cases and the perfection of maths –
        – she unloaded her brain of unwanted tittle tattle
        – Johnny Boy flying through space with a ray gun

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      • multiplemichael

        BRIGHT THREADS
        FROM A TAPESTRY OF MEAT
        UNREQUITED BLOOD
        NEVER CONSUMMATED
        HEAVILY BRUISED
        FROM THE HONEYMOON
        GENITALS LIKE ANGRY PUPPETS
        THE GRAVEN IDOLS OF THE PAST

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      • eatmorewords

        tapestry trousers
        meat mask replica –
        discarded album title #4 –
        recorded underwater
        welts on left hand –
        snorkel bubble blues
        she played the oboe**

        – genitals like spatchcock chicken
        – like a champion fighters pummelled profile

        ** carry on poetry

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      • multiplemichael

        I TRIED TO GOOGLE SPATCHCOCK CHICKEN
        AND HOMELAND SECURITY
        CAME ON THE SCREEN
        AND TOLD ME
        IN RATHER HARSH WORDS
        TO MOVE ON
        HOLY MOLY LAD
        I SLEEP UNDER THE STAIRS NOW
        NOT MUCH ROOM TO DROP

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  4. multiplemichael

    ALL I WANTED TO DO
    WAS SOMEHOW PEEL OFF THE MEAT
    AND STICK IT BACK ON THE ANIMAL
    THE MEAT WANTED TO PULL
    ME CLOSER
    A TAD APPREHENSIVE
    EMBEDDED IN THE MEAT
    TINY CHRISTIAN MOUTHS
    PRAISING THE LORD

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    • multiplemichael

      I WAS KINDA PRAISING THE LORD TODAY
      WHEN YOUR PLASTIC SURGEON
      CALLED WITH THE BASE FIGURE
      FOR THE PROPOSED WORK
      HE SAID THAT HE COULDN’T
      MAKE YOUR MOVABLE PARTS
      MOVE BETTER
      BUT THEY WOULD BE MORE PLEASING
      TO THE EYE
      I WAS THINKING MAY BE
      WE COULD CHARGE PEOPLE
      TO LOOK AT YOU

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  5. multiplemichael

    ——————–I WAS THINKING MAY BE WE COULD
    CHARGE PEOPLE TO LOOK AT YOU——————–
    —————–all that man could be—————————
    STANDING ON A STACK OF VALENTINES
    DISOWNING THOUGHTS OF MARRIAGE
    GOTTA PUT A FOOT ON THE BRAKE
    TO START THE CAR
    HER GIANT BUTT
    HAD ITS OWN REALITY SHOW
    *take up the needle
    sew me into your life
    I can fit inside the screen

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  6. multiplemichael

    HOW MUCH WOULD READERS PAY TO SEE BLOSSOMS ON A DEAD TREE ?
    IMAGES OF ASCENSION
    IMAGES OF REACENSION
    VAGUELY INCESTUOUS THOUGHTS
    CONVERSATIONAL POETRY
    “outdoors is full of unbearable reality

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      • eatmorewords

        scalpel surgeon does it for the kicks
        potato models of before and after
        the male doctor ridiculed at school for wanting to study penises
        – everything is inside out
        – the world is upside down
        A thousand nose bleeds a day during the menstrual cycle

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    • eatmorewords

      readers would pay a sack of magic beans to see blossoms fall from a dead tree
      scented raindrops
      gnarled knuckles dragged across the ground – simian gait – throwback to early evolution
      ape man with gun

      constitutional rights and blind alleyways

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  7. multiplemichael

    STANDING ON A STACK OF VALENTINES
    DISOWNING THOUGHTS OF MARRIAGE
    ———————————————————
    ———————————————————
    A LIFE BUILT FROM PAIN
    THE WINDOWS MISSING
    THE SMELL OF THE BULLS
    BLUE-BLACK
    CHALK AND CINDERS

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    • eatmorewords

      stacks of valentines
      self published like the flarf man
      desire to be the best next door neighbour a vat of salt waiting to be lent
      black bulls behinds barbed wire
      feed at a distance
      no windows and just the frames to access a view
      at angles
      of mountains and factories if dead machines

      our marriage is based on shifting plates
      slow moving icebergs
      jazz town melodies where the Otis men cut a rug

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      • multiplemichael

        OTIS MEN OFTEN PARALYZED BY SHYNESS
        EMBARRASSING SHOWERS
        AT THE SHOP
        WITH BIG FINGERS LOUIE
        AND THE CAVEMAN CLAN
        WATCHING THE SUDS
        AND BUBBLES
        PUBIC COLOR WAS A MINOR COMEDY
        SIZE WAS A DIFFERENT HORSE ALTOGETHER

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      • multiplemichael

        jazz town melodies—no mention of the dark city
        Otis men with their highs and lows
        constant challenges
        stairwells promoting free exercise
        perhaps a stolen kiss or caress
        a single toke pipe
        traumatic graffiti from Oedipus
        anything to stir memories
        a hard stick for mother
        the taboo of bodily limits
        daddy with a gun
        to the back
        of your head

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      • eatmorewords

        gun daddy in cities far flung
        from family ties – seed spread like the spray of rampage bullets
        stolen kids from stolen lips he keeps in a box
        velvet lined like a million dollar coffin

        measured miles with magic sticks

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      • multiplemichael

        WHAT WOULD STEAL A BABY ?
        CHURCH MEMBERS
        AUDIENCE MEMBERS
        AUTOMATA FASHIONED IN A CUTLERY DEPOT
        UNCANNY PEOPLE LIKE ANCIENT GRAVEN IDOLS
        SOMETIMES I BECOME MOSES
        MAINSTREAM MOSES
        AVANT-GARDE MOSES
        A SON OF THE LIVING FIRE
        READILY IDENTIFIABLE MICHAEL
        ————————————————
        ————————————————
        SMOKING SMACK
        AND METH
        FROM PULSBO, WASHINGTON
        GOT NO TIME FOR JUVENILIZED
        HALLOWEEN LEGAL BUD
        BABY SKELETONS PULL UP YOUR DIAPERS

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      • multiplemichael

        RESORT TO DRUGS
        DISRUPTIVE BEHAVIOR
        ADEQUATE MOTEL FACILITIES
        ZILLION RULES
        PILLS STOLEN OR MISPLACED
        SORRY—NEXT MONTH
        SECLUSION IS A GOOD THING
        HALLUCINATIONS
        AND ODD BEHAVIOR INDOORS
        WITH FAMILY AND LOVED ONES
        NO SCHIZOPHRENIC STUNTS ON TV
        NO TOUCHING POLICEMEN
        OR POLICE DOGS
        OR POLICE CARS

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      • multiplemichael

        SECLUSION IS SUGGESTED
        ————-REQUESTED
        ———————-EXPECTED
        PEOPLE FEAR “FOLLOW-UPS”
        PAINFUL CONVERSATIONS
        PERPLEXING THEMES
        PARTICIPANTS—when did I stop being a
        PERSON ?
        PSYCHIATRIC POETRY
        POCKETBOOK POETRY
        PONY AT THE NURSING STATION

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