wing 

he looks like the victim of a head on collision with modernity 
a desire to be android 

a love affair with a cctv camera 

future selfies 
nowadays everyone has hair and tattoos

high street lumberjacks 

cereal bowl gruel 
drop the phone

avert your eyes skywards 
mountain hits plane 

plane hits the ground 

investigations mundane

wings never found 
a 100 years of conspiracy theory 

washed up on island shores 

 

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39 comments

  1. multiplemichael

    IT SOUNDS CRAZY
    BUT IT FEELS LIKE
    YOU
    ARE BLAMING ME
    FOR THE PLANE CRASH
    LIKE I PUT SOMETHING IN THE DRINK
    OF THE PILOT AT THE BAR
    LIKE I KNEW
    HE WAS GOING TO FLY OVER A MOUNTAIN
    ———TO HOLD ME RESPONSIBLE
    FOR THE LACK OF FUEL
    WORDS WERE FLYING EVERYWHERE
    NEW WORDS—OLD WORDS
    WORDS FROM A CHILDHOOD MEMORY
    WORDS THAT SET THE PIANO ON FIRE
    IT WASN’T EASY BEING YOUR BROTHER
    YOUR MALE GAZE
    THAT UPSET MY FEMALE FRIENDS
    I FELT LIKE I WAS LIVING
    IN A NATIVITY
    *move over—make room for Johnny Boy

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    • eatmorewords

      living in a nativity
      face painted and forced to wear tights & fake ears,
      constantly rehearsing to the out of tuned fingers playing the keys
      that won’t open the doors

      where reality and comments collide a plane crash landed near my mother lawn

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      • multiplemichael

        THE ELECTRIC BOX OF TONGUES
        REPORTED THAT THE PLANE
        WAS DOWN
        NEAR BRIGHTON CITY AIRPORT
        AN ABSURD NUMBER OF PEOPLE DEAD
        POSSIBLY 2000 CELLULITE-LADEN LADIES
        AND A GENTLEMAN SELLING BOILED EGGS
        *probably days before anyone recovers their sense of humor
        *Joan Rivers was not injured

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      • eatmorewords

        Joan was not injured
        you can’t injure the dead
        – masks six and seven found under and between cellulite laden thighs hidden beneath loose fitting leisure wear –
        they would buy eggs from anyone

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      • multiplemichael

        JOAN WAS STANDING BY THE EGG EXIT
        WHIMSY AND COMPLACENT
        AMERICAN WOMEN SNICKER AT DEATH
        ONLY LAZY PEOPLE GIVE UP THE GAS
        EARLIER SHE HAD SHARED A CANDYBAR
        WITH A BROWN DACHSHUND

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      • multiplemichael

        LORDY CHILD, JOAN CRINGED AT YOUR
        STATEMENT THAT THE DEAD CANNOT
        BE INJURED
        HAVE YOU NOT WITNESSED THE ART
        OF DISCOUNT FUNERAL PARLORS ?
        PEOPLE IN KENTUCKY BURY THEMSELVES
        “BURY THEM DEEP OR DON’T BOTHER AT ALL”

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      • eatmorewords

        clown funerals buried in face point and a nose that goes HONK HONK HONK
        – buried in paper
        – space is limited at the funeral home so they bury them vertical – feet on dead heads feet on dead heads –
        a ladder of corpses

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      • eatmorewords

        no warmth at burials
        they should taken place in winter
        when gravediggers can’t open the land
        – clenching for fear of releasing an egg and bringing shame as they lower her down
        – generosities cut both ways

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      • multiplemichael

        THE TRICK OF PUTTING IN THE BODY
        SWINGING MELODY DADDY
        TORMENTS AND TORTURES
        BANG IT TO THE CURB
        UNDER PRESSURE
        AND LACKING INSPIRATION
        THE PRODUCT IS THE CORPSE
        THE SERVICE IS THE COVERED HOLE
        SACRIFICE THE COINS
        NO DOLLAR STORE DECORATIONS

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      • eatmorewords

        three weeks in the hole with the party of lost explorers
        under pressure causing nose bleeds and bouts of violent vomiting
        no strength to “bang it to the curb”
        -sweating the evil out
        – night classes in trepanning
        – everyday attempts to be a better person with stronger abs and healthier hair but a lack of imagination leads her to look like her over there or her in the coffee shop – a street of mirrors at dusk

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      • multiplemichael

        THREE WEEKS LOST IN A HOLE
        WITH EXPLORERS
        HIRED FROM A WILL-WORK-FOR-FOOD
        LINE AT THE BUS STOP
        EXHAUSTION AND GRIEF
        AND TERRIBLE BUTT RASH
        HISTORY BEING THE SALVAGE
        IF ONLY SOMETHING CAN SURVIVE
        POSSIBLY A FEW TORN LETTERS
        GOD FORBID…..MISSPELLINGS

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      • eatmorewords

        they scratch the rash
        below the belt line, the leather that separates top
        from bottoms
        – the men in the transit van pick the other men up from the bus stop and set them to work – minimal tasks
        building walls to keep people out

        Europe is full of trucks with dead bodies in the back
        no airplane magazines here

        nothing to see

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      • eatmorewords

        tiny ladder but long rungs
        online
        special offer for the billionth customer
        free beard thrown in
        instant saviour disguise
        but I used a fake ID
        a stolen card
        delivered to an unknown address 6miles from here

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      • multiplemichael

        THE LABORS OF SCHOLARS
        LONG RUNGS ON TINY LADDERS
        ————————————————
        ————————————————
        MISREADING “MOBY DICK”
        WITH SUICIDAL CREATIVITY

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      • multiplemichael

        A NATIVITY IN THE OCCUPIED ZONE
        TIGHTS AND FAKE EARS
        ONCE WORN BY SYLVIA PLATH
        GOD-INFLICTED GROIN POSTERS
        FROM PENTHOUSE MAGAZINE
        *longshoremen in the bathroom
        tossing white

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  2. multiplemichael

    JUST THINK WHAT IT MUST HAVE BEEN LIKE
    TO HAVE BEEN CHOSEN TO BE VIRGIN MARY
    JUST OUT OF THE GATE OF BLOOMING SEXUALITY
    AND YOU BECOME THE MOTHER OF JESUS
    *God with his dog collar around your throat

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  3. multiplemichael

    THAT WAS WHAT THE PILOT
    WAS TELLING ME ABOUT
    AT THE AIRPORT BAR
    TROUBLED SLEEP
    AND THOUGHTS ABOUT MARY
    HER LIFE BY INDIRECTION
    ANATOMICAL PRIVACIES
    NOT ORDINARY
    A MIXTURE OF EROS AND DISGUST
    AT THE HEART OF THAT BIRTH
    JESUS WITH HIS PHALLIC HEAD FIRST

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    • eatmorewords

      the pilot took on different personas – sometimes one thing doesn’t meant that one thing –
      the place became something different –
      but on that train
      captured on film
      miles from their mothers arm
      intersecting points under bridges
      ‘cross land sewn up and signed,

      touch disgust
      code: selfish*

      * God bless the cold wind
      and its refreshing consequence,**

      **the fall

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      • multiplemichael

        THE PILOT WAS POSTING SELF-MOCKING
        PARAGRAPHS ON HIS BLOG
        WHETTED APPETITES….THE LOT
        HAVING EATEN BOILED EGGS
        PASS THE SELL-BY DATE
        ————————————————————
        JUST THINK OF THE DIFFERENCE
        —BARN DOOR
        —BACK DOOR
        SOFTHEADED POETRY
        READERS PIERCING THE PRETENSIONS
        PERHAPS THE PILOT WAS A MODERNIST

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      • eatmorewords

        old egg exits
        a down wind waft
        – pegs on noses at the selected hour –
        – we know the effects
        “he’s not dumb
        he’s not simple
        he’s the pilot”*
        – on medication supplies by dubious signatures
        – daddies “man” will see you straight

        I saw the blog and logged out

        *grandaddies line

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      • multiplemichael

        HE KEPT SAYING, “UNLESS YOUR PANT LEG
        IS ON FIRE WHO GIVES A DAMN ABOUT HELL”
        A POET FOND OF THE WORD—BUTTONHOLE
        MILDEWED DRIVEL—PROSTITUTE POETRY
        BULLETINS FROM THE HOME-OFFICE
        LONG SABBATICALS BETWEEN POEMS
        OFTEN TAKING A GLANCE BACKWARDS
        TOWARD INTERCOURSE
        WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME ?

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      • multiplemichael

        A WHITE-GLOVED HOSTESS
        POINTING AT THE GYN TENT
        SAXOPHONES WITH LIPSTICK
        CURIOUS LESS HIDEBOUND LADIES
        EVIDENCE OPEN FOR ALL TO SEE
        FREQUENTLY EMBARRASSING TONES
        JUICIER THAN RIPE TOMATOES
        TOOTS DECODED
        GEOLOGICAL

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      • eatmorewords

        saxophone lips & blown out cheeks that expand with air – dizzy like Gillespie
        evidence can be used to exonerate or condemn –
        her white gloves won’t remain white for so long
        soiled fingers and dirty nails

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      • multiplemichael

        IDIOSYNCRATIC SENSIBILITY
        A SIDE-DISH FOR BOILED EGGS
        POETRY FULL OF PRIVATE PLEASURE
        INSUFFICIENTLY GROUNDED THOUGHTS
        LIKE JOAN, OF GREAT STATURE
        COULDN’T TOAST A MARSHMALLOW
        *possibly wearing the leavings of a theatrical trunk

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      • multiplemichael

        LATE-NIGHT COMMERCIAL FOR POETRY
        OUTSIDE THE FUNNELING OF TIME
        WORDS HAVE A GOOD SHELF LIFE
        odd personalities in the shadows
        NO FLOWERS IN THE CONCRETE WORLD
        INBREEDING———FLARF
        TINY LADDERS OF ACHIEVEMENT
        NEIGHBORS PAINTING EVERYTHING WHITE

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  4. multiplemichael

    500 YEARS FROM NOW
    THESE THREE LINES
    WILL STILL BE IN PRINT:
    ———————————–
    A MIXTURE OF EROS AND DISGUST
    AT THE HEART OF THAT BIRTH
    JESUS WITH HIS PHALLIC HEAD FIRST

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  5. multiplemichael

    THE CRAZY OLD MAN WAS PAINTING IMAGES
    OF GIRAFFES ON FIRE
    A GRAPE LEFT IN THE SUN AND ELEMENTS
    INTERVIEWS IN AIRLINE MAGAZINES
    COLOR PHOTOS OF HIS COBRA-LIKE PENIS
    PAIN WAS THE COMPASS NEEDLE
    ONE SIMPLE BITE
    *pancakes with Jesus

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    • multiplemichael

      FICTIONAL CHARACTERS
      NO LONGER WANTING TO BE
      SEXUAL ANIMALS
      *the victimization of others
      A LIFE REFLECTED
      IN A FICTIONAL MIRROR
      TO IMITATE REAL LIFE
      NEVER TO RE-CREATE IT
      A POSSIBLE SHAMEFUL DEATH
      HEMLOCK IN THE BUTT

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      • multiplemichael

        THE METAL SNAKE HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THE SIZE OF HUMANS
        THE SIZE OF THE POLO PONY…………..YES
        MINGLING PLEASURE………….FRONTAL INTERCOURSE
        FACES WEDDED……..CHARMING INNERMOST
        PINK FLAPS………..A TIGHT FLESH SHOE
        —————————————————————–
        POETRY BASED ON THE CONDUCT OF SEED
        ——————————————————————
        POETRY BASED ON THE CONDUCT OF SEED
        ——————————————————————
        POETRY BASED ON THE CONDUCT OF SEED

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      • eatmorewords

        flesh shoe
        one foot is alway bigger than the other, your eyes never grow
        the seed is sown
        the seed is down

        utter dedication to the art

        pink flaps like animal ears
        polo ponies mix in high society, smoke the best cigars
        Argentinian meat shipped in cans, will last a 1000 years,

        I couldn’t walk a mile in those shoes

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      • multiplemichael

        ALL THE REST IS PRETENCE
        CHILDREN OF GOD WITH DIRT UNDERNEATH
        SPASMODICALLY TOUCHING THE BUTTON
        PREPARATORY EXERCISES—QUIVERING
        UNSEEING EYES IN OTHER ROOMS
        WILL HE TAKE HER EASY ?
        SHE BEING CRACKED

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