she, (blue) 

She was lonely and bought old faded family portraits from secondhand shops to keep her company. 

She painted their faces blue and hung the pictures on the wall.
She spends hours looking at her blue faced family while they spend hours looking at an empty room. 

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  1. multiplemichael

    THE ROOM WAS EMPATHIC
    IT COULD FEEL PAIN
    THE PORTRAITS SUFFERED GREATLY
    THE PRESSURE OF REALITY
    ANGRY SUBATOMIC PARTICLES
    GENITAL OUTLINES CAREENING
    ————SHE HAD THE MUFFLED VOICE
    ————THE FOLDS AND THE EMPTY HOLE
    “STAY CLEAR OF THE CRACK”
    DOUBLE PRISON 100%
    SPACE SUIT PRISON
    ——————————
    THE PORTRAITS ACCUSTOMED TO LIFE
    WITHOUT A BODY
    EACH YEAR IS THE FINAL YEAR
    APE HISTORY WILL CEASE

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    • multiplemichael

      TAKING ENGLISH COURSES
      POETRY RARELY COMES THROUGH INTUITION
      TO READ LITERATURE—TO BE TOLERANT
      POETS WHO BURN CHURCHES
      POETS WHO FAIL TO ADDRESS MORAL ISSUES
      THE FILM PLAYS IN MY MIND
      SHE TOSSED THAT BABY OUT THE CAR WINDOW
      NOT A SINGLE WORD ALL THE WAY HOME
      *it was a crappy ass baby anyway—long dead

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      • eatmorewords

        wipes from front to back
        disagreements at the chop shop
        I need new limbs
        to much movements in all directions
        – I told her to let me rest, night shifts at the factory taking their tool

        the insurgents tried to assemble a Jagger wicker man high on the outcrop –
        – they used old slogans to rally the troops “they’re here
        their queer
        get used to it”
        – “better dead than red”

        carpet bombed dark town with incomprehensible flyers of flarf gibberish

        bath salt hobos fight for scraps

        no war was won with words

        poets family tree stretches along different branches
        longer roots

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      • eatmorewords

        the villain returning to the scene
        the speeding car, windows down
        far flung
        against road sign
        Burma shave ( again )
        Tom Waits reverie

        I bought the wrong part of Jagger on line NO REFUNDS I’m told –

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      • multiplemichael

        ———————–the puppeteer is not in view of the audience
        not comfortable in the jazz club
        all white—-a small bird out of the nest
        subtle character differences
        glued to the beginner’s table
        people laughing at my head

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      • eatmorewords

        fot tapping with a small bird on your knees – the privilege go being born white
        golden spoons with the firs meal of the day

        banned from jazz clubs
        membership ripped up

        people point and laugh

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      • multiplemichael

        we don’t know is queer or quaint
        rather than simply different
        fingers and toes
        the correct number
        is not superficial
        akin to aliens ?
        endless fun and adventure
        never a moment of employment
        money from the money tree

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      • eatmorewords

        cave drawing so of alien beings were found in India, Mexico, Africa
        a strand* that connects
        what is the right number of fingers anyway?
        the man with scissor legs
        trombone arms
        fun to be had

        *i have a reoccurring dream I am pulling a strand of thread form my mouth
        an endless strand of thread that I keep pulling
        i asked the doctor what did it mean and he just scribbled in a pad and asked me about my mother

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      • multiplemichael

        THEY WIRED THE TEETH OF JESUS
        NARRATIVE FLOW SLOWED
        THE ROCKS DIDN’T SING
        THE SINNERS DIDN’T SWAY
        PREHISTORIC PEOPLES ARE ERASED
        POETS MEDDLING IN HUMAN AFFAIRS
        HUMAN ENDEAVORS ARE CHEAP DIVINE VACATIONS
        HUMAN SKINS AND HUMAN TONGUES
        SUITCASES OF HUMAN DRAMA
        THE WORST ANIMOSITY POSSIBLE

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      • eatmorewords

        Jesus teeth stained with the horror
        he just wanted to get closer to the sun
        stifled narrative stumbles along

        (heard on a song : there will be people turning up in canyons. There will be people getting shot in Salt Lake City)

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      • eatmorewords

        the librarian stole her favourites books
        the library became an empty husk of dusty shelves
        a shelter for homeless folk
        – human errors

        the wealth of data was so vast the detectives needed more detectives

        remember the push pins?
        remember

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      • eatmorewords

        love is a four letter word
        like word
        like foot
        like head
        like hand

        parts of the body were off limits but he wouldn’t listen

        weakness through the male line
        distorted DNA

        at the university of Florida they are experimenting on the people no will miss

        faces on milk cartoon

        can we ever measure up Michael?

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      • multiplemichael

        the dark colors of being a child
        in a home of straps
        strapping into bed
        strapping to the bed
        strapping the head
        —————————–from matriarchy to patriarchy
        —————————–be reckoned through father

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      • eatmorewords

        HBO special “holster manufacturing in the mid-west”,
        an economic argument for the continuation of interment –
        unheard of happening
        behind closed doors

        a floating boat
        giraffes on the lookout

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      • eatmorewords

        – the dyslexic readers group meet once a week to judge books by their cover –

        the proofreaders are paid per words

        a filing cabinet of first drafts
        stacked up & left waiting

        people in Chernobyl send postcards to Fukushima

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      • multiplemichael

        HBO SPECIALS ABOUT FEMALE HOLSTERS
        ADJUSTABLE-SPEED VIBRATING DILDOS
        DON’T SAY “NO”
        SAY “JUST NOT NOW”
        FAKE FREEDOM
        FAKE FOOD
        NEW ORLEANS JAZZ
        *if you want—I’ll give you an Obama apology

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    • multiplemichael

      the sound of the treadle
      against
      memories of Kentucky
      poets stuck in thick material
      life as meaningless
      as their socks
      ———————-
      ———————-
      some of the girls
      had to be sewn
      a tuft of flesh
      over the private spot

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    • multiplemichael

      wig-flipping going on over here
      detectives sitting on branches
      tart-tongued star in bipolar spiral
      voters facing Thorazine
      shock therapy
      lobotomy
      petty children tortured
      future poets in an orphanage
      Auschwitz survivors—every one of them
      *buttons saying “up the chimney once”

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      • multiplemichael

        poets in rigor mortis
        brothel educated
        pop poets
        ——————————-malaria
        ——————————-typhus
        ——————————-bedbugs
        the lady poets tried to delay
        gratification

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      • eatmorewords

        delayed gratification
        trying to stick a a finger in the dyke
        hold back the floods
        build the barricades
        – the levee breaks to the sound of New Orleans Jazz

        a sunk city

        she bite her lip and waited

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      • multiplemichael

        NEW ORLEANS JAZZ—A LOT LESS NURTURING
        NO ONE WOULD SAY THAT OUT LOUD
        WORN-OUT BEAT FROM A WOMAN’S MAGAZINE
        CHILDLESS MUSIC
        PRIMITIVE BIRTH CONTROL
        ABORTIONS WITH A STICK
        HBO PANTHEON OF NEW ORLEANS JAZZ
        LIKE FAKE FOOD
        DELAYED GRATIFICATION
        *Taco Bell Diarrhea
        DOWNWARD SLIDE OF A CULTURE
        VERY REALISTIC BUT WHAT ABOUT THE SMELL ?

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      • eatmorewords

        detectives scratching code / writing
        in spiral note pads
        – poor descriptions of half seen events
        padded out to satisfy the inquisitor

        anything read can be considered poetry

        lobotomised for Christmas

        bingo
        full house

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      • multiplemichael

        DETECTIVES WRITE DOWN
        “WIFE, A DINOSAUR IN A PANTSUIT”
        A NONENTITY
        PERHAPS
        one fifty dollar word hidden in a shoe box
        DIVORCED FROM HAPPY TIMES
        PRISON GUARD MOMMY
        RECKLESSNESS IN THE KITCHEN

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      • eatmorewords

        dinosaurs in clown pants
        easy to spot through the trees

        trick or treating with heavy artillery, the children in masks

        no kitchens just fires and burnt
        meat seasoned with earth

        too many TV detectives impersonate real life

        awoken by sirens racing to the landing site

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      • multiplemichael

        ARE YOU CLIMBING A GREASY POLE ?
        competition in poetry—ultimately pointless
        lovers with emotional carryovers
        women with strange shadows
        reflections more creature than human
        I’ve warned you time and time again
        if they fail the tests—leave them at the rest stop

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      • eatmorewords

        no competition –
        no greasy poles just telegraph poles holding up the lines of communication
        – woman with strange eyebrows
        odd creatures aren’t we all?
        – covered in clothes all hearing voices
        silent ones that mumble
        ones that you can’t pin down

        real or unreal?

        left them at the rest stop but went back 30minutes later to pick them up

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      • multiplemichael

        ——–listener’s attention—–
        listening to the words being read
        blood around the target
        the average person throws concerns
        the poet more aligned with background sounds
        preambles and drug tests
        artificial intelligence
        your beloved X-ray vision
        relatives and holiday mates
        just conceptual skeletons
        *I saw you peeking at their fingertips

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      • eatmorewords

        grandfather fought in holy lands
        inside a metal stomach
        slept in dusty pyramids
        came home sun tanned and covered in nightmares
        – tattooed numbers
        displaced bodies
        – shock treatment

        the orphanage
        – survivors of all kinds of things

        build a new ark
        arc light spreads across the foundry

        stolen cutlery shows up on x-Ray machines

        3000 comments
        weaving a narrative

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      • eatmorewords

        obesity Eve never more than 12ft from deep fried food, a chicken in her pocket
        – the night time sweats
        elasticatic pants
        – night murmurs about snakes
        – the irony of the Apple

        no wonder Adam left

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      • eatmorewords

        ringleader Michael
        selling the rocks that will be thrown –
        disgruntled with the flarf man
        flushed the fifth verse down the shitter
        – wiped the slate empty tundra

        self absorption is a must
        self absorbed floating above and looking down

        did I hear bongos in that jazz?

        refrain refrain refrain

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      • multiplemichael

        THE FEAR OF BONGOS IN JAZZ
        MADE THE POET SLIP INTO A THIRD-PERSON OPTION
        BOY SCOUTS CALLED IT, “THIRD-PERSON OMNISCIENT”
        SEE EVERYTHING-EVERYWHERE-AT ANYTIME
        A SMALL COIN PURSE
        SWEDENBORGIAN PRINCIPLES OF OBEDIENCE
        THE OPENING REMAINS CLOSED
        AWKWARDLY THE HONEYMOON ENDS IN SILENCE
        BYSTANDERS HEARD NOTHING
        GENERALIZING OR GENDERIZING ?
        *nothing after that night was ever essentially the same

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      • multiplemichael

        the day the great bird of the sky
        circled Johnny Boy
        parachutes for Christmas
        clothes to suit the occasion
        spoken word trousers
        codpiece diction
        markers in the bedroom
        —–could try
        —–could endeavor
        Johnny smoked
        the Swedish
        the Norwegian
        overstuffed
        all those childhood memories
        that snazzy Aston Martin

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      • multiplemichael

        the confines of being a ringleader
        claustrophobic about consuming meat
        they drop quickly over the flesh
        the boundary in sight
        the river goes both ways
        Lord with a borderline
        his children smothered
        folded articulation

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      • multiplemichael

        IT WAS MY WHITE SERPENT
        SELLING THE ROCKS TO BE THROWN
        I AM PRE-CHRISTIAN
        IT MAKES RELIGIOUS PEOPLE CRAZED
        I LAUGH ABOUT THE REVERSAL OF BIRTH
        TO BE REBORN IN A BETTER PLACE
        NO LONGER AN EARLY DRAFT

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    • multiplemichael

      underhanded poetry—the small print on Broadway playbills
      whimsical talk and late-night perfume
      almost human apes between continents
      you chuckle each morning
      your day is “mapped” out for you
      both touching and sinister
      *tails were whipping around in the men’s room
      *math and maps and ill-fitting symmetry
      *overeducated poets
      *preposterous poetry
      *life ravels away
      THE SWEDISH LADY JUST PUBLISHED A NOVEL
      HIGHLY UNREADABLE—–TOO MANY DETOURS
      LIVING IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY
      SHE COULDN’T SPELL
      BUSINESSLIKE SEX
      COLD AND UNRESPONSIVE
      SUPPER CLUB SEX
      STUFFED ANIMAL INTERCOURSE
      SKIMMED-OFF COTTAGE CHEESE
      POLKA-DOTTED PUBIC HAIR
      WRINGING WET

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      • multiplemichael

        underhanded poetry—-the tub was large enough that I would get in with Tennessee Williams
        whimsical talk with a master of the word on paper
        he had a collection of perfumes—his favorite was from the French Revolution
        there was nothing I could say to change the loop of ape eat ape
        once you chuckled at me from behind a statue of the Virgin Mary

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      • multiplemichael

        underhanded poetry—we traded our lives for milk, bread, and eggs
        achieving a level of unequalled ghoulishness
        each family member a hybrid
        intellectual stimulation in grade school
        color photographs of apes killing apes for food
        not a single person in the Civil War
        had a personality
        American Indians collected turtles for fresh winter meat
        the turtles were really the lost children of Adam and Eve
        no poem is complete until it takes that final step
        ——————(white people)————————-

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      • eatmorewords

        milk
        bread
        eggs
        the holy trinity
        – who was it that first fried an egg?**

        eating the young

        our civil war was fought in a grey swirl of fog
        soldiers ate mushrooms and hallucinated
        – not only fighting themselves but fighting demons and ghosts

        illiterate men roaming fields of Albion, they had never seen a turtle
        let alone eaten one

        **saw it fall from a chicken and decided to cook it, imagine if it was another animal and something else exiting them –
        – parallel universe where omelettes aren’t what they seem

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      • multiplemichael

        THINKING ABOUT FRIENDS WITH GOLDEN HAIR
        I THANK GOD A THOUSAND TIMES A DAY
        THANKS GOD FOR FRIENDS WITH GOLDEN HAIR
        WELL-FITTING CUFFLESS TROUSERS
        RESTLESS $100 DOLLAR BILLS
        CROISSANTS IN EUROPE
        WHIRLING DERVISHES
        ON GERMAN METH

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      • multiplemichael

        PIPE SMOKE AND A FAVORITE READING LAMP
        STICK IT OUT—THE HONEYMOON COMPLICATIONS
        NOT TO MENTION THE DINOSAUR DICK
        DEEP-WATER FISH ON THE MENU
        ODD SHAPED FROM THE PRESSURE
        NUZZLING FISH DEAR BOY
        *clear, crisp, yellow eggs with American bacon
        *a spurt of renewed masculinity

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  2. multiplemichael

    ATTEMPTING TO EXERT A SENSE OF CONTROL
    SHE PAINTED THE PORTRAITS BLUE
    VIOLATED BY HER ACT OF SELF-ASSERTION
    RECIPROCAL RELATIONS WITH VALENTINES
    GYMNASIUM LOVE WITH PAPER HEARTS
    SEXUAL ACROBATICS —INFANTILE FANTASIES
    LOVE-JELLY FROM EARLIER ROMANCES
    *poetry is the talking cure
    *habitual repetition
    *it wasn’t always summer down there
    ATTEMPTIMG TO EXERT A SENSE OF CONTROL
    SHE WORE SUPER THICK PADS
    THE FURROW WITH PILLOW
    HER OCCULT BOTH WIDE AND DEEP
    THE LEATHER—THE FUZZ
    FLOCKS OF BIRDS AND MICK JAGGER

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    • multiplemichael

      ATTEMPTING TO EXERT A FINGER IN THEOLOGY
      BLUE PORTRAITS OF THE AUDIENCE
      DOMESTICATED DEATH ON TELEVISION
      A BOUT OF THRESHING AFTER LIFE
      CRAZY PEOPLE “ACTING OUT”
      POETS MOURNING
      THE PROXIMITY

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    • multiplemichael

      Gymnasium love with paper hearts
      scribbling away
      unknowable words
      monastic life with Emily
      ———————————–catch and appreciate Emily
      midnight sticky—writhing in the sheets
      a blob of Dickinson flesh
      A BLOB OF DICKINSON FLESH

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      • eatmorewords

        all in search of A BLOB OF DICKINSON FLESH – missions and adventurers set out to find it
        to capture it and hang it in a museum for all to see

        $5 entrance fee

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      • multiplemichael

        THROWING ROCKS AT ROBERT FROST
        ducksquirt poetry
        HE SAID AFTER HE SMELLED THE TOES
        BUNGHOLE HE WOULD GO
        NO INTERRUPTIONS—KNOB IN SIGHT
        DOMINATED……MADE UNCOMFORTABLE
        LOVE WITH A TERRIBLE FACE ?
        OPPORTUNISTS (WORD OPPORTUNISTS)
        *60 years ago it wasn’t rape—just a self-absorbed poet with a bananafish

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      • eatmorewords

        poets talking in stanzas
        pausing between a words the silence between
        ex brother and sisters hiding secrets
        faint outline of FATHER FIGURE

        what happened can’t happen again

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  3. multiplemichael

    OLD AND FADED—MICK JAGGER
    WITH HIS DEPICTIONS OF ACTUALITY
    HIS LACK OF INVOLVEMENT
    HIS LOVE OF RIDICULE
    SELLING FAMILY PHOTOS
    RELATIVES WITH HELPLESS FEATURES
    SHE PAINTED THEIR FACES BLUE
    STRUTTING AND POSTURING
    GOOSE-STEPPING
    WITH POSSIBLE WORMS (?)

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    • eatmorewords

      at school they never taught us about temptation and words,
      pleasure points,
      dark corners, full hands & royal flushes
      – dark washing at low temperatures
      – doors left open
      – confusion over exits and entrances – ritualistic routines which we follow in the belief it controls ours fate – a constant thirst

      for six years I wasn’t even me

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      • eatmorewords

        amplified by the closeness to the event – she bought an oddity,
        a rarity
        a Beatles shift with Jagger in the background – photos are not truth
        – words are not truth
        a simple slip and a different meaning
        spelling
        smelling

        she sent me a 101 postcards asking “what are you trying to achieve?”

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      • multiplemichael

        —-A POET TRYING TO WRITE INSTANT HISTORY—-
        TECHNIQUES FOR SHORT ARMS
        FLASHBACKS TO THE DRAMATIZING
        THE NATIVES AROUND THE FIRE
        YOU CALLED THEM COILS
        BUT THEY WERE NOT COILS
        *poetry held together by emotions

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      • multiplemichael

        a thousand people in a single line
        ——THINK——
        “I guess that’s what everybody wants”
        will the honeymoon night be professional ?
        contemporary marriage
        old fashion tv sets on the curb
        people so correct
        they
        place the remotes
        on the top
        *lovers helplessly flying off

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      • eatmorewords

        a professional line
        snakes past boarded up shops
        – a raw smell of boiled beef and rotting teeth
        fed the rind
        fed the rind

        old TVs showing yesterday
        nothing in colour
        shades of grey
        remote with no batteries
        contemporary marriage
        man on man
        wrestling during the honeymoon

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      • multiplemichael

        ————for six years you were not you
        way back past birth—past conception
        although you stood watching
        the cramp that made you
        ————————-to begin at the beginning
        fundamental problems
        you watched the poking
        the wrestle of love
        but the seed was too small
        TOO MUCH LIFE AND TOO FEW SUITCASES

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      • multiplemichael

        NO ONE MADE YOU PAINT THE NAILS ON CORPSES
        RIBBONS OF INCOME ROLLED AWAY
        SELF-CONSUMING LIKE GUILT GLOVES
        ODD PLEASURE IN GUILT
        WRONGDOING RECOGNITION
        BRUISED WORDS
        VOICING THEMSELVES

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      • multiplemichael

        at school all they taught us was to desire temptation
        comfortable homes with expensive belongings
        reach-around pleasures—guys into sports
        no one ever kissed
        it was just sausage and potato
        *sausage and potato highway with an endless white stripe

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      • eatmorewords

        at school chalk boards with facts
        lines and diagrams
        holding hands in the food hall
        – packs of kids feral
        band names scrawled on bags
        drunk teachers at lunch
        endless future started then and stretched all the way to the vanishing point through the walls and lockers and playing fields and on and on and the road passed under them like unspooling tape

        – guys into sport communal showers and steam

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      • multiplemichael

        ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE JUNIOR HIGH
        ——————————————————–
        MEMORABLE FACES IN THE YEARBOOK
        DETECTIVE COURSES: OBSERVATIONS AND DETAILS
        ODDLY FAMILIAR ROMANCES
        A WOMAN WHOSE TRUE IDENTITY
        MAY NEVER BE KNOWN
        SHE WITH HER FINGER
        “HER PROWLER”
        LIFE IS ALL ABOUT GEOGRAPHY
        *the math people say that there are no ready-made plots

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      • multiplemichael

        DID THEY TEACH YOU THE SIGNAL REALITY ?
        —————————————————————-
        WHAT SHAKES THE FOUNDATION
        AND RATTLES THE WINDOWS ?
        LIFE REALLY HAPPENS SOMEWHERE
        ATTEMPTING TO REGAIN IT
        HOSPITALS CUT OFF YOUR CANCER
        THEY BURN IT AND FREEZE IT
        AND POISON IT
        IF YOU’RE LUCKY
        IT BECOMES A SECOND CRIME
        IT DOESN’T TAKE LONG
        FOR SOME LOUSY THING
        TO CLAIM NUMBER ONE
        *as a baby you didn’t actually resemble anyone in the family

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      • eatmorewords

        foundations shake like loose teeth in bleeding gums
        crippling meth addiction treatable with more drugs
        – fighting fire with fire
        burnt ends

        as a baby you were born too soon
        thick hair
        you looked like your neighbour

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      • multiplemichael

        YOU NEVER MENTION WORDS BEST SUITED
        FOR ADAM AND EVE
        OR WORDS THEY TOSSED OVERBOARD
        FROM THE ARK
        BREAK-NECK WORDS FROM YOUR HONEYMOON
        *or the week you spent at that summer camp—
        the Swedish Academy of Detection

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      • eatmorewords

        the words washed up on shore
        no message in a bottle
        nothing on parchment
        just words and the waves

        let the surfers sort them out

        Adam and Eve had no use for words
        they couldn’t read no education at the garden

        no concept of tree
        apple or snake

        futile

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      • eatmorewords

        pictures capture a moment that can be changed
        a building removed
        you were looking right
        now you’re looking left
        one strand becomes many

        scaffolding holds up the edifice
        metal poles
        knuckle locks

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      • multiplemichael

        ——HOMEMADE JAGGER MAYONNAISE——
        COCOONS SOAKED IN IT
        MULTICOLORED DRAPERIES
        CIRCUS TROUSER MATERIAL
        ——————————————
        IMPOLITE TO MENTION OPENLY
        THE BONELESS APPENDAGE
        OF MAN AND BOY
        ————————-
        MOUTHS SHRINK
        AND POETS
        GROW
        SILENT
        ———
        *private thoughts about catching the nut sac
        on a strand of barbed-wire

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      • eatmorewords

        DNA tests on the mayo
        traces found
        abandoned warehouse
        smashed windows boarded up doors
        the Curie house writ large

        – at the stones show, tshirts, , toupees, Jaggernaise

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      • multiplemichael

        HOMO SAPIEN MAYONNAISE
        believe-it-or-not
        perform-it-or-not
        MAYONNAISE BASED ON RELIGION
        ESSENTIALLY ALLEGORICAL OR DECORATIVE
        just think—what if Sherlock Holmes had parents ?
        love made in cellars and attics
        sodomy with monsters
        unpleasantness

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      • eatmorewords

        all fanatics have beards
        – regardless
        – sherlocks family tree spreads 3984ft underground, through tube stations and bunkers

        love during wartime
        rationed ejaculations fill the mayo jar

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      • multiplemichael

        *dope dealers, pimps, con artists, bootleggers, Mick Jagger
        (LIGHTING A CIGARETTE—TRADEMARK)
        SCENARIOS OF CHILDREN AROUND A BIRTHDAY CAKE
        RAPPERS SINGING “HAPPY BIRTHDAY”
        THE SMALL GIRL WAS ON A RICKETY LADDER
        CONSTANTLY GETTING CLOSER TO HONEST REALITY
        SHE COULD SEE A LANGUAGE THAT SUITED ADAM AND EVE
        SOMEDAY THERE WOULD BE WORDS THAT WOULD HAVE TO HIDE

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  4. multiplemichael

    WHO WRAPS THEIR HEAD IN RAGS ?
    THE BRIGHTEST YOUNG ONES
    THE REASON THEY BUILD SCHOOLS
    STRANGLEHOLD ON KNOWLEDGE
    CHRONOLOGICAL SCAFFOLDING
    WEEKS RUNNING AROUND THAT THING
    ———————————————————-
    Mick Jagger and the boys lived
    CHRONOLOGICAL SCAFFOLDING
    participants with finger prints
    *participants in fancy pants

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  5. multiplemichael

    A BATTERY OF NOTES
    EXTRACTS
    POETRY
    LIKE A SHIP’S LOG
    OH, I LIVE AND WORK IN VAUDEVILLE
    FELLOW APES AND SIMIANS
    CONSTANT CALLS FROM THE MENTAL WARD
    CHATTER ABOUT THE ANUS AND FECES
    ORIFICES AND DISCHARGES
    MALINGERING SIGHS
    ——————————
    TRYING TO WRITE POETRY
    WITH CAGES OF WILD ANIMALS
    STACKED TWO FEET AWAY
    THE CIRCUS IN THE LOBBY

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    • eatmorewords

      tardy reactions to the teachers questioning – not enough time to concoct the next line –
      to much noise in this menagerie
      the crack flapping of wings
      – some still eat their young
      (I’ve seen the pictures) – they’ve buried the bones in fields where apples trees grow

      – the ship log refers to an land never seen

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      • multiplemichael

        TARDY REACTIONS TO TEACHER QUESTIONS
        GINGER RODGERS AND FRED ASTAIRE
        SUPERNATURAL ABILITY
        WERE THEY STIMULATED
        BY SIN AND GUILT ?
        SIMULTANEOUSLY CURSED
        WITH NO SEX ORGANS
        WITH NO DESIRE TO COPULATE
        IN THE FACE OF DEHUMANIZING WOUNDS
        HOLLYWOOD WITH ITS CAMERAS
        AND SOUND CREWS
        RESTRICTIVE POINTS OF VIEWS
        MUSCLED FEET WITH WINGS

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      • multiplemichael

        you’re in the penitentiary
        YOU’RE IN THE PENITENTIARY
        prison guards and endless bars
        terrified smells of rape
        TERRIFIED SMELLS OF RAPE
        terrible levels of rape
        no rehabilitation
        you stare at the ceiling
        soon loved ones will journey you home
        will you have what it takes
        for self-reinvention ?
        *it is true they bury the bones in the apple orchid

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        it all depends on which side of the bars you stand –
        uniform blue
        the guards are prisoners
        – cigarette rations kept to a minimum – some find joy in dark corners
        unfamiliar holes
        new territory
        – reinvention comes with a shaved head and tattoos

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        was just told that I’m not in a penitentiary
        I AM IN A LABORATORY
        outside the small window
        I can see piles of books burning
        I am ten feet deep in suspicion
        theologians trying to spoon feed me

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        (the ship log refers to a land never seen)
        MISERY THAT TYPIFIES EVERYDAY LIFE
        SHARED CONDITIONS
        RICH OR POOR
        YOUNG OR OLD
        POETRY OVERLOADED WITH ABBREVIATIONS
        CITIZENS MIRED IN THE MINOR SINS
        IMPOTENT SUNDAY MORNINGS
        PATRIOTISM MARCHING ON ONE LEG

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        WHY WAS I UPSET ABOUT THE HOMOGENIZATION
        OF POETRY ?
        DISCOUNT POET LOBOTOMY
        ADULT PADS TO ABSORB THE VIETNAM WAR
        SHOEHORNED INTO A WHEELCHAIR
        THE TELEVISION FULL OF WORMS
        TELEVISED MINISERIES NONSTOP
        —————-the wheelchair being a beacon
        Daddy now a bizarre taxidermy
        —————-no lame apology for the Vietnam War
        the constraints of adult pads

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      • eatmorewords

        Vietnam absorbed in to psyche of generations to come
        – kids with parents with night tremors screaming in a new tongue – a craving for lemongrass
        – helicopter sounds cause confusion – the smell of BBQ and Uncle Bob is reaching for a sidearm –
        lobotomised in foreign lands
        – missing limbs
        the ghosts of children at night
        – the uniform still fits

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        woke up imprisoned inside a wall with people looking in – fingerprints on glass
        tannoy spitting out white noise and scratchy new reels
        – not of this time –
        – not of this time –
        all things measured
        fixated on paternal angst

        – pleasure principle of push pins palliative prescriptions pulsating pulses we became plural
        plethora of physically punishing periods

        VISA confiscated at the border

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        hole in the boat
        giraffes in the ark
        salvation on new shores
        on that bank over there

        we’ll arrive like the Pilgrim fathers and we’ll build this new Jerusalem full of Elvis impersonators, jazz men and the flotsam of yesterday

        this new ghetto

        the revolving doors of history

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        DESPERATELY POOR
        DOWNTOWN DARK TOWN
        CROWDED SOPHISTICATED POVERTY
        IF I WERE YOU
        I WOULD DISCARD ME TOO
        RELUCTANT TO WALK THE STREETS
        SQUABBLE AND TORMENT
        BATH SALT WARFARE
        A DOLLAR A TOKE

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        YOU SPEAK NOT OF MODERN MEAT
        BONELESS AND WOOZY
        LEGITIMATE ?
        POETRY—THE LANGUAGE OF OUTSIDERS
        SORRY ABOUT THE AMERICAN INVALIDISM
        ———CONSTANT CONCERTED ASSAULT—-
        RETENTION OR DISCHARGE
        BABOON RELATIVES (IMBECILES)
        UP-SPURTS WITH A SHAVE

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      • eatmorewords

        modern meat is boneless and slack like a child wearing daddies jacket – outsiders
        but how far outside?

        america
        invalid and dead in school corridors

        lazy poet just re-cycling previous attempts
        on foot on the rung but going down
        not up
        not up

        regress

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      • multiplemichael

        blasphemy on the Ark
        the unthinkable
        Noah with his enlarged definition
        whirling it around like a baton
        larger than normal
        full of expression
        *streams of water behind the pillar

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      • multiplemichael

        what does one do with a stray word ?
        wastepaper baskets on the moon
        an essay, a monologue, a stab
        at conversational poetry
        poetry achieved out of excess
        ———————-out of madness
        ———————-not to be cajoled
        *the smell of sodomy in the steamroom

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        stray words caught in butterfly nets
        pinned down in a book of remembrance
        words swapped like baseball cards on street corners
        – one stolen and held for ransom
        big money rewards

        the cold is coming
        the floor is the crackle of dead leaves
        shedding skin
        a cycle of rebirth

        a night school where people sit in circles and discuss BIG issues with little words

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        MEN FROM THE REST STOPS ON I-95
        SIT AROUND IN CIRCLES
        AND DISCUSS BIG ISSUES
        WITH MENTAL DAYDREAMS
        OF SMALL HANDS
        NEXT DOOR
        REALLY ANCIENT PEOPLE
        RECALL THE NAZI OCCUPATION
        THEY WERE HITLERITE SPECIALS
        CAUGHT UP IN THE DANGERS
        OF LIPS-TO-LIPS AND FRENCHING

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      • multiplemichael

        tardy reactions to the questioning
        YOUR POETRY NEVER MAULED BY CORRECTIONS
        not enough time but plenty of saliva
        noise without so much as a wink
        you mention crack flapping
        I mention walking on blades of swords
        while kissing an angry snake

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      • eatmorewords

        never mauled by corrections
        stuck to the path
        never strayed onto the moor
        – she spent last August reading a book called “How to be a werewolf” –
        – silent noise & sharpe edges

        “put the sword back in the scabbard”

        the obituaries made comical reading

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      • multiplemichael

        tardy reactions to the teachers questioning
        “MOUTH POKEY BABY”
        FLAWED CHILDREN BEING TAUGHT RIDICULOUS CRAP
        CRIPPLING SIN IN THE BATHROOMS AND BACK CORNERS
        ROMANS AND GERMANS LOCKED IN GRAVES
        RELENTLESS PAIN
        HAVING SHOVELED THEMSELVES
        UNABLE TO ESCAPE THE STENCH

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    ROBOTIZED READERS
    MECHANICAL POETRY
    LIFE BECOMES DEATH-ORIENTED
    WHISTLING SCREAMS FROM MATURE LADIES
    WHO HAVE JUST FINISHED “MOBY DICK”
    HOMOSEXUAL LITERATURE HIDDEN
    EXTENSIONS OF CONSCIOUSNESS
    APOMORPHINE IN VARIOUS STRENGHTS
    SAVAGE PESSIMISM IN PILL FORM
    SAVAGE PESSIMISM IN JOCKSTRAPS

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        purchasing tickets to escape financial worries
        crumbling from the weight of fantasy solutions
        ——–your boat was very cabaret
        all those animals
        the woods were full of them
        animals that functioned like people
        singing in French
        circulating
        the ARK

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        picking at the low level fruit
        a hundred different ways to avoid it all crumbling
        a home made scaffold of words
        – a boat with splinters
        – fur costumed pantomime animals feeding from the stockpile

        – school kids, everyone one of them in isolation, beads of sweat
        dead before the honeymoon

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      • multiplemichael

        A FRUMPY SPINSTER UPSET
        AT YOUR HOMEMADE SCAFFOLDING
        BROADS WITH THEIR MOUTHS OPEN
        IN CONSTANT SIGHT
        POETRY ABOUT JIGGLED PENISES
        AND FEMININE PLAYTHINGS
        THE OLDER LADY HAD HARD KNOTTED LEGS
        HER BACKSIDE SMELLED VERY DISCOTHEQUE
        *it would take a new bible to induce corrective heterosexuality

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        CONSIDERING SECONDARY SEX
        SCHOOL FORCED STANDARDS
        ADEQUATE PRELANGUAGE IMAGINARY
        ——————————————
        ——————————————
        I STOOD UP IN CLASS
        AND CONFESSED THAT
        I WROTE THE WORD
        “LESBIAN”
        ON THE BATHROOM WALL

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        PICKING CITRUS AND AVOCADO ALL DAY
        TO MAKE MONEY FOR THE JAZZ CELLARS
        LATER THE BROTHEL AND A FULL PIPE
        BUS FARE POETRY
        BACKSIDE DISCOTHEQUE
        TURN ON THAT FLASHLIGHT
        LET’S SEE THE MERGER OF LIGHT

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      • multiplemichael

        THE GIRLS WITH THE DUCK HEADS
        ON THEIR BATONS
        LEGENDARY ANTICS
        SOME HONKY TONK TOWN
        IN AMERICA
        THE SOUND AND SMELL OF POETS
        SCRAPING THEIR BUTTS
        THEY WERE NOT THE BEATLES

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      • eatmorewords

        majorette matching in front of the big bass drum – some town
        somewhere with a mainstreet & town square –
        – ice cream fountain

        she threw the baton
        high high
        high in the air and waited for it to come down

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      • multiplemichael

        SOMEWHERE BETWEEN CLAREMONT AND CUCAMONGA
        SLINGING OUT THE PASTA AND THE LESBIAN DISHES
        USUAL INGREDIENTS TURNED UPSIDE DOWN
        ANCIENT BEDSPRINGS IN THE BACKGROUND
        AFTER-HOURS WITH EXTRA SPICES
        POETS PRAYING FOR REHEARSALS

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      • multiplemichael

        WHEN THE DETECTIVE ASKED ME
        IF YOU HAD THE FINGERPRINTS
        OF POCAHONTAS
        I TOLD HIM THAT
        “POCAHONTAS”
        WAS SLANG FOR A WOMAN’S
        PRIVATES
        SO HOW SILLY WOULD IT BE
        THAT YOU WOULD HAVE
        THE FINGERPRINTS
        OF A WOMAN’S PRIVATES ?
        *it didn’t help that you paid for them
        with Visa
        *it didn’t help that the Visa card
        belonged to me
        *it didn’t help that you wrote
        eBay complaining that
        the fingerprints
        were childlike
        and effeminate
        *it didn’t help that the detective
        had effeminate childlike
        fingers

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      • eatmorewords

        to many coincidences
        a mug shot of Pocahontas
        that strayed to far from the truth
        – the Visa card was stolen,
        the fingerprints bought online
        confusion between people – only known by their words –
        the detectives sent on paper chases

        private parts no longer privates
        – this century cast away prudence

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      • multiplemichael

        REFLECTIONS OF COLORED LIGHTS
        PUDDLES IN THE MOTEL PARKING LOT
        SEX WITH STARTLED FACES
        ONE-NIGHT STANDS
        GUESTHOUSE ROMANCES
        NO NEED FOR LENGTHY CRITIQUES
        *WIDE HORIZONTAL
        *VERTICAL THRUST
        *SPILLING OUT
        ———————————————————-
        ———————————————————-
        colorful chunks of cheap Mexican food
        euphoria and melancholy
        the pursued becoming pursuer
        confusion
        SHE said that it was a tumor
        and just push past it
        IT WAS A TUMOR AND I PUSHED PAST IT
        IT WAS A TUMOR AND YOU PUSHED PAST IT

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        cheap Mexican food at the Hawaiian beach front
        – foreign tongues trying to request entrance – hand gestures and violent thrusts
        the one night stand 21years later –
        more than a tumour
        more than a blockage
        a manifestation of many thing

        solid and black

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      • multiplemichael

        (somehow when you use the word “banjo” I feel cheap)
        so often fantasy dominates over reality
        the strange over the commonplace
        99% of readers under the age of 21
        would not know what a banjo is
        or the harrowing significance of it

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      • eatmorewords

        banjo or ukulele?

        confusion amongst the young –
        affinity with music making machines –
        no strumming
        no Beatle King

        future music for the robot boys

        Bowie will come back as a cyborg blowing a trumpet

        Bowie from the future
        past
        and present

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      • multiplemichael

        how to think about ukulele vs banjo
        on a public bus, a banjo could sit at the back of the bus
        a ukulele would have to ride on top of the bus
        Elvis probably played a ukulele in a movie
        beach bums or surfer dudes
        played ukuleles
        I have never seen a real ukulele
        I have tried to play a banjo
        sounds great
        not a chick magnet
        not known in the black world
        poor tennis racket substitute

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        buskers on buses armed with
        ukuleles – pockets rattling with change –
        back of the bus antics on the way to the beach
        beach bums with greaser hair
        swimming shorts and bike chains
        – black substitutes with snow shoe banjos

        Elvis did play a ukulele
        Elvis did kill a man

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      • eatmorewords

        Elvis never set foot in England
        rumours abound he was seen on a beach
        on a promenade his quiff blowing in northern sea breeze – he was seen at a self defence class –
        pushing letters into red post boxes – maybe letters home?
        maybe angry letters to the local council?

        Elvis never foot in England

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      • multiplemichael

        A HUNDRED PESETAS FOR AN ELVIS RELIC
        ————————————————————-
        IT WOULD SEEM THAT THE OTHER SIDE IS NO LONGER SLEEPING
        ENDLESS ENEMAS AND THINGS SEEM CLEAR
        ELVIS IS PETRIFIED RICTUS
        LIFE CAUSED HIM GREAT DAMAGE
        *rumor has it that you were trying to measure him—put him on a map
        *your sense of discovery is very distinct

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      • eatmorewords

        Elvis buried but still alive – rhinestone King of
        conversational poetry – stories of dead rock stars – spoons – people sodomised by presumption – bad art – dark town disappointment – the Jazz of Russia –

        animals of the arks saltwater enema

        stuck in a rumour with a rictus grin

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      • multiplemichael

        PLOTTED COMMENTS PACKED WITH MOMENTS OF BRILLIANCE
        READERS WHO HAVE ALREADY PASSED ONCE
        HIPPY GIRLS AND INTER-CONNECTEDNESS
        THEY WARN OF DANGERS AND POINT AT CLUES
        *I get updates about my FBI trainee—sometimes I bug out in public places

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        through pathways and caverns—past TUMORS
        the journey from innocence to sexual maturity
        sexualized interiors—our own selves
        heirs to valuable estates
        affinity between the genders
        the terror and rage of marriage
        the background banjo music
        fast-moving sodomy

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      • eatmorewords

        hoodwinked into placing your hand in the dark hole
        a sketch of a tumour (not to scale)
        cross hatched shaded –
        delineated innocence
        sexual pandering
        never reached maturity
        an affinity with time and space

        she bought me a stringless banjo

        I had to earn the strings

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      • multiplemichael

        they said that you were hoodwinked
        but Jesus Man—you wasn’t hoodwinked
        there are only violent solutions to conflicts
        in my simple life
        immediate danger
        clangs in the background
        detention poetry
        on scraps of paper

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      promotion of vaccine in diseases postal areas –
      people in crumbling houses scratch their chins and wander how Lil Wayne become so rich –
      – never wears the same socks twice

      gunshots at night

      a tv show where there’s jealousy about the size manhood, it’s all about square footage

      – cheap laughs

      (which we
      all enjoy)

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      • multiplemichael

        MERCENARY VACCINES
        SHOCKED TO SEE SO MANY MARKS
        ON YOUR LOWER HALF
        FANCY BIRD PLUMAGE
        POETRY ABOUT THE VIEWER
        AND THE ARTIFICIAL FRUIT
        OF THE VIEWED
        SEXUALLY EXPRESSIVE TELEVISION
        IMPERSONATIONS—SEXUAL EGGS
        STRONG-WILLED GUNS
        *one can hardly deny the appeal

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      • multiplemichael

        (WHICH WE ALL ENJOY)
        PSYCHOLINGUISTIC THOUGHT
        LESBIAN AESTHETICS
        INVESTIGATING GIRL-ON-GIRL
        poets as white spectators
        the flashlight and the merger of light
        self-definition with words
        the dead resurface

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      • eatmorewords

        stink bomb rock
        hip hop slang, right rhetoric incompatible with left leanings
        – heavy metal stigma bullpen dykes
        Judas Priest back patches and Iron Maiden fantasy worlds

        stink bomb rock
        fart trumpet

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      • multiplemichael

        HOW DID LIL WAYNE BECOME SO RICH ?
        he picked people green
        and sold them as ripe
        stole million dollar books from the library
        psychoanalysis
        (Linoleum not Lincoln)
        stomach-churning broken glass pie
        crash-landing a flying saucer
        till-death-do-us-part monogamy
        kissing girls and making them cry
        kissing boys only if they’re gay
        secretions other than milk
        mass consumerism

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      • eatmorewords

        powdered milk sold of as drugs
        – factory grown cows with duplicate udders
        – lil Wayne is an amalgam of 12 bad things

        like to kiss the girls
        lips like big sofas

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      • multiplemichael

        ————-IN THE TORTURED MINDS OF WOMEN
        ————-IN THE TORTURED MINDS OF LONELY WOMEN
        A TWINGE IN THE PRIVATES
        PERFECTLY GROOMED PRIVATES
        THREE PAIRS OF PANTIES AND A BATHING SUIT
        NO FEAR OF LOSING TOUCH
        NO DRINK, DRINK, ON THE BRINK

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    friendship, community
    your loved ones selling lemonade
    on the street
    actual money to be made
    how many weeks to pay the electric bill ?
    ————–and that stink-bomb rock and roll
    unintended consequences
    oral fandom and motels
    autographed sex
    the wife at home with her gift basket

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    • multiplemichael

      WHAT DOES SHE DWELL ON ?
      plagiarized poetry——attitudes toward sources
      Moby Dick……..THE ARK
      cosmetic changes and mouth wash
      LOVE frequently acknowledged in valentines
      red paper hearts
      interactive comments
      shout-outs
      infringement

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    • eatmorewords

      black lemonade on wooden tables
      ( nickel and dimes are my
      pounds and pence )
      – the community of no faces
      no bills to pay for the man in the cave
      – just a little light creeps from the dark

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      • multiplemichael

        MEN OUTDOORS PEEING
        JUDICIOUS SPECTATORS
        EVERYONE WANTS TO PEEK
        MEN WOULD FIGHT
        TO STAND NEXT
        TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN
        *real-life encounters—how to interpret the motives
        *widening the circle of men outdoors peeing

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      • eatmorewords

        outdoor peeing from tops of bridges
        rainbow arca from the tube
        – daily routine for the animals

        abe lincoln carried secrets
        never pee’d in front of his fellow man

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      • multiplemichael

        BUD OFF NEW OFFSPRING
        REPEAT THE PROCESS
        LITTLE JOHNNY WITH POCKETS
        OF CONDITIONAL STRATEGIES
        personality at random ?
        THE ORIGINAL ANSWER
        CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR
        MOLECULAR VARIABILITY
        YOUNG GIRLS WITH PARASITES
        CANDY FLAVOR CELLS AND TISSUES
        CHURNING JISM DOWN BELOW

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      • eatmorewords

        protagonist arrived nearly fully formed – some gaps in backstory and motive
        – miscalculated on the drawing board meant he arrived two weeks early –
        attempts to squeeze him into the narrative, told facts so he could pass the lie detector
        faint tremor of pulse

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        THE PSYCHIATRISTS HAVE GIVEN UP
        NO LONGER BELIEVE THE PROPAGANDA
        REALITY CHECKS—VARIATIONS AND SPINOFFS
        BROKEN FINGER POETRY
        MOVIE STAR IN CAR COMMERCIAL
        LISTENING TO JAZZ
        SAVES THE GIFTED
        FROM JOINING
        THE ANT COLONY
        OUR EVOLUTIONARY HISTORY
        FASCINATION AND DELIGHT
        IN OXYGEN

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      • multiplemichael

        I OFTEN TELL HER-SHE-HER
        THAT THE SLATE IS BLANK
        ———-WORDS TO DO HARM
        ———-WORDS TO DO GOOD
        SCHOOL LEARNING
        SCHOOL SOCIALIZATION
        LIKE WORMS IN A CAN
        GOING FISHING
        GOD SELLING ORIGINAL PERVERSITY
        PROOF UNNECESSARY
        JUST DROP A BUCK IN

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      • eatmorewords

        slates stolen from church roofs
        no barrier to keeping the religion in – words do both
        the good
        the bad
        there is ugly
        and in schools uniforms weld everyone together like glue
        – an amorphous ball of knees, scratched elbows, follicles, bags full of books, shrinking pencils
        – born the son of another son

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      • eatmorewords

        slates gates
        slaves graves
        no roofs
        so the ghosts fly out
        you can capture it on special camera – heat traces should show as red –
        somewhere on the spectrum it’ll be visible

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      • multiplemichael

        UP AND RUNNING EARLY
        THE GOALS OF OTHER PEOPLE
        IN THE REARVIEW MIRROR
        THEY DO NOT DISCUSS
        HUMAN CONFORMITY
        ON THE EVENING NEWS
        *in the old days, multi-headed,
        multi-limbed poets pooped
        Yiddish poems

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      • eatmorewords

        the goals of others will be your goals to-
        – millions of Chinese pushing bikes in blue suits – they all wear military caps – becoming one
        pieces of dough to form the bread,
        – a sum making up the whole
        blinded by the yeast that binds –

        no discussion on conformity

        – small degrees of difference would make the sun scorch the earth

        do you remember the first pair of nikes you ever owned? –

        red ticks
        pristine

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      • multiplemichael

        RANDOM OUTCOMES OF THE LOTTERY
        TALL WHITE MEN ACCOMPLISH
        ———————————————
        TALL WHITE MEN ACCOMPLISH
        THINGS THAT ALL PEOPLE WANT
        POROUS POETS IN FLUX
        NEIGHBORS RUBBING NEIGHBORS
        SPEAR THROWERS ON ONE SIDE
        ALPHABETIC CERAL ON THE OTHER

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      • eatmorewords

        born into privilege
        tall white men pick at the low hanging fruit –
        no use for the reptilian brain
        no use at all

        – neighbours peak at other neighbours from
        behind windows and take notes, capturing events,

        bored child making haiku from alphabet spaghetti
        – poems spread across the kitchen table, mid morning
        daddy at work
        mummy drinking

        neighbours looking at neighbours

        jealous life’s

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      • eatmorewords

        neighbourhood cliques meet up in secret to share notes and photographs about the family in the Curie house –
        circles within circles
        – discussions and agendas

        meeting minutes written in code
        hieroglyphs, God represented by a squatting man,
        a house, 6 simple lines

        *when you pray
        no one hears

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      • eatmorewords

        long distance pray toll free in your area – a daily dial a prayer for the lonely –
        soft whispers of psalms and massacres

        somewhere
        someone is taking notes in short hand

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      • multiplemichael

        CORN KERNELS HAVE NOTHING IN COMMON
        AND YET THEY HAVE EVERYTHING IN COMMON
        EACH WITH A “NORMAL” SIDE
        A PERSONAL DRIVE—A PURPOSE
        A TOTAL ESCAPE OF SIN
        *death will be the final baby-sitter

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      • eatmorewords

        the moustache grows into the beard
        the beard hides secrets
        – the US tried to set fire to Castros beard
        – burned the cane fields
        explosive cigars
        poisonous fish
        – under the microscope of history
        manipulations nudge events off their trajectory

        she is he as you are me

        the viewer and the viewed

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      • multiplemichael

        THANKS FOR ASKING
        WHEN I VISIT THE BATHROOM
        IT IS ALWAYS NEO-VICTORIAN
        EXPERT MECHANICS TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT
        POST-NOAH’S ARK OR SOMETHING
        POETRY NOT “WITH” BUT “AGAINST” THE READER
        *readers at the internment camp complain too much

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      • eatmorewords

        a night in a flop house, cheap rates for bed and breakfast – no extra charge for the fleas
        – the ones that sucked on skin,
        you feel the blood move around
        – pictures on the wall
        bathroom cabinet full of someone else’s tablets
        a bath full of hair

        – black bulls and
        horse kicking up sparks –

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      • eatmorewords

        retired folk sit and watch the sea
        a lifetime runs through their brain like a film reel
        gnarled hands
        liver spots
        regression to a specific time in place, sitting uncomfortably with their self and their woes

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      • multiplemichael

        RETIRED FOLKS HAVE GOTTEN A REFUND
        AND MOVED ELSEWHERE
        SOUTH FLORIDA IS JUST ONE LARGE ANGRY CITY
        THE OCEAN NO LONGER COMES CLOSE TO THE SHORE
        KNEE-DEEP IN THE SWAMPS WITH BUGS AND GATORS
        UNLIMITED CRIME AND TRIGGER-HAPPY COPS

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      • multiplemichael

        HUMANS WITH TONGUES
        BUT NO LANGUAGE
        TO EXPRESS
        PERSONAL
        DRAMA
        WEALTHY FREE-FLOATING
        OTHERS HELPLESSLY FALLING
        STUDENTS WITH NO FIXED POINT
        SECRET SUBTLETIES OF LIFE
        OFTEN OVERPOPULATED
        WITH ABSURDITIES

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      • eatmorewords

        expressed drama through the absence of words – mimed and subtle movements
        – students studying Star Wars movies,
        the history or trainers
        TV characters from 1986-1993,
        the power of numbers,
        a waste of time and just doodles in the margin

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      • multiplemichael

        HAMMER DOWN THE NAILS THAT STICK UP
        VILLAINS THAT PIERCE THE BELIEF
        IN ESSENTIAL GOODNESS
        —————————————
        ONCE LEVIATHAN WAS PUT TO BED
        JONAH’S WIFE TOSSED AND TURNED
        ON THE OUTSIDE….WET WITH WHALE SWEAT

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      • multiplemichael

        LONELINESS IS THE DIRTY LITTLE SECRET
        TEMPORARY CRISIS
        AS THE BROWN FROM SATURDAY
        WANTS TO COME OUT
        “STEWARDESS, COULD I HAVE A RAG”
        HALF-FINISHED MINIATURE LOGS
        THEATRICALLY AWKWARD FORCES
        THAT AT EVERY MOMENT
        THREATEN TO EXPLODE

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      • multiplemichael

        black lemonade comes out yellow migrants criminals murders
        black lemonade comes out yellow riddled with religion
        quasi-Catholic girls try to sell cookies
        quasi-Catholic girls lift their skirts
        the guilt of looking at an underage quagmire
        a laborious look for a purchase
        crabbedly mournful crotch
        *Melville found the cookies to be stale

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      • multiplemichael

        PSYCHOLINGUISTIC BLACK LEMONADE
        flarf and its lukewarm reception
        words that disrupt ideas
        words that disrupt thoughts
        messianic words on the sidewalk
        groups of letters that bear witness

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      • multiplemichael

        the relationship between writer and reader
        a participatory relationship
        —borrow a dog and purchase mayonnaise
        —pee outdoors in full view
        —write about poetic fountainheads
        —expose your barbarous scars
        —spend a season in Hell
        —sodomize an invisible man

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      • eatmorewords

        the reader is involved with the words
        let them create new worlds
        – sell your ideas
        – a winter coat
        – too much news
        – barbarous scars badges shown at the entrance to hell

        brains in jars and bodies frozen waiting for the cure

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      • multiplemichael

        ————————black lemonade
        WHERE IS YOUR VOICE COMING FROM ?
        you cough up headlines in your sleep
        literary detectives are outside my window
        they often sing some crazy song
        “ninety-nine anonymous friends”
        poetry cut and cut and rounded
        expanded — reshaped — remolded
        fear of memories about the poetic honeymoon
        rubber sheets on the literary bed
        hotel employees prepared for disaster
        normal hazards and hazards requiring stitches
        “MY GOD, HOW LONG CAN HE RENEW THE ASSAULT ?”

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      • eatmorewords

        “MY GOD, HOW LONG CAN THEY RENEW THE ASSAULT ?”

        Second World War was fought on a mixture of uppers and downers – nazis on ampethamine and meth – ration books for drugs
        – sailors in two man submarines on cocktails of cocaine and sedatives –

        where is the voice coming from when you’re 10 fathoms down
        – at rock bottom

        (knead the words stretch and compress and knead)

        Germanic meth tastes like muddy fields, itchy teeth
        trigger fingers
        pages filled nonsensical vomit

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      • multiplemichael

        300 million people and less than 20 get killed
        and people are out of their minds
        “WHAT WILL WE DO ?”
        the chips are down
        broken windows
        missing doors
        tottering old people
        “WHO WILL BE NEXT ?”

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      • eatmorewords

        no one knew the death count
        the true figures
        so far off their faces
        out of their heads
        they were firing at ghosts
        – shooting at empty space
        – 4 days with out sleep
        knee deep in mud
        and out of step
        – fatigued in camouflage while others played bingo in stately homes

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      • multiplemichael

        A GLIMPSE INSIDE WHAT IT FELT LIKE
        THE MYSTERY OF KNITTING SCARVES
        A KIND OF ACCIDENTAL LEARNING
        A BRIEF EXCUSE FROM THE DUTIES
        OF SURVIVAL
        PIVOTAL MEMORIES
        OF THE HONEYMOON
        HAUNTED HER
        *that square-rigged bastard

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      • eatmorewords

        mid day drinking fires different pistons, there is a need for sustenance not found here, something between bread
        soft succulent meat
        – the click clacking of needles, knitted, yarn
        by yarn
        – the end of a loose thread
        the half finished jumpers fit for a one armed bandit
        – I have removed myself from duty
        I have served my purpose
        and she still wants to know, what are you trying to prove?

        why are doing this?
        all these words
        line after line after lines

        slipping through portals
        elevator heights

        her dad always found the cure to be morose
        not upbeat
        the same with the smiths

        strange folk with strange tastes and no need for forks

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      • multiplemichael

        to question the carnivalesque exchange of words
        grown men bending the rules (implications)

        innocent reenactments of the dramas
        staged and restaged by those around us

        giraffes nervous at the sight of a boat
        Abe Lincoln softhearted for men

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      • eatmorewords

        reenactments of great battles
        the civil war dead
        men laying supine on wet fields,
        homemade uniforms
        antique buttons
        reenactments of daily life,
        making toast
        tying a lace
        cleaning the lenses of your glasses
        – attention given to the small things, the nuances
        trying to find intent

        giraffes can wrap their tongues around their head
        IMAGINE THAT

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      • eatmorewords

        Tarzan myth
        the man in the tree – evolutionary throwback –
        – shanty town girls has specific tastes

        76% of people who go to the gym dons simply to look in the mirror – vanity projects in lycra –
        embarrassment of communal showers –

        nothing looks silly at this distance

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      • multiplemichael

        IT WASN’T YOU AT THE GYM
        IT WAS BROTHER DEAREST
        MISTER ARTIFICIAL AROMA
        A LITTLE SNIFF
        A GENEROUS WHIFF
        suddenly everyone is nervous
        JOHNNY BOY WITH HIS BOUNDARY LINES
        STAND BACK RELATIVES
        THE SNOW MAKING MACHINES
        ARE ON BLOW

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      • eatmorewords

        wearing leather at the gym
        the clank of metal
        European EDM at 144BPM – a small convulsion
        chest tremor
        someone else’s sweat
        narcissism at the treadmill

        a tiny whirling fan in the corner

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      • multiplemichael

        WHAT AND HOW MUCH
        CAN BE SAID ABOUT WEARING LEATHER
        THE CODES ONE MUST ABIDE AT THE GYM
        ———YOUR MACHO BROTHER SINGING THE AVE MARIA
        IN PRAISE OF MARY AND ALL WOMEN—EVEN YOUR MOM
        not present in form—something heavy moves in the deep water

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      • multiplemichael

        sometimes at night on the Ark
        they would discuss communal norms
        why did Noah dictate the kinds
        of questions that could be asked ?
        why did they have to hide their confusion
        and insecurity ?

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      • multiplemichael

        STRETCHED ON MY DEATHBED
        I STILL CHUCKLE AT THE THOUGHT
        OF NERVOUS GIRAFFES
        *after all, you and I are not writing history
        *I can see the Israelites out the window
        if I had a rock I would throw it at them

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      • eatmorewords

        I forgot the tit-bits and made up the rest – tried to join the dots with frivolous tales
        woven into the narrative she wanted to know the ground under her feet was solid
        wanted to stand in the middle and see both ends
        – I’ll give her ammunition
        ammunition by the bucket load
        but she won’t fire
        – trigger finger
        blistered
        cramped

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      • multiplemichael

        EDGAR ALLAN POE WAS THE TRIGGER FINGER
        WHAT INSTRUMENTS TO TEST
        THE ANCIENT PAGAN FLAMES ?
        GOD SORRY ABOUT CHILDREN
        LIVING LIKE APES
        FORKED FLAMES = TWO TONGUES
        ONE MAKES ITSELF HEARD

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      • eatmorewords

        drip feed Noah
        drowning a millimetre at a time
        ankle deep in 48 varieties of manure

        *Once you’d been on the ark
        you could never escape the smell
        , stained,
        seeped in

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      • eatmorewords

        fall from the ark and be swallowed by the blue, sink tongue bottom –
        Davey Jones awaits with canapés and drinks –

        Jonah on a set ski
        with a Florida tan

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      • multiplemichael

        CLIMBING UNFAMILIAR STAIRS
        (unforgivable sins)
        CONSTANTLY SHUFFLING THOUGHTS
        LIKE PLAYING CARDS
        INSECTS AND CHILDHOOD TRAUMA
        BITING, SCRATCHING, PRESSING YOUR SPOUT
        UNWELCOME VISITORS OUTSIDE
        WANTING TO DISTRACT
        THE LOOK OF WORDS ON A PAGE

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      • eatmorewords

        words on a page or sprayed on a wall, a brick full stop
        a detective standing
        human exclamation mark

        unfamiliar stairs to familiar floors
        – new levels
        promotion of the Otis man, 40 years service pinned to his lapel

        – cards
        black and red, she had all the 4s

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      • multiplemichael

        SHE-HER-SHE LIKES TO PROBE
        FOR DEFECTS IN THE MACHINE
        THIS NOW INCLUDES YOU
        CLOCKWORK JOHNNY
        DISPLAY PANELS AND LEVERS
        STANDING TALL
        A MINIMUM OF PARTS
        STICK AND SAC
        BAD BEHAVIOR
        *no blank man—much is written

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      • eatmorewords

        you are nothing but a machine of tiny
        miniature systems
        – a stopped clock is right twice a day –
        – being part of machine,
        a cog
        a system – dented panels rusted throughout,

        this is a serious errand
        we embarked on this with no maps
        all is blank and waiting

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      • multiplemichael

        FOURTEEN-SYLLABLE JAPANESE HAIKU
        A SHARP KNITTING NEEDLE IN THE CORNER
        OF THE EYE
        CHIPS OF RUST WITH GARLIC DIP
        INSTRUMENTAL CHRISTMAS TUNES
        FEMINIST CRITICISM OF MOBY DICK
        UNDEVELOPED GIFTS TO FRUITION

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      • multiplemichael

        white-blazing filaments
        genitals forever burning
        ————she called it light
        but even children knew that was a lie
        ………………………………….derelicts sleeping
        in heaven
        wearing their funeral clothes
        no one can break the spell
        or count the pretzels
        in laundry bags

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      • eatmorewords

        buried in a washing machine dressed as a clown
        it wasn’t right
        but you couldn’t say it was wrong

        – Asperger boy finding patterns at the bingo
        clues in car license plates
        airline numbers
        the failed expedition to the bottom of the sea

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      • multiplemichael

        SEVEN YEARS AFTER THE FAILED VOYAGE
        TO THE BOTTOM OF THE LARGE WATERS
        AND THEY STILL PUMP OXYGEN
        DOWN THE TUBE
        *he might be alive (yes, miracles do happen)
        AMERICAN NEWSPAPERS STATED THAT
        HE MUST BE “STIMULUS-STARVED”

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      • eatmorewords

        I remember the news story
        the pictures of the oxygen pump,
        an arrow, a dial slowly moving towards zero,
        a man a suit and a tube
        relatives waving at a pier
        a crowd in the wharf
        flowers thrown
        – a planned descent with unplanned incidents
        – the captain log book was unreadable

        you could see the bubbles rising up to the surface

        I remember the news stories

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      • eatmorewords

        the enemy is just a word
        a concept
        abstract
        when the rules don’t apply people go apeshit
        – new saviours are sought; apply online –
        vote for your winner online (lines close at 9pm) –

        difficult these days to identify yourself in a line up

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      • multiplemichael

        the poet soon realizes that it is himself
        that he has delivered for destruction
        solitary individuality
        a sharp axe
        Old Believers
        in the cult of separation
        body on one side
        head in a basket
        stunned relatives
        and readers
        *proofreaders with paper towels

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      • eatmorewords

        did they remove it?
        I heard they didn’t
        just changed the dust jacket – a Hardy Boys mystery but inside,
        inside, Ginsberg

        the attendance records are fake
        were forged
        not real

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    • eatmorewords

      the human condition changes daily – short & brutish
      dark age philosophy from fifth floor of the hotel –
      – I write poems to order
      a £5 fee
      – collections build up in corners in houses in sanctuaries tucked away in 1000 acre woods

      my new neighbours are apes

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      • multiplemichael

        NEIGHBORS RETURN FAVORS
        the cheaters—JOIN IN
        OR TALK BAD ABOUT THEM
        THEIR FECES BY THE BACK WALL
        TALK OF PAYBACK
        MIDDLE OF THE RANGE CARS AND DONGS
        RICH CHAPS WITH GARGANTUAN APPARATUS
        THOSE WITH NOTHING—PSYCHOPATHY
        POETS PRAYING TO BE
        GENETICALLY FIXED
        HERMETICALLY SEALED
        AFRAID OF MUTANTS
        IMMIGRANTS
        INFILTRATORS

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      • eatmorewords

        cage match babies in full diapers
        dribbling, gurgling,
        they would grow to be 11ft tall – the children of babies
        – you can’t pushback this evolution
        anger over the small print
        shocking when magnified
        when revealed
        – the secret code which only the children knew

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      • multiplemichael

        your new neighbors are apes
        my new neighbors are machines
        poetry about the deepening relationship
        between human and machine
        uncomfortable intercourse
        potential consequences
        *augmentation

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      • eatmorewords

        the deepening relationship between man and machine
        eyes glued to screen
        168 emails a day
        a photo with every meal

        machines talking behind our back

        potential consequence
        you can see the wires in the child

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      • eatmorewords

        machines don’t have hair,
        imagine a microwave in a wig
        – circuit boards as heart and lungs

        she tried to donate her hair to the foundry, to mannequins and androids

        there are always wires
        there are always connections

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      • multiplemichael

        hair virtually unheard of
        children in young adult bodies
        transparent plastic parts
        —————————-no Hungarian robots
        he told her that it was a soup ladle
        a wide pleasing face with a constant smile
        colored attitudes toward other machines

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      • eatmorewords

        there are no longer children
        young adults with phones
        Russian cyborgs, 34% tin,
        explode at night small fires seen across the Volga
        Barbie on crack
        penis-less Ken, smooth like varnished wood

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      • multiplemichael

        BLUNTED EMOTIONAL RESPONDING
        BEEN RAN OVER BY LARGE TRUCK
        LEFT FOR DEAD ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD
        WHITE BREAD BEING DELIVERED
        TO FUKUSHIMA DAIICHI
        TO SOAK UP THE NUCLEAR WASTE
        IN THE MIDST OF BEING EATEN BY ANTS
        RESILIENCE IN THE FACE OF TRAUMA
        A TIGHT SMILE FOR OTHERS IN JAPAN

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      • multiplemichael

        DISORDERED STATES OF MIND POETRY
        UNLICENSED MATHEMATICIANS
        I TOLD YOU NOT TO HIRE THEM
        OR PERMIT THEM TO RESIDE
        IN OUR FAIRY TALE
        THE MANY PLEASURES OF POETRY
        TRICKSY TRICKS—HAMMERS AND SAWS
        READERS TRYING TO MEND THINGS

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      • eatmorewords

        a machine that needed daily oiling
        , small changes in her calibration
        plugged in overnight to regain a charge
        at night she mumbled a series of ones and zeroes
        zeroes and ones

        her features looked like an angry pi sign

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      • multiplemichael

        WHETHER SOMETHING HAPPENED ONCE
        ——————–OR CONTINUALLY
        MACHINES MAY LEARN TO CRY
        IT WILL BE DIFFERENT FROM OTHER CRYING
        —————–REJECTION———
        FROM THE WAIST DOWN
        A RECURRING DEATH-WISH
        TRAPPED IN DESPERATION
        CUDDLE BUNNY ALL GROWN UP

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  8. multiplemichael

    THOUGHTS FED BY ELECTRICITY
    the multiple man in metal pants
    ROOTS ARE CUT DADDY
    MARRIAGE SHACKLES
    OUTSIDE THE FRONT DOOR
    THE LADY SUFFOCATOR
    QUEEN OF THE CLOSED CIRCLE
    HYGIENE WITHOUT SCORN
    things the mind of the poet
    can only dimly grasp
    SACRIFICES
    THE CONSTANT LOSS OF BLOOD
    EXTRANEOUS INFORMATION
    VERTICAL STROKES
    HORIZONTAL STROKES
    THE UNDULANT LINE

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  9. multiplemichael

    POETRY STOLEN
    SLIPPED THROUGH CRACKS
    KICKED
    KNOCKED
    DEVOURED
    POETRY IN THE FORM OF BABY PIGS
    SOAKING IN A MUD POND
    SUBMISSIVE MEN IN REST STOPS
    DOING THINGS UNKNOWN
    BEFORE THE CIVIL WAR
    ———-SO MANY INROADS
    ENDLESS SITUATIONS
    PLOTTED STORIES FROM CHILDHOOD
    NORMAN—ALMOST FADING AWAY
    SUGGESTIVE YOUNG STABS AT SEX
    RECOGNITION BY FLASHLIGHT
    AVALANCHE AFTER AVALANCHE
    JISM RAGS TO THE MOON

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    • eatmorewords

      back from the dead, restroom Norman a thousand miles from home, cold coffee
      (I’ve never drink coffee)
      civil war beards
      nested birds
      so many years
      bruised through endless practise
      repetition
      repetition
      repetition
      repetition
      grab a glimpse before it closed
      grab some evidence to prove it really existed

      dusty microscope throw scientist off the scent

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    • eatmorewords

      poetry won on a game show and stored in a garage
      rusty lawn mower & paint tins
      decorated poetry
      lent to the neighbour like a bowl of sugar (returned years later with vowels missing)

      avalanche caused by seismic shifts
      only the animals could feel

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      • multiplemichael

        —————the sex bonanza of Noah———
        a strange version of earth carrying the life of earth
        a floating earth
        Noah playing the role of man
        the genius of primitive Christianity
        primal man and woman
        gospel without shores

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      • multiplemichael

        THE APPROACH OF DEATH
        MEN IN SLOW MODE DIGGING THE GRAVE
        A CAREER WITH MANY SECRETS
        FATHER AND SONS AND AGITATION
        BURROWING FRUITS
        TINY SHARKS
        MOTHER SPEECHLESS
        LIKE AN ANCIENT PILLOW
        FUTILE EFFORTS WITH A FINGER
        UNFINISHED AT BEST

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      • eatmorewords

        death delayed
        the grave diggers hate the cold ground – broken shovels
        snapped nails
        – cold air tiny sharks
        dying trees shed their barks
        a carpet of leaves underfoot
        it’s the season for change
        – it’s called the fall
        autumnal

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      • multiplemichael

        THE EARTH BECOMES A DUMPING GROUND
        VIRGINIA WOOLF AND CHARLES DICKENS
        BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD
        WORDLESS STREET PEOPLE
        SOPHISTICATED CRAP OF LITTLE MERIT
        ANATOMICALLY CORRECT DOLLS

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      • multiplemichael

        AN AWARENESS OF THE TIES
        THAT EXIST IN CONVERSATIONAL
        POETRY
        ————
        ————
        HABITS OF WORK
        LONG SPIRAL SENTENCES
        INSENSITIVENESS TO PROPORTION
        CONSUMPTION OF TIME
        loved ones say that they need the time
        concealed depths of bitterness

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      • eatmorewords

        bitterness is anger minus distance
        to close to the fact
        to the event

        poetry as words
        no deeper meaning
        no hidden message
        it is what it is and we are what we are

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      • multiplemichael

        BABYCAKES
        NATURAL AND UNNATURAL
        SPECULATIVE SPELLS
        AT THE CONDO CLUBHOUSE
        A MASTER ORALIST
        COULD DIVE DEEPER
        INTO THE HIDDEN NATURE
        OF WORD BONDAGE
        HE KNEW FULL WELL
        THE LEVEL OF FREEDOM
        THAT WORDS COULD EVOKE
        *in his youth he feared the poisonous
        breath—much like our body fluids (AIDS)

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      • eatmorewords

        natural becomes unnatural becomes natural
        where does fake begin?
        she could deep dive into numbers
        try to figure out 15 ways to arrange the data
        – words bring freedom
        lost deep inside a 1000 pages

        we become the protagonist

        who ever the writer describes you’ll see yourself

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  10. multiplemichael

    ANGELS FALLING FROM HEAVEN
    AND MEN TRYING TO COVER THEM WITH KISSES
    what does that mean ?
    BOYHOOD READING BY THE MILE
    HUMAN PHYSICAL APPEARANCES
    AFRAID TO GO OUTSIDE
    men with alphabetical thoughts and hands
    attractive men stand closer

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    • multiplemichael

      ———-the upper crust———–
      ANGELS FALLING FROM THE SKY
      some were dressed like Little Lord Fauntleroy
      dirty heaven folk trying to secure their footing
      hard erect antlers—perplexing insider language
      backsides with the smell of exotic woods
      small tiny tunnels unspoiled

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  11. multiplemichael

    ————————————–she refused to talk
    to the children until they were adults
    why rattle their cage ?
    endless courses in Modern British Literature
    writers artists heroes idols—not a single American
    photos of honeymoon touchdown points

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    • eatmorewords

      children in cages
      poked with sticks, feed on books and washed down with gin,

      most of my favourite authors are American, I have a list

      we all have lists

      my honeymoon was spent in a city of canals and bridges

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      • multiplemichael

        no musical behavior in Florida
        stone cold dead
        multiple children under the age of puberty
        humanely caged after school
        unmet needs and milestones unnoticed
        conversational poetry
        first-person narratives
        work-life tension
        increasingly distracted

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      • multiplemichael

        Gary Cooper in a cage—Pocahontas outdoors
        strapping young men for both
        train ride fantasies
        love gap
        nervous brown town
        endless martinis
        *saddled for a short ride
        ——————————————————
        ——————————————————
        machines devoted to reworkings of memories
        distressing encounters with native Americans
        fleeing from them—leaving gifts along the trail
        things too complex—beyond painting oneself
        into a corner or a museum piece

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      • eatmorewords

        tomorrow astronauts stationed on the moon – postcards sent back to earth
        WISH YOU WERE HERE
        – space walking man
        connected to oxygen umbilical chords –
        muscles weaken a million miles frond home

        eyes closed to sleep as the honeymoon film plays silently in the background

        moonbase alpha
        Kentucky

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      • multiplemichael

        sleep always starts out
        sitting around a campfire
        as a youth
        smoking cigarettes
        and laughing
        a sort of free-floating
        euphoria
        ——-you report you started the honeymoon film
        an instruction manual for the first time
        no difference how you do it
        long as you do it good

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  12. multiplemichael

    SLIPPING LIKE A CAT BURGLAR INTO VAGINA
    THICK WITH HALF-THOUGHTS, EXTRA HARD
    SOMEONE WOULD FIND THE COURAGE TO APOLOGIZE
    A MEANINGLESS EXCHANGE OF WORDS
    THE LONE RANGER REROUTING UNNOTICED
    TOUGH-GIRL WITH HER UNDERPANTS OFF

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    • eatmorewords

      a burglar in barbed wired
      no escape plan
      no alibi
      the single minded determination of the recidivist
      – a modern day Arnold Layne
      kickers hanging from his back pocket
      – a secret code for a secret society

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      • multiplemichael

        you said, “OARSMEN”
        and I thought of your family members
        they who employ your actual life
        they who cough up funky ambergris
        and sell it to pay off the decay
        ———opposites connected——

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      • eatmorewords

        members of the family take turns on watch
        strange faces rejected
        chased interlopers out of town –
        Jonah washed up on the shore
        Jonah washed up in the shore

        detritus and ambergris

        they all gathered together inside the Toyota, 18 squeezed in
        the engine revved to the shouts of RAMMING SPEED

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      • multiplemichael

        SIMPLY A RESULT OF DIFFERENT LIFE CYCLES
        BOSS POETS WITH COMPONENTS
        TO INTELLIGENCE
        OLD MAN ADAM WITH 900 YEARS
        PROCREATING UP THERE WITH THE BEST
        *paleontologists at the birthday party
        *one could smell southeastern Africa on them

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      • multiplemichael

        HOW MANY TIMES COULD THEY CROSS-EXAMINE
        THE CHARACTERS FROM THE BIBLE ?
        SECRETARY AFTER SECRETARY DIED FROM EXHAUSTION
        TESTIMONY IN 27 LANGUAGES
        SOUNDTRACKS OF MOURNERS
        ENDLESS CALCULATIONS FROM EXPERTS
        IT WASN’T SAFE TO WALK NEAR THE COURTHOUSE
        THEY WERE JERKING PEOPLE INTO THE FIASCO
        NO TIME TO CLUE WITNESSES INTO THE ESSENTIAL BACKSTORY
        BEGINNING IN THE MIDDLE
        SOMETIMES
        EVENTS WERE HAPPENING IN REAL TIME
        IMAGINED REALITY UNFOLDED
        FICTION—NONFICTION
        FLASHBACKS—FLASHFORWARDS
        —————————–CLIFF-HANGER POETRY
        SQUID FARTS
        *baked squid and turbulent water
        *jazzed up flarf with an outward smell

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      • eatmorewords

        rounded the characters up and stored them like holiday souvenirs
        keep them separated –
        collusion down to a minimum
        – lie detector tests going spastic, peaks and troughs resembling a mountain range
        – disciples at the gates buying peanuts and trinkets – TV news
        live feed
        – cuneiform scripts writing cramp hand
        ballistic reports
        gurney photographs
        – the crowd gather and grow, spilt milk spreads

        jumping narrative
        Michael inciting the crowd

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    • multiplemichael

      tough-girl unspeckled and hither sided
      an intellect with the need for an industrial plunger
      Daddy brings many things to the surface
      the purr of the kitty
      the demon heart
      that pants beneath
      fang and nail

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      • multiplemichael

        tough-girl coughed up ambergris
        leftover junk
        from her man-making laboratory
        Neanderthals
        Cro-Magnon types
        pool hall sapiens
        ———————–
        the forbidden threshold
        hesitation in crossing
        *afraid
        *mom and dad were apes

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  13. multiplemichael

    ——–INCEST———–
    FICTION AND NONFICTION
    LANDSCAPES
    SENSITIVE READERS NOT WELCOME
    RELATIVES ARE VISIBLE SCARS
    IN HOLIDAY PHOTOGRAPHS
    TATTERED ROMANCE
    ——————————-
    UPSETTING RESEMBLANCE
    TO THE REAL JOHNNY BOY
    ——THE NEW GUIDE DOG
    ——A MODEST PIECE OF HOME
    DETECTIVES WORKING UNDER THE TABLE
    AS LITERARY THEORISTS
    ————————————-
    YOUR BROTHER AND YOU
    WERE MONEY-MEN
    IN YOUTH
    ————–
    YOUR FINGERS WERE WHITE GHOSTS
    COATED WITH GOSPEL SUGAR

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  14. multiplemichael

    THE OTHER END OF THE ALIMENTARY CANAL
    ——————————————————————-
    THE OPTION OF SACRIFICING ONE LIFE
    TO SAVE MULTIPLE LIVES
    ————————————-
    AGONIZING SCENARIOS
    BOGUS MASCULINITY
    DISHONEST SEXUALITY
    SPONTANEOUS PROSE
    CONVERSATIONAL POETRY
    ADVERTISING ON A CODPIECE

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      • multiplemichael

        JERKY HANDHELD POETRY
        A PATH OF THOUGHTS
        ABRUPT CUTS
        A DIARY OF WAKE-UP CALLS
        UNBOUNDED SITUATIONS TO REDEFINE
        ———————————————————–
        ———————————————————–
        THE INFORMATION WAS CRIMINALLY FALSE
        THE BAD EYE OF THE CHAUFFEUR POET

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      • eatmorewords

        a diary of 1980s voicemail messages – this is the future you never dreamed of –
        fell down a sink hole
        landed on a bed of nails
        sloppy use poetry devices

        rules bent
        like the branches of your family tree

        rooted a thousand miles deep

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      • multiplemichael

        VOICEMAIL MOLD
        SEEMINGLY BOUNDLESS APPETITE
        FOR MESSAGES
        POETIC PARASITIC OPPORTUNISTS
        THE WOMAN AT THE LIBRARY
        WITH HER PREDATORY NOSE
        AND TIGHT SEAM MOUTH
        PLUNGING AND COUPLING—WHO KNOWS ?
        EGO ENHANCEMENT
        NOT DOLLARS AND CENTS
        BUT INCHES OUT THE FRONT DOOR
        A REAL MAN HAS THE NUMBERS

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        stillness of library
        devoid of atmosphere
        moon landings filmed in warehouse
        suspicious deaths
        mouths closed
        noses sense the scent
        clues in crosswords
        4 down
        17 across
        six letters

        resemble coupons
        PIN numbers will gain you access

        we know the numbers

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        curdled jism blocks the exit
        like chemo hair that blocks the drain
        – alligators in the sewers
        a myth
        like the knife wielding manic in the summer camp woods –
        – the victim slumped shoulders
        carrying the guilt

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      • multiplemichael

        ———–CARRYING THE GUILT———–
        THE MONEY EXCHANGE FOR TOUCHING
        YOUR MANHOOD
        MERE GEOGRAPHY YOU SAID
        BACON DRIPPINGS
        EXCITED EVERYONE
        AT THE ZODIAC ZOO
        THE WHOLE SCHEME OF MARRIAGE
        THE WHITTLING AWAY OF JOHNNY BOY
        *the small hounds are caught up in a fruitless chase

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        they would do away with geography – everywhere would be the same – money exchanged in dark corners
        – guilty joy
        – joyous guilt

        – the killer and the killed

        streets lined with ghouls,
        the ghost of the war dead,
        car crash corpses,
        the drowned,
        the bodies of the murdered,
        victims, suicides,

        Johnny boy whittled down to my shoes

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      • multiplemichael

        ———WHITTLED DOWN TO MY SHOES———
        COMPLETE MEDICAL DETAILS ARE NOT AVAILABLE
        internal hemorrhaging
        external hemorrhaging
        complaints about stale breath
        *bad joke about the neurological scar being visible
        from outer space

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      • multiplemichael

        children down the street
        said that it was
        “global cognitive functions”
        tossed up in the air Johnny Boy
        despite his best efforts to prevent it
        he had to endure and then endure again
        *better company to be found with wild buffaloes

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      • eatmorewords

        it’s all a conspiracy
        these words
        in this order
        parts of Johnny Boy reorganised

        michael and the black bulls rising through town
        midnight Michael and the Jazz reverie

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      • eatmorewords

        the morning after
        aches and pains
        blank patches of inaction
        – short circuit of major functions = disconnection

        all things tossed in the air
        like pancakes and stars

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      • multiplemichael

        THE BEINGS INSIDE THE UFO
        SAID THAT THEY WERE SEARCHING
        FOR A HUMAN WITH A TRUE RANGE
        OF EMOTION AND A NOBILITY OF CHARACTER
        SEEMS ALL THEY WERE FINDING
        WERE THINGS TOSSED IN THE AIR
        LIKE PANCAKES AND STARS

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      • eatmorewords

        the tried to locate the one sentient being – one with a range of emotions – possibly located somewhere in a African village of mud huts and animal pelts –
        or an urban conurbation, high up on the 76th floor, in a room full of TVs and bad ideas –
        – but nothing was confirmed

        confusion on the space craft

        confusion on my street

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      • multiplemichael

        SEEMS LIKE EVERY MORNING
        IS THE MORNING AFTER
        INDIRECTLY COMMITTING SUICIDE
        ————————————————–
        ANIMALISM IS THE TRUE RELIGION
        RESPONSIVE READERS
        HIDE IN THE BUSHES

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      • eatmorewords

        every morning after is always the morning after where lines are drawn
        resolutions decided

        and the next night
        is the one that breaks the camels back And u-turns committed


        *from what we know a good credit card can get you low rates of repayment over a 24month period

        terms and conditions always apply

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        inside glass bottles and jars
        the discarded and unwanted remnants from botched surgeries
        – blunt edges and covered in dust
        – everyone said they should have stopped but no one told them

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  15. multiplemichael

    GEOGRAPHIC SPACE AS A MEANS
    OF ESCAPING THE PAST
    AND POSSIBLY THE FUTURE
    THE COSMIC FORCES THAT GOVERN
    ROMANCE AND MARRIAGE
    ENDLESS SNIPS OF REALITY
    GO TO GREAT LENGTHS
    TO RENDER THE POET IMPOTENT

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  16. multiplemichael

    the poet had to leave Kentucky
    he was looking for a woman
    with a quality copper-lined kettle
    ——————————————-
    literate, educated caveman
    in want of industrious woman
    with inner strength
    and clean parts

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  17. multiplemichael

    and then there was Moby Dick
    always Moby Dick
    Ahabean Reality
    a life of cutlery
    a self-fulfilling prophecy
    ever-sweet interpreters at work
    alphabets with extra letters
    forks and spoons combined
    peculiar designs
    memories of Adam and Eve
    Noah and the value of other people
    Noah wived with an angry Lord
    the bloated babies and children
    that came directly from their intercourse
    the earth was covered with bones and teeth

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  18. multiplemichael

    IT WAS LIKE EASTER
    FINDING ALL THOSE
    PRONOUNS UNDEFINED
    ———————————–
    RECOGNIZABLE NEW ORLEANS JAZZ
    JOHNNY BOY POINTS TO THE INDICTOR
    JOHNNY BOY POINTS TO THE CONSOLER
    READERS PROVOKED TO ACTION
    ACOUSTICAL REVELATIONS
    THE WEAK ONES TAKE THE CONVENTIONALS
    STRONGER ONES TACKLE THE REVERSALS
    THE VISIBLE WORLD IS THIN

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    • eatmorewords

      bandleader Many Michaels
      baton in hand –
      Florida Joe and the Harbingers of the Poetical Dialect
      – a noise so painful it was beautiful –
      baton twirling
      undercurrents

      sound carried on warm sea air – people blessed with the sound 23miles aways –

      a revelation

      the membrane between what we think and what we know, the yeast that binds –

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      • eatmorewords

        the volcano is patient
        it just waits and thinks
        – the poet as philanthropist
        giving away words
        well received and equally discarded
        – I’ve read online surveys
        completed tests
        deciphered codes –

        I’m still no wiser

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      • multiplemichael

        I TOO, HAVE TAKEN THE ONLINE SURVEYS
        COMPLETED TESTS
        DECIPHERED EMILY DICKINSON
        DECIPHERED GREEK
        DECIPHERED MODERN CODES
        —–THE SECRET SEEMS TO BE KNOWN “HISTORY”
        —–WHO HAS GONE BEFORE
        ONE MAN, MANY MEN, WHITE OR BLACK
        THOUSANDS OF TIMES
        MILLIONS OF TIMES

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      • eatmorewords

        the surveys asked the wrong questions
        – multiple choice questions but only one answer

        no choice ONLY PUT AN X IN THE BOX

        history based on half truths
        the million who have gone first
        and the rest who will follow

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      • eatmorewords

        the flap like an ancient dinosaur wing
        – the honeymoon instructions followed time and time again
        no deviation from the original source –
        no deviation or repetition

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  19. multiplemichael

    (THINKING ABOUT SYNCHRONOUS TIME AND CUTLERY)
    relatives around the grave
    too late for final questions
    the hands of temporal and atemporal wave
    the birds fly over the hollow pretensions
    warbling poets are in the trees
    the traveling circus of Johnny Boy
    “it done left town”

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  20. multiplemichael

    A FREE RESIDUAL ECHO FROM GOD
    small Spanish men wrestling at the Polo Club
    what was once internalized
    is now externalized
    a life of fractured portions
    paralyzing thoughts
    poetry may soon
    be no longer possible

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  21. multiplemichael

    ———–a missed ovulation—————
    obstacles in the way—a bad samba beat
    tattered brown underwear with modern clichés
    the personality—flexibility at the coffee café
    poetry in pleated pants
    words on pages
    calendar dust
    *a thin mustache is a nasty mustache

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    • eatmorewords

      Jesus confused with Santa Claus
      – beards and frost bitten toes
      sailor diseases obtained on the high seas – narrow passage

      walking down hallways in your dreams, endless and like a dry river bed

      a list of presents with prices in brackets, south of Mexico

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      • multiplemichael

        on the wrong side of the dividing line
        thumbnail sketch of Norman
        his darker impulses
        glued to young hands
        love of railroads
        and uncut men
        if one has the stomach
        reality is easy to locate

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      • multiplemichael

        reaching Mexico
        requires
        administrative abilities
        her pad—your pencil
        sketch round hole
        square peg
        lust studded with circles
        and crosses
        and checkmarks
        lube up the dry river bed
        the goal beyond the thicket
        methodically
        A BEGINNING WRITER
        NOT VERY EFFICIENT
        DEAD ENDS
        MAYBE SOMETHING UNEXPECTED
        SANTA WITH THE BEST GIFT
        “ORDERLY PROGRESSION OF COURSE”
        SHE WAS PARROTING MOANS
        FROM AN AMISH PORNO MOVIE

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      • eatmorewords

        amateur poet with the words in no order – jumbled like
        socks in the dryer
        – small attendance at the palaeontologist party (cavemen were invited but none attended)
        people mingle in small circles
        – small sparks from corduroy friction
        bones and fossils given as keepsakes in party bags

        radioactive remains under the Curie house, 19 foot flower block out the sun, mysterious lumps

        honeymoon memories

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      • multiplemichael

        through sheer cleverness
        no need to drown the skeleton
        survival 1000 times
        the asking wages
        paid in full
        fiasco detectives
        off the clock
        sidewalks
        for misunderstanding
        through sheer cleverness
        caverns and grottoes
        refuge for the club

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    • eatmorewords

      always guessing
      low tension activities
      the teacher marked the homework in red pen
      ticks and crosses

      ***, in Italy for 30 years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love – they had 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.
      So long***

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      • multiplemichael

        ITALY FOR 30 YEARS
        ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT
        IS BUCK ANTELOPES
        WITH BRIGHT PINK DONGS
        LONG THIN TUBES
        HONEYMOON CHATTER (warfare, terror, murder,
        bloodshed, dilated veins at the mouth of the anus)
        ——————————————————————-
        ——you told me once that your favorite teacher
        was an anesthetist

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      • multiplemichael

        HE DIED IN THE CIVIL WAR
        HE DIED IN THE WORLD WAR
        subject to the influence of history
        PRYING THE HANDS OFF THE CLOCK
        the beat was inside his chest
        THE POET WITH HIS PLASTIC PROPS
        EYES WATCHING EXTERNAL BEHAVIOR
        STORE-BOUGHT PETER PILLS
        IN HIS POCKET

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      • multiplemichael

        nostalgic flashbacks to Switzerland
        sowing-reaping-threshing-sodomy
        sea chanties with the fellows
        sometimes slow
        sometimes fast
        always a tad rough
        ———————–
        ———————–
        prison road gangs get horny too
        little concern for clean privies
        push the man-sledge to the side

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        anatomically correct skiers
        Swiss slopes hi-jinks
        sun burn st high altitudes
        sailors 1256 nautical miles east of here
        – wooden cabins hidden in snow drifts – enough food to last a week
        enough lube to last a years

        sledge to the horizon
        over the apex
        Downhill after

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    • multiplemichael

      tangle with poetry firsthand
      immerse readers in a kind of dream
      a fictive web
      almost in whispers
      left hand—-secret diaries
      right hand–court records
      ———————————–
      ———————————–
      in Florida there are no blue-black bulls
      —outside the window—
      loafers, idlers, impotent scientists,
      retirees, bystanders
      *crack plaster everywhere

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  22. multiplemichael

    hamburger patty with flaming little buds
    out-think or outrank bouffant
    patterns of behavior
    fractured grammar
    man-made snakes
    ridiculed poetry
    poets sleeping under cars
    unspooled lovers
    slamming motel brakes
    gravel and dirt from sex holes
    sort of an insult
    thinking of it as a hamburger patty

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  23. multiplemichael

    how does one paraphrase a hamburger patty with flaming little buds?
    reconstructed monologues from pool hall days
    pivotal moments with strange barber shirts (Cuban ?)
    kidnapped sex stories from magazines
    raw sex with a dash of scientific detachment
    observers seemed disinterested
    mistakes were made
    *thank God there was no knife throwing

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  24. multiplemichael

    THE INCIDENT AT THE TOWER OF BABEL
    POETS AND OTHER UNNAMED COLLEAGUES
    COORDINATED WORDS AND AGENDAS
    *a young Mikhail Gorbachev inflated like a balloon
    SKY-SCANNING FOR EXTRATERRESTRIALS
    FLARF POETS LOWERING THE GUARD
    BONFIRES OF POETRY
    COMPLEX GRAVITATIONAL FIELDS
    ORBITS AND ODDITIES AND DRUMS
    PHARMACEUTICALS FROM THE VILLAGE
    ADAM WITH HIS 900 YEAR OLD NUT SAC
    HIS KINGSHIP LOWERED TO TOUCH EARTH

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  25. multiplemichael

    wildlife biologists
    and detectives
    pointing at skeletons
    tripod Johnny
    the scent of a pipe
    underwear unrolled
    strong emotions
    ridiculed English
    single-minded
    focus
    sharp focus
    things unnoticed
    poets sleeping under cars
    poets from up above
    less than ants
    “God with his knowing eye”

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  26. multiplemichael

    ——————HUGE FEAR—————–
    INADEQUATE WRITING VOCABULARY
    ON THE HONEYMOON NIGHT
    thinking about beginnings
    alternative beginnings
    odd curve—good curve—bad curve
    fourth of July conclusion
    a few seconds
    five days
    gallons of sweat
    lips locked in purse
    gallery gas

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    • eatmorewords

      she left the beginnings where they belonged,
      a love song gone wrong
      rambled on
      – no idea where to stop

      the curves the lines on a graph the straight edge of the horizon
      train tracks that pierce the heartland

      we go on for miles

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      • multiplemichael

        ——————-SHE——————————-
        may have left things where they belonged
        BUT I saw the paper from the doctor
        “psychological cripple”
        avoid decisive action
        avoid suicide
        just as the birds outside
        are imprisoned
        the men at the grocery
        with their paper bags
        ——————-
        ——————-
        ancestral obligations
        how many times have you been told ?
        listen not and be beset

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      • eatmorewords

        multiple descriptions of what she looked like – none of them the same –
        seen from different angles and a certain light
        – the detective photofit didn’t do her justice

        – men at the grocery store confused by choice, overwhelmed by the volume of mayonnaise available

        they walk into the sunlight empty handed

        metaphors everywhere

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      • multiplemichael

        go to the grocery store and stare at the variety
        of mayonnaise on the shelves
        glass jars/plastic bottles from around the world
        here in Florida, mayonnaise has a thick skin
        like old paint
        one peels back the skin
        scoops out a glob
        ———————-
        in a surreal moment
        the sight of blood dripping
        into a jar of mayonnaise
        the contrast of the red and white
        AN ACT OF REPRODUCTION

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      • eatmorewords

        middle age pleasure was dirty and diseased –
        – spinning wheels
        pleasure principle heightened when life span is shortened

        there is a n equation that supports this
        written inside a mountain

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      • multiplemichael

        do you think mayonnaise from San Francisco
        tastes like unwashed men ?
        ——truth teller——
        a place on the map
        is also a place in history
        walking down the mayonnaise aisle
        a series of choices
        heavily accented gender
        anatomical destiny
        mayonnaise produced
        *fears: dispersal, displacement, dismemberment

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      • eatmorewords

        I went to San Francisco and my wife lost her sun glasses
        – all scratched lenses that would ruin any view
        – steep hills in Tenderloin
        – unwashed me followed me for a light –
        history is a map of something that has already happened –
        – maps of the future only exist in their minds –

        two many choices
        far two many choices

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      • multiplemichael

        HISTORY IS A MAP THAT NO ONE LOOKS AT
        MIDDLE-CLASS ANGLO HISTORY CLASS
        TEACHES BLACK CHILDREN
        ABOUT THE RESIDUAL SCARS
        LEFT OVER FROM
        THE CIVIL WAR
        clearly different contexts
        TAKING THE WIFE TO SAN FRANCISCO
        1,000,000 QUESTIONS
        STARTING WITH “WHY”
        POSSIBLY TO JUMP OFF THE BRIDGE
        TO BE TOSSED OFF THE BRIDGE
        TO SHOP FOR AMERICAN MAYONNAISE
        a substance squeezed from disempowered men

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      • multiplemichael

        when considering secondary sex characteristics
        in the mayonnaise aisle at the grocery
        the hermaphroditism in each of us
        screams for determined identity
        “I CAN BE NO OTHER”

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      • eatmorewords

        the constant internal screams
        yelps
        whines
        moans
        primal
        – some people have what they don’t want
        others want what they don’t have* –
        a place to meet and exchange parts & things
        sketch pads full of moreauvian nighmares, anatomical odd
        a bit here
        a bit there
        things just for show with no purpose

        *some have both and are never sad

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      • multiplemichael

        I always questioned your use of actresses
        women who contributed their voices and images
        sisters in the struggle of matrimony
        sex is something outgrown
        SEX BECOMES UNPROBLEMATIC
        SEX BECOMES UNFRAGMENTED
        time seeps cohesiveness

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    • eatmorewords

      the tunnel connects us to them
      – the news is immediate and the numbers of death
      the dead
      – I see soldiers on the street
      people on the 6th floor look down at the carnage – I listen to the band –
      – rolling news scrolls against pictures of police cars and a state of emergency –
      – there are no facts
      just news that the borders are closing in

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      • multiplemichael

        every three minutes the NEWS gives us a new death number
        ——————————————————————————–
        few if any understand the aesthetic standards
        preoccupied—divided needs
        artistic/existential
        *God tells me to pray for people in prison

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      • multiplemichael

        LIFE AT THE EXPENSE OF OTHERS
        unlicensed mathematicians
        isolated men actualizing
        wacky daddy—wacky childhood
        near-perfect automobiles
        no where to go
        the roadways
        paved with sin
        *the roadways paved in pain

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        unlicensed number men selling lies
        Orwellian numbers thrown into the equation – things don’t add up
        people become unbalanced
        – can no longer drive their cars –
        left right confusion
        stick shift gear crunch
        spinning off roads, swerved to miss the sin

        six foot deep in the hole

        *how far down do you have to be before you try to climb out?

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  27. multiplemichael

    are clocks without hands still clocks ?
    are clocks free to do as they please ?
    the current of time
    artificial ?
    people run around in water
    even full-scale immersion
    but nothing can atone
    yes, nothing can atone

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    • eatmorewords

      time has evolved
      digital clocks have no hands
      there were no clocks on the ark
      – time was immaterial and measured by the tide –
      most of the animals didn’t have hands but they were not time

      back on land we walk around carrying the weight of guilt
      regret and embarrassment

      nothing can reverse

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      • multiplemichael

        what a laugh—digital clocks in Florida
        atomic bombs or lesbian insinuations
        poets represented—not replaced
        conversational poetry
        an exchange of
        intimate information
        heterosexual marriage
        like a mat at the front door
        approximated anticipation
        HELLO HELLO HELLO

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      • eatmorewords

        men struggled against crippling addictions and feelings that dare not rear their head –
        – inquisitive man in funny ha

        back in the day when the leg of a table could cause weak knees in the strongest of men

        men with moustaches and forthright ideas

        men of history*

        *all is past

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      • multiplemichael

        grainy black-and-white photos
        of me and Sherlock Holmes
        so privileged to be placed in his life
        images that serve as references
        poetry about textualities
        INTERLOCKING QUESTIONS
        Sherlock with his essential core
        inner vision
        spontaneity
        *in a mystical, transcendental sense
        HE WAS TRANSPARENT

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      • multiplemichael

        THE POTENTIALLY DESTRUCTIVE NATURE
        OF MULTIPLE INTERROGATIONS
        to dismantle the image of Sherlock Holmes
        FICTIVE CONSTRUCTS ?
        GHOSTS ?
        THE ARTIFICIALITY OF EVIDENCE
        PIVOTAL AND SELF-CONSCIOUSLY DRAMATIC
        NOT AUDIBLE
        NOT VISIBLE
        YET—-THE MOUSTACHE IS REAL

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      • multiplemichael

        ROMANTIC LOVE
        AND RAINCOATS
        AND DIGITAL CLOCKS
        ALL IN A ROW
        THE DIVIDED HOUSE
        MISUNDERSTANDINGS
        MALE VOICES KEPT OUTDOORS
        RELATIONSHIP ANXIETY
        FRAGILE AND ABUSED
        THE MAN OUTSIDE
        MARRIAGE BARGAIN
        EXPIRED

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      • eatmorewords

        Inside the marriage
        outside the house held up with matches
        a bucketful of bad ideas

        from a distance the houses like row of teeth – in the future children will know clocks as phones –

        we are walking dinosaurs, men with watches, handkerchiefs, the pen –

        future kids will not recognise these relics

        dinosaurs now
        waiting for extinction

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      • multiplemichael

        done a bit of amateur theatricals
        always thinking
        one could probably do better
        not alone in the club
        THE TWAT CONSPIRED AGAINST ME
        at night the mind digging holes in analysis
        to write poetry of the image
        to write poetry about the image
        threads of meaning
        reality becomes a fiction in itself
        heavy isolation
        sleep separations

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      • multiplemichael

        square circle through its geography
        sex trade caught midsentence
        the marriage bargain turned dirty
        the placing of pleasures
        satisfaction described
        from a book
        *continuous butter

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      • eatmorewords

        pre-nuptial flarf
        something to be redeemed when it all goes south
        all turns sour

        nothing stays the same
        she will change

        find joy in the dark corners
        destined over and recorded

        will they read this in 50years when the computer is dug up by robots ?

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      • multiplemichael

        TEN YEARS OF READING PROVOCATIVE FILTH
        A SOLID FOUNDATION IS LAID
        ROMANCE AND MARRIAGE
        ——HONEYMOON——
        to have foreseen the course of development
        this would take
        ventriloquism
        and the hand

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      • eatmorewords

        I climbed on the filth,
        all of it,
        foot in front of foot
        left
        right
        I climbed the pile of filth
        a tower that wouldn’t fall
        – the Venn diagram of marriage
        him
        her
        filth

        honeymoon x10

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      • multiplemichael

        all this talk of FILTH
        and you still watch
        the video
        of me grooming my moustache
        possibly the staging and sequencing ?
        you and I in our Easter finery
        our childhood moments of domestic delight

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      • multiplemichael

        operant formal influence
        the sound of pain
        bare feet on broken glass
        the weight of guilt
        ————————
        ————————
        —-multiplemichael—-
        he say that it be “the family kiss”
        ————————
        ————————
        repeated physical action
        just slip it in
        and let the seed run
        sexual craftsmanship
        *baby be blond

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      • eatmorewords

        Chinese policy of one boy per house – EXCPET NO SUBSTITUTE – daughters dumped in firsts
        flushed down toilets
        sold on eBay
        – girl child with glued on rubber penis

        *you can always win the lottery

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      • multiplemichael

        WAX FORESKINS DURING THE WAR
        CONSTRUCTED AND MAINTAINED
        BY HETEROSEXUALS
        POETRY AVAILABLE
        VICARIOUS
        UNREQUITED
        the day you could afford a surrogate
        you paid a fine chap to perform “Johnny Boy”
        HE WAS A MAINSTREAM JOHNNY BOY
        ———the masquerades of Johnny Boy
        in the background a song plays
        “wonder who’s kissing him now”

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      • eatmorewords

        the Great Wall is just a metal projection
        the collective power of a billion brains
        – females in the factories
        husbands with their lovers
        – ritualistic penises carved smooth from ancient tress

        the dreams of the spurned concubine

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      • multiplemichael

        THE GREAT WALL OF THE MARRIAGE BED
        CRUMBS AND JISM ON ONE SIDE
        MEASURED DISTANCES FROM THE WIFE
        ECONOMICAL SEXUAL WEAPONS
        FOUL DOMESTIC TASKS
        PILLS CAREFULLY STORED IN A JAR
        INDEPENDENCE WITHOUT DEPENDENCY

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    • multiplemichael

      WORDS CONFIRM THE AUDIENCE’S PERCEPTIONS
      Johnny Boy floating up above as if anonymous
      free of domesticity—the suitcase woman
      ambivalent interpretations
      nonman and nonwoman
      HERMAPHRODITES
      in ancient times it was the plumbing
      today, it is so much more
      assignments—accidental
      superficial
      anatomical exceptions
      anatomical ambiguities
      (not from itself but from the other)

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      • eatmorewords

        Johnny Boy ballon empty and floating up
        tethered by wire
        the suitcase woman drags it around like a legless dog –
        reassignment plumbers are found on line –
        – you get what you pay for
        a penis under the arm
        vagina behind the knee
        – alway keep the receipt

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      • multiplemichael

        only in underdeveloped countries
        does one get what they pay for
        in America words are interrupted chaos
        what lies behind silence ?
        less confrontational poetry please
        articulating self on a cliff
        moustache on the edge
        “handsome brother, don’t jump”

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      • eatmorewords

        in America words get confused
        – they drop through the gaps
        amongst a million forgotten passports –
        confrontational poetry vs words
        – draw a line and choose sides –
        articulating words gathered from the word shop

        I sell cutlery online

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  28. multiplemichael

    no poets in America with full sets of teeth
    pedigree dogs one carries to purchase mayonnaise
    risky behavior being taught at public schools
    Olivia Newton John has been taken down
    all husbands neutered—24 hour flaccid
    plethora of female scents
    the tobacco smell on bearded ladies
    childless and single and working at a circus
    explosive diarrhea on stage
    doctors frown
    Quentin Tarantino frowns
    downward trajectory not on the wall
    “point the loaded rectum at your sister”
    8 years of college and one makes poop in public

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    • eatmorewords

      the life story of GG Allin
      – on stage and covered in shit
      photographs
      black white and brown
      follow the spots of blood to the dressing room –

      if it’s an acquired taste
      do you want to acquire it?

      phoney ID had me down as a 57 year old Asian doctor

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  29. multiplemichael

    maybe he was an unclean spirit
    ——————————————
    I come from a home with empty cupboards
    where the floor is swept
    and swept again
    no flaming swords
    or tins full
    of Jesus
    parables

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  30. multiplemichael

    UP ALL NIGHT DISMANTLING EXAGGERATED
    SENTIMENTALITY
    IN POETRY
    ABOUT MEN WHO TAKE PEDIGREE DOGS
    TO GROCERY STORES
    TO PURCHASE MAYONNAISE
    —————–ORAL FOLK TRADITION
    —————–WRITTEN

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  31. multiplemichael

    NEGATIVE NUMBING OF DESIRE
    THAT WOMAN DONE SAID
    HER WEIGHT
    10 TIMES OVER
    TOLD TO TAKE
    TO HER ROCKIN’ CHAIR
    AND SHUT THAT TEETH TRAP
    TOLD TO CLOSE
    THOSE BLACK SNAKES
    REAL TIGHT
    AND BREATHE
    THROUGH HER NOSE

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    • eatmorewords

      it’s the fear that gives it away,
      no the misconduct of their thought,
      the written testimony they’ve locked away,
      the hidden key & notes in their files –

      – white bread with no crusts
      hold the mayonnaise it’s had red in it –

      – crumbs between white dog paw

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      • multiplemichael

        we reach the end of the alphabet
        ————————————–well booted in space
        ————————————–the mayo had red in it
        we reach the end of the alphabet
        poetry with polished surfaces
        mad scientists slick

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      • eatmorewords

        at the end of the alphabet we hit the wall
        fall off the edge
        delete our Facebook accounts
        black out our faces on Instagram

        astronauts with draw powdered mayonnaise

        never tasted the same in the company of men

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      • multiplemichael

        XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
        ———————————————————
        XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
        ———————————————————
        POETRY ABOUT EATING MAYONNAISE
        IN THE COMPANY OF MEN
        SOMEHOW MORALLY WORSE
        THE BITE PHYSICALLY STRONGER
        I SWEAR I COULD TASTE
        PRONOUNCED “INSTINCTS”
        —————————————–
        XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
        —————————————–
        XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
        —————————————-

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      • eatmorewords

        caught in the web
        tied up in knots
        half hitch, hangmans noose, round the tree and down the hole –
        styrofoam stomach and moonshine
        – bombs used to fall from the sky but now they walk into McDonalds and crowded hotels –
        humans are the only species that can kill at a distance –

        – a futile journey to here
        pictures of food and snapchat

        blackstar Bowie returns

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  32. multiplemichael

    they been holed up in that tiny apartment
    making like it was the honeymoon suite
    two bull elephants with swollen balls
    putting down some vigorous poetry
    pseudofolk meat slapping
    rhythmic ecstasy
    *everyone in the neighborhood wanted to join in with the chant

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      • eatmorewords

        a thousand fingers point at the stains and a thousand voices blame mayonnaise
        -the stains
        – the lunch box trauma
        – Greek men at the deli the hairs in the sandwhich,
        cheap floss for the man with the bad teeth

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  33. multiplemichael

    CROSS-THE-FORBIDDEN-LINE
    ——————————————–
    YOU’RE AT A FRIEND’S HOUSE
    DRINKING BEERS
    AND HE OFFERS
    YOU A SPOON OF MAYONNAISE
    ——————————————–
    as you stare at the spoon
    you see some on his hand

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    • eatmorewords

      designed in darkened rooms – failed experiments burned out of existence – just the memory left
      and the taste
      not of this realm
      – spirit and flesh held together by invisible force –

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      • multiplemichael

        arrow-covered maps
        you cut off a limb
        and followed the chap
        back to his village
        unseen string-pullers
        deciphering
        language barriers
        potentially mappable—Johnny Boy
        ———————————————-
        a map that changed bread and wine
        into flesh and blood
        —do you think he was scantily clothed ?
        no Mennonites or Amish at the Sweet 16 party
        smart people were afraid of the four “E” words
        enslavement, exile, exclusion, execution
        —————————————————–
        I told the doctor that I felt claustrophobic
        that I enjoyed smelling mayonnaise
        genitalia through a peephole
        no prohibitions except those founded
        by silly old women
        or church whores

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      • eatmorewords

        limbless but ready to regrow
        to explode
        from the cocoon
        leaving a shadow and remains –
        – a popular phenomena – modern man and his mayonnaise
        some like it when it’s goes yellow and hard round the edges
        – others like the sound when it’s dropped from a great height onto a plastic surface
        – others just like to roll the word mayonnaise around their mouths

        church whores sell their wares behind the scenes at the local church fete

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      • multiplemichael

        ——arrow-covered maps——
        a red trail back to the village
        covered in a plague
        suffer Homo sapiens
        sorry about the lack of interest in you
        no heaven—no way
        KISS YOUR NUTRIMENT ORIFICE GOODBYE

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      • eatmorewords

        maps coloured in, places
        where I’ve been
        other maps show stolen land, places of war,
        cemeteries marked with crosses
        – plague cities black ringed
        – places of pogroms shown by pins –

        arrows indicate migrationary trails – outward from Africa monkey man to homosapien
        the evolution of the thumb
        blind fishes

        *the first restaurant sold primordial soup,
        Precambrian forests

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      • multiplemichael

        THE READER RATHER THAN THE WRITER
        get it correct—annihilating flood
        very few survivors
        for some strange reason
        they brought NATURE
        mental illness
        ugliness
        aging
        diseases
        hunger for meat
        stretchers
        pickpockets
        pimps
        doped-up mayonnaise
        institutional life
        blackstars

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      • eatmorewords

        blackstar was the code name for the rocket they would fill with animals and humans and DNA and plant life and cutlery and computers,
        a rocket that would be fired away from Earth in times of apocalypse-
        a modern day metal ark –
        no room for pickpockets
        pimps
        perpetrators
        paedophiles
        panhandlers

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      • eatmorewords

        wilting in public under the light
        under the constant gaze
        playing peek-a-boo with the audience
        ‘now you see me
        now you don’t”
        – a hansel and gretel trail of faces and personas litter his history
        – smarted make up on the outside of the fuselage

        floating in a tin can
        sponsored by Coke a Cola

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    • eatmorewords

      serious attempts to capture everything in words,
      volumes of words scribbled
      scratched
      , a thousand descriptions for the simplest of things,

      the black lemonade hawker sold his wares here and there

      the whole town was waiting for the delivery
      white like Christmas

      good and bad
      Bowie sheds his skin like the snake

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      • multiplemichael

        rim roamers from rock and roll
        RIM ROVERS FROM ROCK AND ROLL
        map-making masturbation
        tidied up sex—gentrified the rough stuff
        women with imaginary places
        poor little David Bowie
        like a gay Elephant Man
        singing about the day
        Jesus died

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      • eatmorewords

        Bowie has many faces
        Joan Bowie beside the crib
        rocking it slowly
        – transgression into others
        – a happy limb
        – edges smoothed out then exploded
        – behind the knee
        spaceship bowie orbiting black holes

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      • multiplemichael

        poor little David Bowie—the gay Elephant Man
        constantly overshadowed by the Jagger Cockstar
        termitelike creatures from his damaged ears
        “winking out”
        mummified body
        undiscovered parts
        a sucking fish mouth
        prepared to make child
        Darwinian fodder stuffed womb
        thresholds… earth-mother Bowie
        biblical role—birth from dust
        descendant of “SHE”
        need more be said

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      • multiplemichael

        DAVID BOWIE DOING HORMONE SHOTS
        PREPARING FOR BREASTFEEDING
        HAVING NEVER GIVEN UP ON “CHILDBIRTH”
        SANCTIMONIOUS
        PREACHY
        3 MAKESHIFT SCARECROWS
        RELIGIOUS PROJECTIONS
        MORAL RATHER THAN LITERARY
        *blackstar bibles for motels

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      • eatmorewords

        multi headed babies &
        scarecrows stationed at strategic points of the periphery
        – breastfeeding in secret –

        (Don’t tell me when you hear “breastfeeding” you don’t picture people feeding on plates of breasts
        cutlery in hand)

        – secrets hidden in hotels and motels

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      • multiplemichael

        the big pill thrill here in Florida
        Mary Shelley Pills
        older women take up to 20 a day
        painkillers
        they fail to kill the pain
        slightly pre-corpse
        slightly Margaret Mead
        scantier tops
        scantier bottoms
        Kentucky style
        —————————-if men take them
        —————————-weak dick
        —————————-scorned by lesser males
        —————————-mistreated and mistrusted by women
        —————————-black market anthropologists
        —————————-become an androgyne
        SEX WRESTLING WITH ATTRACTIVE “SCOUTS”
        BREEDING MALES IN TRUNKS
        CRIPPLES IN THE AUDIENCE
        ANGELS WITH BASKETBALL BREASTS
        GENITALIA HAVING GIVEN BIRTH
        LIKE SOMEWHERE ONE COULD PARK A TRUCK

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      • eatmorewords

        so many pills she sounds like a maraca when she walks down the street –
        rattle rattle rattle
        – pills for all kinds of alignments
        weight loss
        erectile dysfunction
        laser eyes
        internal rot
        diseased loins

        side effects two many to mention , the Elvis shakes

        bodies in trunks
        float to the surface

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      • multiplemichael

        FROM TIME TO TIME A SULPHUROUS SCENT
        —————————————————————–
        on the map of the Old Testament
        God had no wife
        semi-biblical products purchased at Costco
        many be imitations
        ————————-
        my attendants are high
        prowling on Sunday night
        I called out to the Lord
        “new woman on board”

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      • eatmorewords

        Bowie and Bing Crosby around a roaring fire –
        – role models and wife beaters
        – reinvention for the price of a cheap meat pie

        there is a reason for the yellow teeth

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      • eatmorewords

        farewell said in morse code
        the loud noise of the machine
        deafens young ears
        the white noise
        – some times i wake up and feel like an elephant is sitting on my chest
        i administer myself daily

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      • multiplemichael

        SADISTIC DOCTORS WITH CARNIVAL MIRRORS
        PILL BY PILL—MEAL BY MEAL
        EXCRUCIATING ELEVATOR MUSIC
        INSTITUTIONAL LIFE
        the end of the race is often regrettable
        callous treatment from family and friends
        ——————————————————
        ——————————————————
        I spent the day listening to “BLACKSTAR”
        on my Dick Tracy two-way wristwatch radio

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      • eatmorewords

        pills sold in vending machines in school corridors,
        McDonald wash rooms
        – turn full for maximum vend turn full for maximum vend – turn full for maximum vend –

        Blackstar future elevator music for another world

        *i heard it yesterday
        the wife laughed at another reinvention – she used the word PARODY

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      • multiplemichael

        JESUS LAUGHED ABOUT THE BROTHER SISTER THING LIKE ONE MUST BE ON THAT OLD BUCKET THE ARK
        BABIES BORN FROM DANCING FOREIGN MAYONNAISE METAPHORS MOTIVES PLOTS GENITALIA OLIVER TWIST BREADCRUMBS MINIATURIZED MEAT MACHINES MICROCHIPS IMPLANTED IN EVERYTHING BAPTIZED MICROCHIPS ARTIFICIAL ORGASMS WATCHING FROM THE BACKS OF OUR HEADS ORIFICES LEAKING

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      • eatmorewords

        priests hired to baptise micro-chips before they leave the factory

        holy water sprayed from water pistols – cuts back on overheads and headcount
        – microchipped meat

        you are a small blip on a map
        on a map on a screen
        on a screen in a room that doesn’t exist – a small blip flashing

        a liver made in a factor
        a wooden lung

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      • multiplemichael

        millions of years of evolutionary pessimism
        locked up in that micro-chip
        the angels and animals have gone to sleep
        they no longer can slide back
        —-it is true
        the Harlequin Romances are destroyed

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      • eatmorewords

        the expelled dug through the mountain
        all said they say islands in clouds
        animal shadows cast by tress
        agents slept in pairs
        shared pencils and wife’s
        – back stories stolen from doctors files

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      • multiplemichael

        SWITZERLAND EXPELLED FOREIGNERS
        AND NO ONE SAID A THING
        the things purchased with pain
        I was willing to pay more
        “I WAS WILLING TO PAY MORE”
        *dollops of mayonnaise
        I pay the price
        drugs and double-sided abilities
        outside the sight and sound of anguish
        SCIENTISTS EVERYWHERE
        I WAVE AT THEM

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      • multiplemichael

        slogan-chanting poets
        pretence is no longer necessary
        forbidden thoughts
        about the adolescent Jesus
        ————————————–
        ————————————–
        sexless automatons
        protagonists on public transit
        popping another pill
        some people cut
        some people sew

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      • multiplemichael

        I would never trust a scientist that didn’t smoke
        ————————————————————-
        in my small hometown, Jesuit priests
        used spoons to escape Switzerland
        We had no guns to shoot the bastards
        *hammers, knives, and rat poison
        ——————————————–
        ——————————————–
        drawing conclusions
        enclosed spaces
        seeming undefended
        small humans
        people in church
        determined to grieve

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      • eatmorewords

        I would never trust a bald hairdresser
        hands slick with pomade

        – in my hometown you’re never more than 7ft from a rat –

        hammers used,
        but not for the right purpose –

        misuse of metaphors weakens the structure

        I saw her literally drawing her conclusion, sharp pen
        not a knife in sight

        got 11 more followers from the hinterland

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      • multiplemichael

        no breadcrumbs in modern poetry
        multilevel truth
        truth borrowed from truth
        paths in poetry
        a leaky cistern
        BABYLONIANS
        with traces of mud
        a soiled caress
        a deepening interiority

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      • eatmorewords

        holy men emerging from sand*
        multilayered truth
        layers blur horizon sea to cloud –
        I know the leaky cistern – Chinese water-torture, names in a book, night time disappearances

        – Babylonians hid clay tablets in the sand & mud –

        *stolen from Hittite Man

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      • eatmorewords

        words erased at a time when I’ve run out of them
        – paying top dollar for words no longer than 7 letters long –

        I saw her through a fish eye
        – all concave (or was she convex?)

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      • multiplemichael

        WORDS TO START A TRAUMATIC EPISODE
        INEVITABLY
        MORE PILLS FOR MORE PEOPLE
        3 WEEKS RESTACKING THE BRAIN
        THOUSANDS OF NEW NAMES AND PASSWORDS
        —always been a fan of Swedish hormones

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      • eatmorewords

        traumatic episodes
        Golden Girls and Cheers
        all recorded on tape
        black tape,
        like a belt,
        three pills before breakfast
        three at lunch
        – prescription charges, easy assembled hormones that collapse after use

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      • multiplemichael

        ——COLLAPSE AFTER USE——
        SELF-TIMER BUZZES
        THE LIMP SKIN PULLED FROM A DOG
        it easily impersonated the limp skin from a dog
        HORMONES CALLED “FAHRENHEIT”
        UNFATHOMABLE BOTTOMS
        LIMITLESS CAPACITY
        INCH AFTER BLACK INCH
        PALMS UP TO SLEEP

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      • eatmorewords

        the janitor in hells job is never done
        mop and bucket
        unsent postcards
        blank of words

        *the therapist read incorrectly is the rapist
        the weakness of words
        twisted like a heater skelter

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      • eatmorewords

        a dead dump defiles
        no recognition of death or life
        jump between the two
        a white line on the highway

        gravediggers hate the cold
        broken backs
        bend shovels
        – the mourners stand in a cold line

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      • multiplemichael

        haunting fields with night falling
        endless reasons to face the darkness
        a darkness that seems to change size
        loneliness in itself is without measure
        relinquishing and losing
        overtaken

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      • eatmorewords

        with the constant internal monologue, low white hum
        are we ever alone?
        – emotion changes its size shape and colour
        black blanketed from the stars down

        not overtaken
        just keeping up

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      • multiplemichael

        ———————–she——————————–
        all those poems that started “just keeping up”
        the reader exists somewhere
        a punishing place
        she said that others were reading
        her naked

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      • eatmorewords

        is there a fake interstate? one that doesn’t exist in books
        and travelogues?
        – a just a long gray straight road that runs under you like an unspooling cassette tape –
        small incremental changes in the dial, mixed readings
        mixed feelings

        can you feel your hair grow?

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      • multiplemichael

        —reality out of reach
        a cloud of poetic silence ?
        a lover who has strayed
        memories covered with a blanket of silence
        her big ear pressed against you
        she is not only hearing
        she is overhearing
        —————————————————-
        —————————————————-
        solitary cries from the castaway
        by widening the panorama
        one spots the boat
        stretching your arms
        as if you are rich
        beyond suffering

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    • multiplemichael

      just having a little nap with the jungle girl
      She came into town
      my man was there with open hand
      funny what people will sell for cash money
      She is my favorite trigger
      all soft all white—above all soil

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      • eatmorewords

        people will sell anything for money – just look online
        you can buy hair
        people
        livers
        patents for self erecting homes
        – people will buy money for money

        they say the dark net is bigger than the known universe &
        I remember when the whole internet was just fields

        Internet as an open hand, warm shakes, clenched fist,
        back handed slap

        what goes on above the soil is life

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      • multiplemichael

        taught to answer to the name, JONAH
        but never how to face despair
        open the front door and Jonah
        comes home like an escaped pet
        a solitary struggle
        when asked to quote a Johnny Boy poem
        he mouths the words
        written on a toilet stall

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      • eatmorewords

        most of my philosophy was stolen from toilet walls
        circa 1964
        Jonah and his water wings
        Michaels consuming his pills and posting poems through his neighbours doors
        – observational poetry about neighbours and their habits –
        like skin
        close to the bone

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      • multiplemichael

        ——————observational poetry
        countless homes with no books
        elemental fire and ash
        Easter morning for migratory distance
        Easter morning for the younger brother
        what kind of flapdoodle doesn’t own a book ?

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      • eatmorewords

        no books needed with this stream of consciousness
        as long as there are thoughts
        it will go on and people have stopped reading books
        – they own computers
        they read computers

        Easter morning tooth ache all year round

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  34. multiplemichael

    I KNOW ABOUT YOUR SELF-INTERROGATION AT WORK
    THE ELEMENT OF SECRECY AND SECOND THOUGHTS
    PRIVATE–INTIMATE MATTERS
    MEMORIES OF THE SUBMARINE
    YOUR WIFE MAKING SENTENCES
    WITH THE WORD “PARODY”
    YOUR RELIGION AGAINST REVISION
    NO REREADING
    NO RETHINKING
    NO REWRITING
    THE TRAIN GOES
    FROM POINT A
    TO POINT B

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    • eatmorewords

      self integration at work
      survival technique just to get by – the photocopier hum,
      shit tea,
      warm paper,
      chewed pens,
      filling cabinets contains files no one reads,
      air condition blowing hot and cold, I am a parody

      your upping sticks and moving on out – no need for rewiring

      in England the trains goes from a to nearly b

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    • eatmorewords

      – fishing in the shallow waters
      half submerged

      years ago in them days when you
      were confused by your reflection –

      them days of no attention and neglect

      you grew a beard and soiled yourself

      attention waned

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      • multiplemichael

        WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF “FISHING”
        THE FLASH OF ROMANCE
        A QUICK CONTRACTION
        POSSIBLY PAIN-LIKE
        FROM TOE TO HEAD
        ————————————PEOPLE WERE TALKING
        ABOUT HOW SMALL THE BRIDE WAS
        EVE WAS LIKE A SMALL DOLL
        EVEN THE LORD TREMBLED
        HER NAKED BODY WAS SHARP
        WORKING IN SILENCE
        ADAM WAS UPSET

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  35. multiplemichael

    —————-the graveyard had no dead bodies—–
    ASSOCIATIONAL MEMORIES
    PAST HISTORIES (OLD-YOUNG-TRUE-FALSE)
    VOCABULARIES
    to hike beyond death takes a suspension of disbelief
    to do what we do—knowing full well we’re being watched

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    • multiplemichael

      unembarrassed about the accidents
      exchanges between poet and reader
      participations in devil things
      putting the small child on the hook
      hoping to catch the big one
      that got away
      sympathetic relatives
      when it was you on the hook
      you were so indestructible
      that young repertoire and proud length
      warm lips in the shade warm tongue late at night

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    • eatmorewords

      the removed the bodies at the graveyard – moved them to lower rent areas – geographical memories disassociated from all events that lead here –

      I know we’re being watched
      lenses and eyes that scan faces

      broken toes from the death hike

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  36. multiplemichael

    YOU TRIED TO TALK LOVE WITH RUPTURED GRAMMAR
    COVERED IN THE DUST OF THE PAST
    DESPERATE—A DROWNING MAN
    A LIFELONG DECIPHER
    COMMUNAL PUBLIC TRANSIT
    DIRGELIKE MOVEMENT
    CATTLE TURN OUT TO BE SHOPPING CARTS
    MOTHERS TOSS UNWANTED CHILDREN
    THEY OPEN UP SLOTS OF PERSONAL TIME

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  37. multiplemichael

    THE OUTER JOHNNY BOY
    TRIES TO FOCUS
    ON THE INNER WRITER
    —————————————-HER EXQUISITE POSTURE
    ——————–EXQUISITELY POSTURING WOMAN PARTS
    AROUSAL ON THE TRAIN TRACKS
    THE MUSCLES OF HER ABDOMEN
    SPIRITUALLY CORRECT
    willing to die at any time
    willing-to-die-at-any-time

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    • eatmorewords

      the inner poet looks for winter
      no new words for snow
      how to tell the difference between stalactites and stalagmites
      – one goes up
      – one goes down
      johnny boy sitting in winter where the whole world looks ill
      not willing to die
      waiting to live

      the trees all look sad and pathetic, sick and cold, naked in the grey

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  38. multiplemichael

    THE REVOLVING DOOR OF POETRY
    SPLIT OPEN LIKE EVE
    ON THE DAY OF THE FIRST BIRTH
    ——(THE BIRTH GUT)——
    LITERARY WORLD STUNNED
    SOURCE OF STRANGE SOUNDS LOCATED
    HIRED, REHAB, FIRED, ON THE STREET
    REWRITTEN FIFTY TIMES
    TESTS LIKE A FIRING SQUAD
    A LOW-CUT DRESS ON DEATH

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    • eatmorewords

      stuck in that revolving door, dizzy from centrifugal force
      the stunned faces when they saw the first words collected in a sentence

      new slang – the evolution of words – the same old maths,
      numbers don’t change,
      frozen since the 16th century

      gulag dreams and frostbitten toes

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  39. multiplemichael

    GOLD-EMBROIDERED
    CURTAIN TROUSERS
    ABANDONED WOMEN
    OUTSIDE THE FOLD
    EMBATTLED WORDS
    SUSPENDED
    ALMOST LEVITATING
    ——————————
    ——————————
    VERBS ON BLACKENED PAPER
    MUCOUS EXCITATION
    FINGERS IN ZONES
    EXAGGERATED FRENCH ACCENTS
    REAL-LIFE POETRY FLOATING ABOUT
    ASHAMED TO OPENLY ACKNOWLEDGE IT

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    • eatmorewords

      all i want for christmas is gold embroidered curtain trousers, a pair for each member of the family, matching legs, gold and glistening, content and happy

      nouns thrown around like tennis balls

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    • eatmorewords

      amateur poet time in the quiet corner of the library
      – blank faces whitewashed and gaunt
      – people who add copyright disclaimers to pages of rubbish

      I’m going back in my to my hole
      until till the kettles boiled

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      • eatmorewords

        drab poets talk of emotion and feelings but not life –
        end sentences with emoticons

        – who would want to copy that?
        – the flarf men’s spray gun approach – the flarf men always colour over the edges

        – a mess of scribbles

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      • multiplemichael

        SELF-PROCLAIMED ATHLETES IN THE POET WORLD
        RUN-RIDE- OR HIDE
        THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN BEING HERE
        AND BEING THERE
        A MEAL TICKET IF YOU CAN LEVITATE
        (prohibitions on ambrosia)

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      • eatmorewords

        self proclaimed athletes are just average joes with steroids coursing through clogged up veins – they can’t really run –
        needle sharp skin piercing –
        they just punch pout in gym gear*

        -rich woman in gym gear drinking coffee have never seen a tread mill or touch a weight –
        just tight lycra and coffers 10 minutes after dropping Poppy off at the school gates

        their meal ticket is their husband cock

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      • multiplemichael

        ONE OF THE COUNTRY’S SIX GREATEST POETS
        PREOCCUPIED WITH THE SEX ACT
        CONSTANTLY STARTING WHAT COULDN’T BE FINISHED
        A RHINOCEROS IN GOOD STANDING
        no question about whodunit

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      • eatmorewords

        sixth greatest poet voted by phone poll
        tiny Napoleon frozen on the way to Russia –
        told Josephine not to wash, to keep it dirty – AWAIT MY RETURN
        planning the overthrow of the world with sex on his mind
        and a sword on his waist

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      • multiplemichael

        NAPOLEON’S UNDERWEAR OFTEN ON DISPLAY
        VELVETY SMOOTH WITH BATTLE MARKS
        TOLD JOSEPHINE NOT TO WASH
        THE OPENING VISIBLE
        STANDING STARK NAKED
        *in a room full of proofreaders—sexual scissors—those surreal legs

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      • eatmorewords

        battle marks from the eternal struggle – brown scratches on once white cotton – Napoleons pants are split BRING RE-ENFORCEMENTS –
        – tiny man by all accounts
        – tiny

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      • multiplemichael

        third grade history class
        body language and Napoleon
        his unmentionable semicolon
        a tiny torso with a large loaf
        fatigued from all the measurements
        robe-clad Josephine
        often open to one side
        a goddess of nature
        physically a virgin
        defined by no one
        confined by no bond
        belonging to no one

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      • eatmorewords

        one yank
        and he went under
        another yank
        and he went under

        – both heads throbbing

        – sinking not treading water
        somehow above and below the surface

        iceberg sexuality

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      • eatmorewords

        dropping anchor
        – one hand yanker
        a one man act in a world of his own
        – lost amongst erotic trees and daydreams – dropped from here

        (holds hand up to indicate how high)

        semen resembles ghosts

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      • multiplemichael

        COLD ON THE SURFACE
        A BOIL UNDER THE HOOD
        UPSTART SEMICOLONS
        ———————-OGLES
        NOT A DRY EYE IN THE PANTS
        SEX ON A LEASH LIKE A PET
        LEGGY NAPOLEON
        BY LENGTH AND SHAPE
        ESSENTIAL REALITY
        *stand up and still touch the ground

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    • eatmorewords

      that hole was off limits – she decreed it as was her right
      however
      other holes where available – tighter,
      maybe
      but still a hole

      water wings

      flotation tanks and 15 minutes of peace

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      • eatmorewords

        a one armed scissor can not fulfil its full potential –
        mistaken for a killer in the supermarket checkout queue – the beard is a giveaway — groceries dropped and no payment offered –
        apples role from a bag and past the automatic doors
        in to the Florida sun

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      • multiplemichael

        ONE ARM SCISSOR MORE TOLERANT
        DENATURED LOVE AND SEX
        CORRUPTIBLE GENITALS
        DISPENSING—?—CRYPTIC DISPENSING
        PERSISTENT STUBBORN DESIRE
        NAPOLEON IN BRITCHES
        HIS SELF-STYLED SADDLE
        LOWER FLORIDA ALLIGATOR BOOTS
        *bony neck with large head
        *hairy and soft on arrival

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      • eatmorewords

        I have a song called one armed scissor
        – like the honeymoon might it was short and dirty
        – no distinction between what we did and what we thought we were supposed to do –

        alligator shoes from the days of yore – worn by fashionable cavemen at the local discotecque

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      • multiplemichael

        PEOPLE THINK THAT MENTAL HEALTH
        STARTS WITH WASHING THE HANDS
        TRYING TO REMOVE THE GUILT
        ———-the alligator shoes
        CHANGING THE SOCKS
        START WITH LIGHTER COLORS
        END THE EVENING IN PITCH BLACK
        32 PAIRS OF SOCKS ON AN AVERAGE DAY
        ———-THANK GOD for two hands

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      • eatmorewords

        free socks at the entrance –
        in some circles the colour of your socks is a code
        sexual
        – sends out signals
        – misread like crocodile shoes when you want alligator ones – it’s the subtle differences
        the blur of the line

        this or that?

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      • eatmorewords

        Irish crime,
        explosive potatoes – good luck green – for years people thought I was the one selling the shoes – I wasn’t
        I was just a weakly sketched out protagonist reading someone else’s lines –

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      • multiplemichael

        WEAKLY SKETCHED OUT PROTAGONIST
        +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
        THAT WILL GET YOU A STALL
        AT ANY INTERSTATE RESTROOM
        NO POSSIBILITY OF REDEMPTION
        AS THE MEN PASS YOU AROUND
        ———CIRCLE THE BLOCK———

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      • eatmorewords

        in the restroom somewhere off an interstate* all your 4000 comments scrawled in pen –
        – no possibility of probation from these roles assigned –

        bury the waste in the morning

        *there motorways here
        no turnpikes

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      • multiplemichael

        taking a leak on the endless road to redemption
        some guy says, “I think his intestine is protruding from his backside”
        so goes the world of poetry—tuberculosis and truck stop sodomy
        penitentiary graduates cleaning toilets
        impoverished gigolos
        with cunning jujitsu tongues
        working-class oral jabs

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      • eatmorewords

        5 to 10 years
        1 to 5 lines – sentenced in absentia – they didn’t even know who the culprit was – just rumour and pointing fingers from victim A –

        protruding through the sheen of history, a bump in the road,
        too many miles from home

        robust jabs from the Kung-fu King

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      • multiplemichael

        ————-you said all the children in the neighborhood
        came from too many gin & tonics
        otherworldly, so afloat
        and yet the faces like apes
        to discover the genius in others
        self-set goals in private
        endless years of marriage
        and not a hint of initiative or curiosity
        xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
        live and work and constantly
        second-guessed

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      • multiplemichael

        ———THE TURNPIKE TOILET
        RESTING PLACE FOR THE DIFFERENT
        THE UNUSUAL——ARTISTS AND POETS
        OUTSIDERS, UFO INHABITANTS
        MEN WHO WEAR LEATHER
        AND SMOKE CHUBBY CIGARS
        “PAPERBACK PEOPLE”
        A SOCIAL WORLD WHERE SEX CAN BE SURVIVAL
        WHERE RELIGION IS NO STRONGER THAN VITAMIN C
        PHYSICALLY EXHAUSTED WITH MALE MENUS
        CONVERSATION BANGING AGAINST YOUR PRIVATES

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      • multiplemichael

        the male poet with his solitary task
        a regular athlete
        fictional rumors about sex
        one can identify the geographical origin of semen
        by taste or texture
        or understand
        all the sins of the will and imagination
        or reproduce them for readers
        every living creature a voyeur
        sex in the head
        years to burrow

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      • eatmorewords

        fictional rumours filtered in
        through smashed car windows and crowded streets
        – a charm offensive on three wheels
        – filmed against a backdrop of animosity, it will be sold off as rough textures
        – sex in the head, literally
        through the ear

        semen of glue,
        either way it’s stuck
        – living cream

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  40. multiplemichael

    WALKING HAND-IN-HAND
    IN THE LAND
    OF UNCOMMON PSYCHIATRIC SYNDROMES
    SATELLITES WATCHING JEWS
    WHO OFTEN FAIL TO FLOAT
    AND DROWN ALONE
    THE WATER BEING A FOE
    ONLY THE STRANGE ONES SURVIVE
    SATAN LOVES THE MELTING POT
    ETHNIC-RELIGIOUS
    ANCESTORS WITH DEEP ROOTS
    CUT AND DISCARDED

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      • eatmorewords

        poor people in $150 dollar shoes vs poor people on the street –
        always grey areas
        I hear that in America many can’t afford health care so they carry out operations on themselves and close members of their family –

        inter- generational amputation with whisky sedatives

        PASS THE AXE EUGENE

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  41. multiplemichael

    dissenting peasantry in America
    Yes—poor people glue numbers on paper money
    how many Francs before France ?
    funny money is long gone
    back to true blue
    fruit at the market
    before it’s ripe
    unspeakable
    fruit picked before it is ripe
    often by hands from a modern concentration camp
    ghost painters for Warhol
    $10 per hour

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  42. multiplemichael

    they say that those Warhol ghost painters
    are real beauties
    the men with ugly grins
    unknown suicides with sodomy
    virile, bona fide male rape
    “in a clench with a rip”
    sadistic satisfaction

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  43. multiplemichael

    going against nature
    and then suffering unhappiness
    finding it difficult to be gay
    not “MAN” enough
    different but not theatrical
    emotional quagmires
    incompleteness
    absenteeism
    ———————-the backseat of the car
    full of male hookers and con men
    photographs of sin and syphilis
    ———————-countless dreams with Allen Ginsberg
    I openly exclaimed, “you may be many things
    but you are not a poet !”
    *not one single person has read anything written
    by Allen Ginsberg in 18 months

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    • eatmorewords

      decisions decisions decisions obsolete if predetermined by birth – boomerang sexuality
      – return to sender –

      they were in the back seat
      I was in the front, embarrassed and not peeking – I moved the rear view mirror
      changed its angle

      many people thought Ginsberg was a confederate state

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  44. multiplemichael

    the mother no longer a grimy baby factory
    candles ripped from the cake
    a happier more efficient life
    ————poets loaded with inferiority
    ————strange things inherited
    Allen Ginsberg may be recognized by history
    —deficient intellect, weeds and monkey hair

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    • eatmorewords

      the mother has gone through the process –
      daughter mother –
      the cycle completed
      now free and unfettered –
      crushed cocoon

      pendulous breasts no long suckled
      – veins like tributaries of great rivers spread out across her surface –

      Ginsberg but with the head of Bukowski – she alway got the two confused

      the fork roads of history

      the ineffectual lines of the self proclaimed flarf King

      (His silence speaks volumes)

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      • multiplemichael

        ——————-SO MANY DEAD FEELINGS ABOUT SO MANY THINGS
        COTTON PEASANT CLOTHING—NOT HOLLYWOOD OR SIRLOIN
        DAYDREAMS ABOUT BEING JOHN KENNEDY—BEING NAUGHTY
        NOT JUST SOME PROFOUND RELIEF THAT IT’S DONE WITH
        THE SIGNIFICANCE OF HIT AND RUN

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      • multiplemichael

        THE LITTLE FAMILY IN FESTIVE POSES
        ENJOYING ALL THE THINGS
        NOT PERMITTED ON THE ARK
        NO COOKIE DOUGH FOR NOAH
        LIP-SMACKING WAS A NO-NO
        *secret people in Switzerland—yes, there were secret people in Switzerland

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  45. multiplemichael

    who will deny the right of existence to poets ?
    ask yourself—your neighbor
    WHAT IS VITAL ?
    brutality—the worship of force
    recognized by history
    taught to young minds
    *we who submit willingly to unconditional authority

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  46. multiplemichael

    TARZAN QUESTIONED BY THE GESTAPO
    TARZAN SHOT BY THE STATE POLICE IN KENTUCKY
    OPPONENTS TOO HEAVY TO CLIMB TREES
    ALLEN GINSBERG WITH GRIZZLED HAIR
    SURPLUS FLESH
    A HARPOONER
    AND A HARPOONEE
    A ROPE LADDER ON HIS BACKSIDE
    FIRE AND BRIMSTONE IN SLACKS
    FORBIDDING GLANCES AT THE URINAL

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    • eatmorewords

      Tarzan and the Vines was the house and and at the Leviathan social –
      – giver and taker – the rules of love –

      Allen Ginsberg, 16 of Des Moines regular gets misdirected mail

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      • multiplemichael

        ———-ALLEN GINSBERG, A POET PARACHUTIST THAT NEVER LEFT THE GROUND
        poetry with opening and closing scenes
        one entanglement to another
        poetry with no ripcord
        poetry with no return address
        more pain than pleasure
        *culinary prose and cutlery

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      • multiplemichael

        ramblings about Noah and family
        entries and jottings
        aches and pains
        ———-no secret
        Noah used Ginsberg poetry to light the stove
        hideous poetry straight from the sanatorium
        all adhesions to the flames
        nothing normal about Ginsberg
        *the alphabet in poor repair

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  47. multiplemichael

    ———————-YOU SAID ALL KINDS OF CRAZY THINGS—LIKE YOU SWALLOWED 34 SACRED HEART MEDALS—THAT YOU MAY HAVE SWALLOWED AN ALARM CLOCK—I FELT NERVOUS ABOUT MY TRANSISTOR RADIO—HAD YOU SWALLOWED IT ALSO ?

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  48. multiplemichael

    REALITY IS A COLLECTION OF SMALL MOLECULAR UNITS
    AUTOGRAPHED SEX
    YOU WIFE AT HOME WITH HER GIFT BASKET
    SO HAPPY SHE CAPTURED YOU
    WHILE YOU WERE STILL FRESH
    *purposeful Johnny—not Tennessee Williams

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    • eatmorewords

      try trying to translate literature into life –
      sometime not enough supporting actors to fill the roles –
      not enough words to share

      dirty deeds cleaned up for the next generation

      this generations dirty deeds would make your grandmother cry

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  49. multiplemichael

    ———————————–IN TERMS OF RACOON-DOG COATS PURCHASED FROM CHINA
    not talking about modern angels living in New York City
    TALKING ABOUT THE FARMS WHERE THEY RAISE RACOON-DOGS FOR THEIR FUR
    FAKE FUR AROUND YOUR NECK ISN’T FAKE OR MANMADE
    RACOON-DOG MEAT IS ON YOUR PLATE
    LURKING DARKNESS
    JESUS WITH HIS DEADLINES
    FIRST THE TRANSLATION
    THEN THE COMPLETION

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  50. multiplemichael

    LISTENING TO A PARTICULAR MUSIC
    CHLOROFORMED JAZZ
    AFTER YEARS OF ELECTROSHOCK
    ELEVATOR MUSIC FROM THE POLICE STATION LOBBY
    VEILS OF DECEIT AROUND A DANGEROUS CARNIVAL RIDE
    BARRELING ALONG THE RODEO RING
    LOOPS AND LASSOS—THE GRAVITY OF LANGUAGE
    ONE HELL OF A BATTLE ACCIDENT
    NOTORIOUSLY DIFFICULT TO GET IN
    NOTORIOUSLY DIFFICULT TO GET OUT OF

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    • eatmorewords

      carnival rides and the bikes of death
      dangerous prizes to be won
      red-neck banjo
      secrets hidden under beards and inside honey jars

      the tents will come down
      the carnival will leave town

      they will be back
      lassoed to the past

      feeble muscles ravaged

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  51. multiplemichael

    what could be more fascinating or more terrifying
    than the sodomy never mentioned in Romeo and Juliet ?
    THINK ABOUT EPIDERMIS AND DAPHNE du MAURIER
    phantom lovers—all the white guys on a basketball team
    turtleneck skins —nothing pinned up or sewed or knotted

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  52. multiplemichael

    WITHOUT THE BENEFITS OF HINDSIGHT
    A BANJO FOR A CHRISTMAS PRESENT
    —————-the better days
    SHE rented that Lady Remington razor
    and you enjoyed the landing strip look
    —————————————————
    —————————————————
    QUICK THOUGHTS:
    too many plastic surgeries
    a relative with a black eye patch
    scar tissue
    silhouette of a husky lover
    detectives that break fingers
    charged language
    charged language outside your bedroom window at 3am
    red herrings in your sock drawer
    a flea with a secretive nature

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    • eatmorewords

      socks stuffed with straw and given as seasonal gifts – button eyes – coconut husks heads with
      Donald Trump hair

      charged language from the lectern something between caveman and fascist sounding

      hide him behind the sofa
      suck him up in a vacuum cleaner

      detectives have been bought off and have changed sides

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  53. multiplemichael

    background banjo music—fast-moving sodomy
    BACKGROUND BANJO MUSIC—FAST MOVING SODOMY
    shorter and shorter sentences—one-liners
    A SINGLE SARCASTIC EYE
    WITH A SUITCASE, THE BRIDE ARRIVED NAKED AT THE CHURCH
    INSTRUCTIONS FOR UNNATURAL ACTS
    LAS VEGAS STYLE INTERCOURSE
    WIPING COMES TO A HALT
    “PUNCH THROUGH PAST THE TUMOR”

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  54. multiplemichael

    ——————————-wallops on the head
    today in the break room they were watching a video
    of Jeff’s sister throwing a baby out the window
    of a speeding car in the dark
    ———————————–
    ———————————–
    —–her shame-her fault——-the baby came
    a lot of rage

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    • eatmorewords

      during recess they recreated the scene with Jeffs sister
      filmed it and stuck it on you tube
      – cathartic actions of repressed men –
      speeding cars
      the train as a phallus
      the tunnel is a dark metaphor

      shame comes in many shades
      rage is always red

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      • multiplemichael

        memory: “SHAME BORROWED FROM ENGLISH SAILORS AND MERCHANTS”
        by common consent—who was the family clown—the funny man ?
        one cannot escape themselves—past, present, future
        perpetual imprisonment in de’ skin
        written about every day—semi-official reports
        confidential accounts
        privately kept diaries (like Adele)
        they watch you around the clock
        poetry with lewdness/debauchery
        they spit on the floor
        and shoot garter belts
        coded arrangements
        literary profaner blues
        *the burden of silence
        *those outside the fold
        stay outside the fold

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      • multiplemichael

        the fear of floating in deep water
        8000 feet below you
        the bottom
        Johnny Boy Levitating
        (treading the poetic waters)
        the fear of floating over sex-starved readers
        your lover with her prior restraints
        you made light of it all
        (artificial display)

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      • multiplemichael

        TWO PEOPLE STUCK TOGETHER
        JOHNNY BOY PLUCKED AND BOWED
        A SAFE DISTANCE FROM THREE STRINGED INSTRUMENTS
        BANJOS ARE STUFFED WITH MYTHS NOT FACTS
        THE WORD “ERRONEOUS” ON YOUR NAME TAG
        *Mathematician Johnny uses the word CLITORID for the first time

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      • eatmorewords

        cut from he same cloth
        foul mouthed little babies
        there is somewhere in my furthest memory that is concrete
        and there is a broken thumb nail
        a collapsed tree, a
        city where tall buildings scared the young children,
        a tiny little maggot that burrowed deep – you could see the veins clogged by the waste




        – the lonely house wife thought about Elvis, faint memories of his hips and his hair,
        the things it did to her when it was all moving in synchronicity
        hot sweats in the afternoon while the children were at school learning about mountain ranges and Jesus Christ our saviour

        her husband wore scuffed shoes and had sock marks around his ankles

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      • multiplemichael

        SOCK MARKS AROUND THE ANKLES
        (possibly prison slang for sand bars on the rump ?)
        I DUNNO—I FAILED FRENCH VAUDEVILLE IN SCHOOL
        I KNOW–I KNOW DRAMA IS DRAMA
        BUT CROSS-DRESSING AND OVERDRESSING
        AND UNDRESSING FOR ROMANCE WAS TOO MUCH
        THE WHOLE MARRIAGE SCENE
        LORD HAVE MERCY
        WOMEN FROM THE BROTHEL
        WITH FISH HOOKS
        PRAYING (preying) ON THE NEED FOR SEX
        A REPLACEMENT MOTHER
        A BABY MAKER

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      • eatmorewords

        I failed French
        textbooks covered in wall paper, the stench of coffee from tiny cup, to much for my young mind to comprehend,
        vaudevillian nastiness about the teacher
        animal kidneys inside a milk bottle, rumours of inappropriate stuff
        – far removed and distance from it all, miles from the centre I heard the rumours –

        my baby maker is there in all but name

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      • eatmorewords

        cryptic walking sexual rubbing
        things confused
        – people seamlessly seem
        to replace other people –
        foreign correspondents act like they have some insight,
        some details overlooked by familiarity –

        Noah felt weighted down

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      • multiplemichael

        WHAT NEEDS WERE PULLED AND HARASSED ON THE ARK ?
        a need to understand destiny
        GOD COULD PACIFY LIFE
        THE BOOK OF LIFE CLOSED FOR SO MANY
        PRESENT-MINDEDNESS NOT ONLY CAME TO A HALT
        —IT VANISHED
        ONE COULD QUESTION THE INTELLIGENCE AND COMPASSION
        the Ark on top of bottomless confusion
        —————————————————————————-
        —————————————————————————-
        conversational poetry is a series of disclosures

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  55. multiplemichael

    YOU WERE A SMART LITTLE WORM
    TAKING RESIDENCE IN YOUR MOTHER
    AND GROWING INTO A BODY
    YOU WERE ONE HELL OF A MOCKINGBIRD BABY
    THE ENDLESS STRETCH ON FLESH SHEETS
    YOU WERE TO BE DIFFERENT THAN THAT KNOWN
    *gravity upsets the emotions (motion often brings emotion)

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  56. multiplemichael

    ****************elusive poet flushed from his refuge
    THE BUILDUP OF THE BODY
    ABDOMINALS AND PECTORALS
    BICEPS AND TRICEPS
    INFLATED TORSO
    NO DEFORMITY
    NO HIERONYMUS BOSCH
    *a reproduction remains a reproduction
    *disreputable energies
    *a sense of self scrubbed by adults
    *a sense of self scrubbed by readers
    *restrict expression and SURVIVE

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    • eatmorewords

      always a sense of something
      part of the it all but somewhere on the edge
      – abdominals become pectorals – hair one muscle and a shit load of sinew –
      – your dads lessons were hard fought and medals worns

      you deserve this
      unlimited output

      punch through the tumour through the barrier through the lines

      ignite the flarf

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      • multiplemichael

        ———————–IGNITE THE FLARF
        all lonely—didn’t want to marry a female cartoon
        all the substitutes couldn’t carry on a conversation
        the vocation of unhappiness with no end
        Swedish hormones—they come in a crate
        a Swedish Maiden crate
        winking leads to trouble

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      • eatmorewords

        conversational mumblings
        that you can’t understand
        Swedish meatballs – during winter IKEA will house the homeless –
        choruses of disapproval from the right wing –
        new table under your arm you join an endless queue

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  57. multiplemichael

    the sexual implications of “Swedish meatballs”
    plural balls——-hanging downtown ?
    fully aggrieved poets throwing stones at the library
    with all the old crap in the library
    who had need of new prose ?
    fresh ideas in moving literature
    DADDY

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  58. multiplemichael

    ashamed to move the Swedish meatballs
    the puzzle of Lower Man
    one instantly thinks of the Kennedy presidency
    sexual poverty
    more and more out of control
    dirty keepsakes from the Holocaust
    no one survived
    poor little Marilyn Monroe
    the complexity of her breasts and snapper
    I washed her by hand
    when I was young

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    • eatmorewords

      the kennedy limousine was sold online – owned by an unknown man, bought through a third party
      – he paid people to find DNA on
      old leather
      – drives it slowly on a Sunday afternoon
      – presidency just an X in a box

      out of control on the other side
      and captured on film

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      • multiplemichael

        THAT SPECIAL DRYNESS IN THE BACK OF KENNEDY’S THROAT
        THE SOUND OF GUNFIRE—MINDS RUNNING FULL TILT
        HUNDREDS OF CAMERAS CAPTURED SHADOWS LENGTHENING
        GOLDFISH AND OTHER SMALL PETS PASSED AWAY WITH THE SEASONS
        EACH COMMENT WAS A FINAL TESTAMENT OF THE DARK ENIGMA
        *comments: crowded and disordered and sometimes pointless

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      • multiplemichael

        HAVEN’T HEARD FROM MARIE C FOR AGES
        SHE WAS CONSTANTLY TELLING ME THAT ONE THING
        WAS NO MORE MIRACULOUS THAN ANOTHER
        THAT EARTH WAS JUST A TRASHPILE
        FROM HEAVEN
        POETS PRODUCE A NEW PRODUCT
        FROM WORDS ON THE MARKET
        GIVEN MATERIALS FROM DICTIONARIES
        AND BACKPOCKETS OF SAILORS
        A POEM IS A PRODUCT
        MADE FROM ALREADY-PROCESSED MATERIALS
        *just this morning a lady at the coffee booth said that she was game
        for some intense no-motion sex (what a challenge)

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      • eatmorewords

        Marie C was in hiding
        she knew they were getting close
        – she wouldn’t walk down the street unless she was in disguise –
        dressed as a 6foot black man she alluded glances from detectives hiding –

        on this trashpile we conjure new worlds from old words

        create the product even if there is no demand

        *the woman in the coffee shop offered to crush my beans – she wrote her name on it

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      • multiplemichael

        THE GUYS AT THE POOL HALL SAID THAT SHE WROTE YOUR NAME IN SMALL LETTERS
        ———————————————-grade school humor——————————————————-
        ANYWAY, SHE MENTIONED THAT SHE KNEW YOU IN A LIMITED SENSE
        THAT YOU SEEMED REDUCED TO AN INNERMOST SOLITUDE
        SHE GUESSED THAT YOU HAD DARK IMPULSES
        THAT YOU WERE A POET WHO MADE MERRY
        THE FACT THAT HE LIVED IN A CAGE
        (TOO HEAVY FOR ME)

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      • eatmorewords

        the pool hall was growing into cobwebs
        dust on wood
        green baize – your name finger painted in chalk on the blackboard – balls of colour with different values –
        blackballed at the annual meeting
        she wanted to rewrite your life story –
        something more than letters on a screen

        eight foot deep inside a full stop
        a black hole
        (TOO HEAVY FOR ME)

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      • multiplemichael

        A HANDS-ON TYPE OF POET
        ETHICAL FAILINGS ON THE STREET
        CURIE HOUSE STONES GLOWING
        CHRISTMAS TIME AND PRECARIOUS ANTICS
        JOHNNY BOY AND HIS CRAFTINESS
        HORRIFIC IMAGES FLYING OUT THE WINDOW
        MS NOOK AND CRANNY AND A STRONG ARM
        *no one blames Frankenstein—the villagers needed to be rehoused

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      • multiplemichael

        some people say, “what if the bride arrived at the church naked”
        others say, “what if the groom arrived at the church naked”
        bit by bit—the reader takes measure
        spellbound by nudity
        but nudity can and often does disappoint
        *a dishonest man stands in the shadow of a honest man
        *a nice cup of tea at the source of the Mekong River

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      • eatmorewords

        naked in front of a mirror sends shudders down spine –
        we never look like we think –
        naked church leaking roof
        – we lie to ourselves daily

        *four clicks up the Mekong Delta, the best war

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      • multiplemichael

        FLARF LIKE A COMPLEX MUSICAL COMPOSITION
        INTERTWINES
        THE SMELLY STUFF WITH THE FRESH BAKE
        PEOPLE AROUND YOU HAVE CHANGED AND DEVELOPED
        RESPONSES
        PERHAPS EXPERIENCES—PERHAPS DRUGS
        YOU WERE ALWAYS UNCORRECTED PROOF
        WITH YOUR TAPED ON WINGS
        AND CODPIECE
        *stay clear of self-defeating distilled poetry

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      • eatmorewords

        intertwined like flat shoelaces
        a toe tipped in the bad a finger dipped in the good –
        sides of a coin*

        flying to close to the sun

        embrace the flarf man
        embrace the Otis man
        embrace the leviathan

        Lincoln las cod piece disinfected and up for sale**

        *future kids will laugh at the notion of metal money

        **a pine was found in the cod piece and DNA extracted

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    people were asking for a larger secretion
    subsequent secretions
    agents were calling this “questionable”
    people could no longer swim for the floating wildlife
    what was killing everything and everyone ?
    ——Harry Truman and Truman Capote both dead
    both were wearing flotation devices
    a diluted world of floaters
    famous people who die wet
    pull out the scrapbook, Johnny Boy

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        ALLEGIANCE TO WORDS
        BEYOND THE SCAFFOLD
        BEYOND THE LAW AND RELIGION
        BEYOND MATTHEW McCONAUGHEY
        AN EGG SITTING ON A WALL
        “NEVER ASK ANYTHING OF YOURSELF
        UNLESS YOU KNOW THE ANSWER FIRST”
        FUTURE THOUGHT CANNIBALIZED

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      • eatmorewords

        works stored in a library under M for prosperity and the future –
        McConaughey bangs his bongos – a morse code of sorts

        secrets and clues everywhere and hidden – the secret door way in the laundromat that’s been hidden since ’52

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      • multiplemichael

        interviewing writers………..reviewing their work
        asking paragraphs personal questions…….watching them sweat
        as if they were in the sights and I was ready to squeeze the trigger
        how difficult it is to be clear-eyed and unsentimental
        —————————————the wrong side of town
        desperation everywhere
        playing house with reality
        condom machines
        in the bathroom
        of the Laundromat
        (birth control or disease control ?)

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      • eatmorewords

        no questions were ever asked that didn’t have a hidden meaning –
        probing paragraphs
        lie detector used to be someone’s hand on your heart as they asked questions…
        is this your real name?
        do you know Emily?
        Birth control or disease control?

        – set answers and the pattern of multiple choice questions

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      • multiplemichael

        SHERLOCK HOLMES WAS OUTSIDE YOUR WINDOW THIS MORNING
        ————————————————————————————————–
        SMALL TALK ABOUT FATHERLESS HOMES
        DOWN AT HOOKER-CITY
        THEY LIKE TO RUB YOUR FACE IN IT
        GET ALL THAT NEIGHBORHOOD JISM ON YOU
        MAKE YOU WEAR IT LIKE BIRTHDAY CAKE

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      • multiplemichael

        POETS OFTEN SPEAK OF THE WILD HUMAN URGE
        PLOTLESS THOUGHT—THROWING THE KNOWN AWAY
        INTIMACY—OUT THE DOOR
        ADRENALINE ALL THE WAY
        JOHN F KENNEDY IS IN OUTER SPACE
        LIKE JESUS HE NEEDS NO PROTECTION
        THE PRESIDENCY OF THE PEOPLE
        THE PRESIDENCY OF OUTER SPACE
        ASSASSINATION AND WORSE

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  60. multiplemichael

    JOHNNY BOY AND THE HERCULEAN HONEYMOON
    ————————————————————————-
    A THOUSAND THOUGHTS ABOUT AVA GARDNER
    COURAGE IN ACTION
    20/20 GROIN SIGHT
    MAGAZINE ARTICLES ABOUT IT
    THE LONG HARD LOAF
    ——————————-
    THE QUASI-TRAGIC BUSINESS
    EKING OUT A TINY MEASURE
    OF LUST
    *the wife’s unforgiving code

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  61. multiplemichael

    OUT ON THE STREET, POETS NAVIGATE THE CONSEQUENCES
    SOME ARE CHAINED TO PARAGRAPHS
    OTHERS REEK OF URINE-SOAKED CLUSTERS
    FLARF NUTS LISTEN TO ALLEN GINSBERG
    THE STRUGGLES OF PHONEBOOK POETRY
    REMORSE IS SHARED AMONG THE VOTERS
    THE WORKERS AT THE BOXED-LUNCH FACTORY

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    • eatmorewords

      TV listings flarf
      horoscope flarf
      lonely hearts flarf
      local news flarf
      letter from the school flarf
      biographical flarf
      car maintenance for Ford Mustang flarf
      NASCAR rules flarf
      Pink Floyd flarf
      hallmark card flarf
      the last words of the executed flarf
      tombstone flarf

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  62. multiplemichael

    THE PHONE RINGS CONSTANTLY
    A LONELY DETECTIVE
    AN OIL RIG WORKER
    FROM THE TURNPIKE COMMODE
    COPYCAT POETS WANTING ADVICE
    HABITS READY TO BLOOM
    HABITS HAVING SURVIVED THE WORSE
    HOLDING WARM HANDS
    MORAL BOUNDARIES
    PHYSICAL EXTERIORS
    COUPLED WITH THE INTERNAL

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  63. multiplemichael

    NOT ONLY ARE THEY SCREAMING FROM HELL
    THEY ARE DRAGGING OTHERS ACROSS WITH THEM
    FLARF IS THROWING OUT THE EXAGGERATIONS
    EVERYTHING GONNA BE OKAY
    BURGEONING SURPRISES SONNY BOY
    NAMELESS DEAD NOT IN THE GROUND
    DISQUIETINGLY NORMAL POETS
    NEVER ATTEMPTING TO REPRESENT LIFE
    NEVER WILLING TO TRANSCEND ADULTRY
    *missing persons and cheating wives

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    • eatmorewords

      screaming a thousand screams from houses that look like tired faces –
      – a thousand boots tramping to hell – dragging weights of guilt and fear and presents never given –
      they said he was dead when he was buried – in the ground with a name
      but he was alive

      in a coffin with words
      wooden teeth splintered on bone

      *the missing person was missing for a reason

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  64. multiplemichael

    WALLED IN BY FEARS AND PASSION
    TEETH THAT CONGRATULATE THEMSELVES
    FILL UP THE SILENCES AND THE SPACES WITH POETRY
    MANY TIMES I HAVE ASKED YOU TO TAKE THINGS INTO CONSIDERATION
    HERE IN FLORIDA THE SKY ISN’T SO LARGE—THE STARS DIM
    EVERLASTING LAZINESS IS THE FOREPLAY OF WEAK MINDS
    ——————————————————————————————
    ——————————————————————————————
    “IN A COFFIN WITH WORDS
    WOODEN TEETH SPLINTERED ON BONE”
    what would readers think—you in your coffin in the dark
    slowly eating yourself ?

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    • eatmorewords

      walled in by skin
      thick like pie crust
      flaky, a body where things disintegrate – we were not meant to last* –

      the sky fenced off into grids, clouds sponsored by top ten corporations –

      lazy foreplay
      half finished crossword

      *she tells me this everyday

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  65. multiplemichael

    WRITE AROUND THE SUBJECT MATTER
    PERMIT THE READER TO EXERCISE THEIR IMAGINATION
    many times on the walk to the market, readers asked me to write around the subject
    (PRECONCEIVED IMAGES—THE ODD ASSORTED SHAPES OF THE ROLLING STONES)

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    • eatmorewords

      couldn’t possibly write around the subject matter –
      the subject matter is to large
      Montana skyline
      no walk to the market there
      a 3 day bus ride to get milk

      on the ark the animals stared at posters of the Rolling Stones

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      • multiplemichael

        ONE MUST WRITE AROUND THE SUBJECT MATTER
        THE LOST FORM IS EVERYTHING
        I SAY THAT THE MOON IS SILLY
        OTHERS CLAIM IT TO BE TREACHEROUS
        ————please stand with me in the shade
        petrified poets should go home and sleep
        PETRIFIED POETS SHOULD GO HOME
        go home and sleep with beauty and happiness promised

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        the moon is an illusion
        grey dream land that hangs as carrot spurring us on
        beyond Earth
        into a vastness

        petrified poets at the wrestling
        petrified poets at home throwing darts at words stapled to the wall

        the beauty promised but never received

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      • multiplemichael

        “remember when I told you nothing was off limits ?”
        everyone in the village is hiding
        life on a poor man’s budget
        SALT-MAN SALT-WOMAN SALT-CHILDREN
        THE RIVER WILL DESCEND
        BE PREPARED
        THE CRYSTALS WILL BLOOM

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  66. multiplemichael

    I KEEP THINKING ABOUT CROOKED FINGERS
    READERS TRYING TO SELL ME PERFUME FROM FRANCE
    BLINKING LIGHTS IN THE CITY AT NIGHT
    THE SMELL OF CONCRETE
    *an impotent co-worker who claims no happiness just 7000 pounds of tension
    his blue door no longer opens
    tug-of-war with knob hell yes
    every word in the dictionary he addresses

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  67. multiplemichael

    you said that “home” was just a lodging and eating place
    but what about all the celebrities ?
    THOUGHTS ABOUT RESOLVE
    PERCEPTIONS— FEELINGS
    FRONT DOOR, BACK DOOR
    HALF OF LONDON
    the night school of life
    faces turn away
    stereotyped
    *famous poets refashioning each other

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  68. multiplemichael

    PEOPLE IN THE CIRCLE LAUGH ABOUT INSTINCTUAL GRATIFICATION
    —————————————————————————————————-
    ——————everything we know comes from productive imagination——–
    all history comes from the same source
    very few true-isms—-hand in fire hurts
    VALID REALITY BASED ON FOLKLORE
    FAIRY TALES—-GRADE SCHOOL FLARF
    BEAUTY AND HAPPINESS PROMISED
    CAVEMEN IN THE WORK-WORLD
    ————————————————
    ————————————————
    POETS IN THE CIRCLE WISHING THE RIVER OF TIME
    WOULD DRY UP
    GOD IS ON THE OTHER SHORE
    WILL HE/SHE WELCOME US ?

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