in the background like on a fresco where we melted like drying paint into the cracks next to tress 

swaying with in the breeze

and the radio waves 

they transmitted along different frequencies were just new messages for the code breakers –
 ( hands in pockets 

weapons concealed  

birthday candles waiting for extinction )
          the cat was always curled up

at the bottom of the stairs

a radiator warmth that made him mew and that clock that ticked loud like a bomb
and has anyone met the doctor who was there at their birth? or noticed the pattern of births and deaths?

someone famous dies and you’re convinced they’ve died at least twice before. 
You knew a friend who’s grandfather died at McDonalds on his first visit. Served in the war and died on a plastic chair,

screwed to the floor 

as the ice in his cup slowly melted. 

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92 comments

  1. multiplemichael

    ————–AS THE ICE IN HIS CUP SLOWLY MELTED
    a work can have a variety of meanings
    readers with tight holes want the “correct” meaning
    readers with a strong intuitive sense feel sure of themselves
    they journey out on thin ice ignorant of adequate grammar
    they fondle words that start with the same letter of the alphabet
    hidden cameras capture their fingers determining what is acceptable
    the reader’s acceptance or rejection—does it really matter ?

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      • eatmorewords

        the hole
        dark the stench
        dry heaves the vomit
        not everyone’s cup of tea
        horses for courses

        filled up diapers dumped on busy streets
        – a collectors trophy

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      • multiplemichael

        anonymous people outside—endless anonymous people
        only the exchange of money makes for pleasant memories
        acting out—ogling for adoring eyes—open for 69
        anticipation and satisfaction—preferences and sensitivities
        *reality is peasant rubbing peasant with sandpaper

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      • eatmorewords

        scratch of sandpaper scratch scratch
        hewn the rough edges away
        make the proletariat fit into his box –
        eschew the normal routes for please (robot girls and blow up balloon ladies)

        – sensitive areas throb red raw

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      • multiplemichael

        poetry about strange bedfellows
        color-coded Catholic boys
        the practice horse was male
        willingly or unwillingly
        the literary production-line
        bunch of old women
        carving bars of soap

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      • multiplemichael

        here in Florida
        life is all about black-market tobacco
        mean-minded stupidities running for president
        menacing the folks unbuttoned and button-less
        (America) players in sports are no longer virile
        watercolors in a downpour

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      • multiplemichael

        THE BUTT ZONE: ANIMAL HUSBANDRY
        at the pool hall motiveless favoritism
        was well known
        ————-one blessing to go around
        wives and mothers stand in the shadows
        with sharp knives and tongues
        Baby Bird—where you gonna throw your seed ?

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    • multiplemichael

      READERS NEVER MENTION “THE BLACK NOTCH” IN DARK TOWN
      $50 for a cup of ice and two seats
      man woman other
      bachelors stand outside
      parasites from various pool halls
      meager wages for a bend-over

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      • eatmorewords

        the menu is just a list
        no hidden charges but certainly no ‘extras’ –
        I wrote this and auto correct turned it into flarf
        – confused each word and letter
        – deconstructed my sub conscious and turned it into something that would start a riot in dark town

        – the astronauts were OK,
        they were safe,
        miles away eating powdered food and pissing in bags

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      • multiplemichael

        the guys at the pool hall were educating me about “scarcity”
        how was I to know God had to pay his dues ?
        that someone can only prosper
        when another does not
        the image of God
        standing on the tail
        of his younger brother

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      • multiplemichael

        the impurity of the readers
        the unclean land of words
        daughters thrown to the curb
        leaking genitals of both genders
        men menstruating
        somewhere it was written
        INTERMIX WITH FOREIGNERS AND INSECTS
        THE COVENANT BECOMES A DRIED-UP TREE

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      • eatmorewords

        unclean minds dirty the words
        bend the meaning
        misread and a million miles away from what was said
        – pollinate with high school sweetheart

        good grief she changed
        grown an extra leg

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      • multiplemichael

        TWIGS THAT COMMUNICATE SYMBOLIC MEANING
        UNCLEAN MINDS COAT WORDS WITH MUD AND DUNG
        WIG-DADDIES SPILL ABSTRACT STRUCTURAL THEORY
        AVERAGE READERS CANNOT TEST INTERPRETATIONS
        EFFORT IS WORK—REWARDS ARE FEW
        SCHOOLMARMS AND DANCE-HALL GIRLS
        OFTEN THE THIRD LEG
        MEANS THEY SHAVE TWICE A DAY

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      • eatmorewords

        wig daddy sidekicks circle trump tower
        – a wagon chain of fools
        – sun shines off the edifice at those who look backwards
        – shave with flint, these cavemen hipsters

        during times of famine they feast on their third leg

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      • multiplemichael

        stacks of cursed goats on the front yard
        marriage gone bad
        poetry about same-sex eroticism
        overlapping tongues
        Paul Newman at the front door
        Paul, a famous no-neck gynecologist
        big smile with hair above his lips

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      • eatmorewords

        up all night counting zeroes
        static buzz of late night TV
        mouths moving
        white teeth shining
        – inherited some funny traits from your 5th uncle
        twice removed
        – a little finger longer than the middle one
        – it has its benefits

        go ask the policeman
        go ask the woman at the coffee counter writing names on cups

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    • multiplemichael

      —————-outside the city of ORGAN INFERIORITY
      compulsive talk in the back room
      social scientists with photographs
      of hair color and organ size
      ****strong and consistent poetic orientations

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    • multiplemichael

      praying for the removal of obstacles
      ideas that range far afield and deep within
      ——————————————————-
      ——————————————————-
      the text of FLARF
      ——————————————————-
      ——————————————————-
      readers give it life
      readers with a tight grip on the wheel
      trying to steer the subject matter
      away from personal associations
      memories not available to the general public

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      • eatmorewords

        memories not available has you haven’t experienced them yet –
        how difficult the transition from person to poet
        – how difficult to cut yourself in two –
        a public declaration of intent
        – memorials for dead explorers
        -forgotten teachers

        changing the settings from private to available to all

        people peeking

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  2. multiplemichael

    THE DIMENSION OF TIME
    your life in boxes
    but
    your mind is busy
    interpreting a poem
    a lazy clock hand points
    to your crotch
    three words typed
    on an index card
    “had in mind”
    is tight
    between your ball sac
    and your underwear

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    • multiplemichael

      A LAZY CLOCK HAND POINTS TO HER CROTCH
      an old paperback used to stanch the menstrual flow
      savage externals—blacks, tans, lighter skins
      peasants, savages, convicts, Portuguese lesbians
      a simple knot no one can undo

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      • multiplemichael

        BACKWARD IN TIME
        DRAINING A MARSH TO GET A MEADOW
        SQUEEZING A POET TO GET AN APE
        COSTUMES AND LOVE AFFAIRS
        ANTHROPOMORPHIC FACES
        SITTING ON THE COMMODE
        EVIDENCE OF THE DROP
        RANGES FROM HILARIOUS
        TO THE SUBLIME
        A FLOPPY BABY—CALL 911

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      • eatmorewords

        when the founding fathers approached they looked like black robed ghosts
        – boats cutting through dead fish & whale bones
        – heads inside dark hoods
        faces of death

        malnutrition on the Mayflower
        bodies overboard
        no emergency calls made

        stop
        land ahoy

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      • multiplemichael

        BACKWARDS
        walking backwards
        Shem and Japheth covered their father’s nakedness
        they did not see their father’s nakedness
        —————–WHY—————————-
        were they afraid that they would lose their identity ?
        ——–me thinks it was the remnants

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      • eatmorewords

        covered nakedness with stained sheets acting as curtains in damp one room apartment
        – mattress crawling with filth
        – identity lost at birth
        a shadow of former self
        we have all gone through transformation

        some emerge beautiful like new butterflies
        some emerged crippled and deformed

        a town full of disturbed people
        no safe place for us

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      • eatmorewords

        South American graffiti widows spray painted a library of truths on pueblo walls
        war and peace would last a lady a whole cycle

        no one wanted books of 200pages or less
        – GET ME INFINITE JEST
        – GET ME ULYSSES
        – GET ME THE BIBLE (In large print)

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  3. multiplemichael

    ———ORPHANED POEMS———
    my heavens–what if you had a STEPFATHER ?
    got your ass up early and made you march around the block
    YOU the writer HIM the underwriter
    communication would have taken place
    you would have helped around the house
    you would have learned the hardened language
    and that BROTHER of yours
    he would be constructing communicative circuits
    in outer space–foreign to ordinary speech

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    • eatmorewords

      the underwriter removed the condiments and consonants
      bland food
      bland poetry
      beige and almost invisible
      – you tried to get away
      cut the apron strings but the knife has been blunt ever since leviathan burnt down

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      • multiplemichael

        RUMOR HAS IT THAT THEY FORCED FREUD TO ERASE THE BLACK CATS
        clues to the mystery dung—–87% positive rhinoceros
        13% half man-half horse
        vagabonds are asking for new fresh poetry
        Southern Pacific stuff
        autumn leaves and a proper toot
        smoking cigarettes in two steps
        you with your decanter
        if you were a Kennedy
        it would be a highball

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      • multiplemichael

        underwriter communication —questions about your brother’s campsite
        you said that it was only temporary— a matter of time
        little things
        like drinking–smoking–dancing–gambling
        pee that smells like a primordial sea
        flowing and sparkling—just think how long it will take
        ————————————————————–
        I question your conception of unicorns
        white horse with a spiritual kernel
        ready to do battle

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      • multiplemichael

        BLUNT EVER SINCE LEVIATHAN BURNT DOWN
        is that code for a check-mark in the relationship box ?
        —————————–xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
        *head librarian seeks voracious reader with strong oral skills
        *overbold with thy tongue—I think not

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  4. multiplemichael

    a detective chalked an outline of the body on the sidewalk
    a bolt of lightning struck him 100% dead
    obscenely cooked—beyond being identified
    a child prodigy said that it was an act of God
    ————impeccably dressed in the skin of a poet
    mind-settling thoughts about another dose

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  5. multiplemichael

    incompetent FLARF poets standing outside
    daydreaming about producing words
    that would make readers salivate
    expressions borrowed from folklore
    salty sailor talk—pool hall conversation
    unmentionable saboteur stuff
    not just bombs but bedroom drool
    anything to make a lasting impression

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    • eatmorewords

      death made a lasting impression
      it arrived and went like a special day in the calendar
      – the saboteur had targets
      – the detectives had targets to meet
      – nets thrown wide

      out in international waters ALL things were permissible

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    • eatmorewords

      a thousand monkeys in a room
      a thousand typewriters
      (clang of metal) flarf production line producing line
      after line
      after line – none of it made sense
      none of it
      – a pictures tyre on the road to salvation

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  6. multiplemichael

    apprehension about producing a reply
    you know that you are being investigated
    you have every right to be worried
    possibly your stepfather has cracked the subtext
    you have been caught up in a net of lies
    caught with your dong in sexual numerology

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  7. multiplemichael

    your phone-answering service has called me multiple times
    although you live an overly orderly existence
    you are not home and have not been home
    the lady answerette on duty is becoming nervous
    “why didn’t he inform us of his plans ?”
    I said nothing—SHE could be an enemy agent
    with your accumulation of adjectives
    SHE was probably a writer of sorts

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  8. multiplemichael

    ————————-HITCHHIKERS IN THE FLARF KINGDOM
    SKINS COLLECTED FROM AMERICAN BURLESQUE
    DIRTY SOCKS FROM FRENCH VAUDEVILLE
    POETRY STRUCK-PLUCKED-BOWED
    NO FEAR OF INFRINGEMENT
    LUNCH MEAT IS LUNCH MEAT
    THE DELI CANNOT BE COPYRIGHTED

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  9. multiplemichael

    —————-FLARF WITH ITS FOOTPRINTS
    LEADING BACK TO THE CAVE
    QUESTIONS
    ABOUT THE COHERENCE OF TENDENCIES
    FLOATING ON NERVE PILLS
    WHEN PEOPLE TALK
    IT SOUNDS LIKE WALKIE-TALKIE CHATTER
    *thank God that Jesus was not a mathematician

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  10. multiplemichael

    FLARF WITH ITS VENEER OF RESPECTABILITY
    THE UPTURNED TONGUES OF POETS
    Boeing engineers pumping out poetry
    disposable words—anything lacking gusto
    G.I. Joe constantly reintroducing and recycling
    *footnotes about leaking literary worms from his dong
    billiard balls from the pool hall
    each ball
    a length of time
    a woman must wait
    possibly the final wounding

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    • eatmorewords

      in a relation of two or three
      maybe more
      she never had sovereignty over herself
      her boarders invaded with no possibility of ceasefire

      a constant at bombardment

      a test just to lay down in the ambulance with its sterile insides and Doppler wails

      any direction is good
      as long as it’s not towards here

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      • multiplemichael

        A TEST JUST TO LAY DOWN IN THE AMBULANCE
        fatigued from all the honeymoon sex
        opening and closing
        the genital flaps on the mackintosh
        I know that they have asked you
        to deny your childhood memories
        to be a troubled editor
        of a troubled past
        *personified flavored tobacco

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      • multiplemichael

        you just couldn’t stop talking to the guy
        in the back of the ambulance
        chatter about how you asked year after year
        for an electric pencil sharpener
        at Christmas
        instead you got expensive bat manure
        from a large cave in New Mexico
        which your mother put on her prize roses

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      • eatmorewords

        oxygen mask strapped to face
        clean metal
        back of ambulance facing where you’ve been
        not where you’re going
        – innocent questions about childhood and best friends
        – virtuous roles played out by angles
        – a siren blares but it’s all white noise in dark town
        – the drugs administered by someone who’s name you don’t know
        – there is always levels of trust

        the faint smell of bat shit and roses accompanied up as you went under

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      • multiplemichael

        YOU ARE IN THE BACK OF THE AMBULANCE
        all you can think of is fried egg sandwiches
        having seen your brother’s cucumber
        and wanting to throw rocks at his friends
        strange jokes that made no sense
        older girls talking with lips
        that looked like
        soggy onion rings

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  11. multiplemichael

    rumor has it that Robert Frost
    was found in a nest of atrocities
    near THE BIRTHING STONE
    the stench of his poetry
    his dirty Velcro crotch piece
    without scruples or jism
    buoyancy galore
    empty testicles
    that day at the pool
    (the water refused to make him wet)

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    • multiplemichael

      EVER CATCH YOURSELF WANTING TO PURCHASE A NEW MUSTACHE ?
      Johnny Boy and his rigorous code of obedience
      a Who in Who’s Who—3 showers a day
      an American crotch pad for the juices
      romancing to the tunes of Dark Town
      ———————————————–
      ———————————————–
      serving an enemy employer
      located in the center of a literary cemetery
      the men wear dollar store toupees
      peel off sideburns and mustaches
      sometimes odd vegetables in the shorts
      makes one think of foreign accents
      “I say there partner—is that a tumor ?”

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      • eatmorewords

        my first moustache was from a Christmas cracker
        plastic black with two little clips that hung from the middle of my nose – it itched
        I grew a beard and cut it off (I keep the hairs in a back as

        a sign of obedience and dedication –
        the two dollar actor forgot his lines his toupee on fire
        – vegetables hidden down his pants
        waiting for anyone to cop a feel

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      • multiplemichael

        A FREE AGENT FROM THE SOCIAL MACHINATIONS AT THE POOL HALL
        cliques formed—with never enough time or energy or interest
        Johnny Boy was always smarter than the average Joe
        creative preoccupation with the penis
        romance became a knife-wielding
        struggle ending in white sauce
        (FLARF—fictitious and fabricated ???)

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      • eatmorewords

        spies at the pool hall earmarked you for greater things
        – they gave you plans and planted ideas
        a handler followed you
        tapped your phone
        intercepted comments and constructed plot and scene

        damn if they didn’t foresee this looming in the horizon

        romance blunted by fears of experimentation

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      • multiplemichael

        the feeling of knowing—hidden sides like one side of the tree had all the fruit
        eyes in the front but who made that rule—two eyes baby bird—another rule
        crazy girl says romantic things—“your eyes are touching me”
        ready-made romance—ready-made daddy with lube in the tube
        poetic imitators like splinters just waiting
        even I am afraid of ghost splinters
        poetry is ever curving round

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  12. multiplemichael

    FLARF PIE WITH AN EDGE OF RHETORICAL FLUFF
    remember crotchless pantyhose ?
    book-reading and thoughts about girl monsters
    fellow students at the Penmanship College
    colored toenails—peculiar flaps on the buggy
    whispers about your telescoping rod
    sexually self-incriminating
    “watch and be watched”
    well, baby bird
    the old people say
    “sex starts in the head”

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    • multiplemichael

      females who drink from the edge of the river
      and offer their backsides
      to the gents
      from the pool hall
      *idealized masculine attention
      in a strong handsome container
      ——dream on

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  13. multiplemichael

    ACCUSATIONS OF WHOREDOM
    sisters trained to be works of art
    the boys of course put on suits
    and become astronauts
    but the daughters
    what are they to do ?
    ——-first rule, do not ask the Church council
    *enormous amount of poetry about the disappearance of the sister
    *my favorite: THE SEXY WIFE HER FATHER NEVER HAD

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  14. multiplemichael

    POETRY IS EVER CURVING ROUND
    flarf with its hydraulic brakes making sparks
    dust rises thick—gaps in the prose
    entire words fall through
    school teachers faint
    Chinese women with warm noodle-like clichés
    my first thought was Playgirl magazine
    where the clichés obtruded
    *****that male noodle=Labors of Hercules

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    • eatmorewords

      old pornographic magazines, mainly hair and bad lighting, now collected by car enthusiasts
      – bodies strewn across metal
      – wires got crossed and 13 year olds grow up turned on by automobiles and bad hair –

      poetry in pornos
      better than flarf

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  15. multiplemichael

    —————THE LASCAUX BULLS
    flarf without instructions
    take off your shoes and find roots
    disbelieving
    what manner of man are you ?
    slumbering through the day
    untroubled with bad hair
    matchless socks
    a constant stain
    outside the moving window
    people you welcomed with open arms
    are attacking weaker humans
    reality may be ugly
    but sometimes ugly
    is amusing

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  16. multiplemichael

    ———————-overly excitable woman—————-
    good news or bad news ?
    a party occupied by people in love with the wrong people
    women with legs and underarms unshaved
    men with multiple toupees
    bedroom combatants
    fatigued odors
    nonstop
    each day becomes a bad nightclub act
    rekindle until rekindle doesn’t work
    forced to walk out on the runway of life’s self-test
    forced to be a tourist in your own home

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    • eatmorewords

      people in love with the wrong people
      people in love with killers
      jazz musicians, statues of military general, ex presidents,
      – affection thrown away
      the party piece has become stale

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  17. multiplemichael

    a shattered childhood
    forbidden—possibly criminal
    the creative writer up late at night
    provoking words
    ————
    the hand of flarf
    with divine fingers
    fingernails for circumcision

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    • eatmorewords

      a childhood scattered in pieces & places –
      grey memories of long grass, the smell of new trainers, tall buildings, the taste of new food
      – mining memories
      the poet and his treasure trove

      observational poet just saw a red car go by

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  18. multiplemichael

    observational poet cheats his neighbors
    poor men and others of moderate means
    more grotesque than picturesque
    a great white bulk
    outside
    a rotten core elsewhere
    a howling wilderness in the city
    unpeopled in the biblical sense
    local inhabitants
    squatting over a lie detector
    making wrinkled logs
    with a halolike scent

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    • eatmorewords

      cheating neighbours
      borrowing cups of sugar just to keep the cup
      a mountain of sugar at the back door attracts the rats
      they scurry along
      rotten molars – a rotten core
      the rats with toothaches
      no dentist for the pain

      a man of moderate means
      a man of simple pleasures

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  19. multiplemichael

    A LAND OF MILK AND HONEY
    FLARF turns victims into victimizers
    agreements between herders
    to set the clean apart from the unclean
    the remnants are a snare and a pitfall
    life has purity codes

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  20. multiplemichael

    FLARF with its lack of external translation of images
    almost no evidence for explanations
    things the fellows at the pool hall ignore or deny
    universal and emotional codes
    ———–remember that God is busy overriding

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    • eatmorewords

      no explanation or rules
      chaos at the reading circle
      words flying off at tangents
      – strands of lines jumping from algebra, to car crashes, apex predators, new trainers and the lost art of map making –

      – a forest to cut through with only blunt pencils

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  21. multiplemichael

    TWO DOORS:
    **any appeal to reasoning
    **any appeal to the imagination
    at night in deep sleep
    voices beg to be protected
    from intolerable conflict
    —————–UNAVOIDABLE mental concerns
    poets at the water hole
    readers in the shadows
    seeking vengeance

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  22. multiplemichael

    THE TWO DOORS
    WRONG HISTORICAL MARKERS
    TROUBADOURS FOR SODOMY
    A SADISTIC SELF-EXPERIENCE
    ROOTED IN THE SPIT AND THE SQUEEZE
    ASKING TO BE COMPENSATED FOR NUMBNESS
    ASKING FOR BOTH PAIN AND PLEASURE
    SIGNING THE BOOK “INTERNAL AND EXTERNAL”
    THAT HIGHER UNION WITH FELLOW MORTAL
    THE IDEA IS PREFERRED TO ITS ACTUALITY
    NORMAL LIFE TURNED UPSIDE DOWN
    A SOLITARY OUTCAST

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  23. multiplemichael

    the poet opens up in hunger
    a tide-flow of people come and go
    fear is infinite
    the boundaries of self
    the round softness of evening
    erections popping up in the dark
    being penetrated and called “precious”

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  24. multiplemichael

    rhythmic cycles of hungering and being fed
    separation in the feeding game
    a prominent part in the life of the poet
    does one pray for a greedy appetite ?
    loved ones stand in isolated safety
    they discard the strips of paper

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  25. multiplemichael

    no substitution for the hard cash money
    magic beans or miraculous gimmicks
    ====the hungry phallic symbol
    ====the hungry vaginal symbol
    ====the hungry anal symbol
    mesmeric intellectuals outside the symbol store
    all-too-eager to kiss you and praise your poetry
    you the young bird—you the hybrid

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    • eatmorewords

      never no substitute for cold hard cash*-
      some get by
      bartering this for that
      – necessity &
      practicality
      a washing machine
      swapped for a rat

      (you can’t eat a washing machine)

      – tomorrow’s people will laugh at the idea of paper money

      *I killed a person with sound financial advice

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  26. multiplemichael

    —–(ragpickers in the poetry line)———————
    prolonged and expensive treatments
    that nasty oil on the commode seat and the sink
    fire and brimstone from the relatives
    THEY have phallicized the oil
    having squeezed it from a religious memory
    and yet, it was from a skeleton possibly in India
    ****they told me that it came from India

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  27. multiplemichael

    sex pieced together
    weighed and measured
    two checks—he was not missing a penis
    how much does a real man carry with ease ?
    length-breadth- thickness
    the birthday wish for rigid reality
    the endless birthday wishes
    carved symbols
    ****an accumulation where the dragon sleeps

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  28. multiplemichael

    ————PSEUDO-ENCYCLOPEDIC POETRY—————-
    daddy declaring a long footnote
    explicit photographs
    descriptive obscenities
    poetry takes shape in both traveler and destination
    coded in gendered terms
    daydreamed through Tarzan
    ****a daydream free of hereditary disease and moral weakness

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    • eatmorewords

      the doctor wrote “long footnote” and added question marks
      – was it what it purported to be? or was it something sinister
      something considered the norm in darkest Kentucky amongst family tries where branches are entwined
      branches were Tarzan could stand proud
      bang his chest
      simian poetry in the verdant lands

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