UFOs in Tupelo

  

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  1. multiplemichael

    coded messages—now baby bird, that is the message
    they probably had no time to lick the perspiration
    from a red hot momma doing squats
    who knows if they even have a tongue ?
    one would hope they had hand intercourse
    at the Rhino Club near the airport
    possibly a big snort of medicine
    groin muscle pointing north—lovingly
    the boundary line of art
    the precise understanding
    of why they came here
    a live-sex show ?
    *they came here to take photographs
    not to write history

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    • multiplemichael

      CONSTANT CODED MESSAGES
      AS IF THERE WERE NOT MULTIPLE DETECTIVES
      OUTSIDE BY THE TRASHCANS
      KNOWN TO PUT THINGS IN THICK ENVELOPES
      SOME OF THE GUYS ARE NO LONGER LIMBER ENOUGH
      I TOLD THEM TO GET EMPLOYMENT PROOFREADING
      A HUMAN DICTIONARY—EDITING WITHOUT UNDERSTANDING

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      • eatmorewords

        at the library they complained about lack of wifi
        – not at the fact all the last pages had been torn from the books
        – a ransom note in hieroglyphics
        – a cat and a bird

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      • multiplemichael

        WIFI IS THE JEWISH WORD FOR “GOD”
        from the time of caveman to now
        no one could pronounce it
        entire libraries are filled with books
        about the secret name of the Lord
        some guy at the truck stop
        was telling me that
        The Tower of Babel
        was a large library
        filled with books
        containing
        the nearly complete name of God
        some of the letters had to be printed
        in wildly exotic inks
        “red ink”
        from thousands of virgins
        endless gastronomical inks
        *mayonnaise made with the jism from all the animals on the Ark
        *the Tower of Babel had been tightly corseted—God took care of that

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      • eatmorewords

        a row of numbers could never reveal the full name of God
        , the removal of a decimal point changed the outcome, computers have tried
        a library of books of endless letters
        the Babel builders only ever saw a small part of the plan, hidden from the end plan, so many levels
        their eyes removed once work completed and fingerprints sandblasted from the surface of existence
        – inside the tower a thousand electric sockets and no library
        – all librarians seek meaningful employment

        ARE LEVIATHAN HIRING?

        God has no foreskin
        his opening is hinged and squeaks when operated

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      • multiplemichael

        a human dictionary—soul-bewildering—flatulent
        a small book colored with grotesque words
        a distempered stomach disordered by FLARF
        half-cooked prose—possibly pork
        a meat of perverse satisfaction
        a literary outlaw on four legs

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      • multiplemichael

        the nontext of raw reality
        reworking
        anecdotes while in line to poop
        constantly rewriting and editing
        dating proofreaders for free services
        talking about routine sleep
        talking about watching the Ark float
        and drowning

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      • eatmorewords

        giraffes head poking from the waves
        no arms to wave salvation his way

        haven’t had routine sleep in 11years
        – been nominated for an award
        by the Ark builders Association

        debased by proofreaders

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    • multiplemichael

      poets oppressed-cheated-trampled upon
      nightmares about stacks of white blank paper
      ***America famous for romanticizing poverty
      buttonless and worn-out
      torn and tattered
      most females are last year’s poke
      most men are bitter and damaged

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      • multiplemichael

        the FLARF poet is a precursor of the modern trickster
        the value of a chamber pot late at night
        ——————flashlight —turn the damn flashlight on
        little petty cares and annoyances
        foreigners with small eyes
        salty thoughts rubbed

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      • eatmorewords

        romantic poverty
        train jumping hobos
        Steinbeck landscapes of dust bowls and hard leather faces
        – dungarees and no teeth
        wooden homes that always need a sweeping
        – where am the next meal coming from?
        where’s the next poem coming from?

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      • multiplemichael

        poets love to see other people in jeopardy
        make it a young lady in her bra
        or a blind woman in a tree
        to watch someone else struggle
        any underdog will do
        ————————-open a window
        and secret observers will arrive
        ————————-throw out some clues
        detectives will mingle outside
        ****safe sanitized comment for $50

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    • multiplemichael

      what generates the pressure to have to agree with others ?
      driving around Kentucky one doesn’t see higher ego functions
      fragmentary sensitivity at best—children playing on old appliances
      gas stations selling colored sugar spun into hair-like magic
      the inner dynamics of the family remain hidden
      often eyes look down-one senses deeper personal issues
      ****one can see the tire marks around intimacies and confessions

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      • eatmorewords

        tyre marks encircled the scared family – NASCAR drivers driving in circles –
        modern day wagon trains – ENCIRCLE AND CONFINE –
        screech of rubber*
        smoke clouds the dynamics
        – fake hair of the wannabe leader
        sewn together from a Russian widows locks –

        *that honeymoon smell p

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  2. multiplemichael

    THANK GOD WE DO NOT HAVE TO CARRY ALL THOSE CAT PHOTOGRAPHS AROUND IN A BAG ON OUR BACK THANK GOD WE DO NOT HAVE TO CARRY ALL THOSE CAT PHOTOGRAPHS AROUND IN A BAG ON OUR BACK
    bright foreigners in the evening sky
    generating their own gravity
    loaded with after-shave lotion
    were there gold chains ?
    what about tattoos ?
    UFOS are not trapped in the present
    they are future-oriented
    *self-advertisement is a sport

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  3. multiplemichael

    UFOS ARE FAMOUS FOR DROPPING
    AN OCCASIONAL LITERARY PERSONA
    FICTIONAL SURVIVAL ON THE PLANET
    SEXUAL STRATEGIES
    FRICTIONS LUBRICATED
    SNIFFED AND TOUCHED
    TONGUES POINTING NORTH
    ANGLO-SAXON BALL SACS
    ROBERT FROST MAY HAVE USED
    THE TERM “BRIGHT FOREIGNER”
    BUT NOT “COTTON CANDY PUBIC HAIR”
    THE OLD BOY CAUGHT
    WITH HIS FINGER
    PUSHING
    INTO A DRY HOLE
    ———————————I think his finger had incisors

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    • multiplemichael

      ———————————-DETACHABLE MUSTACHES
      the smell of saltwater in the bathroom
      a UFO replica hanging from the ceiling
      I could taste literary sugar
      masculine manuscripts
      obedience to the foreskin area
      multilingual oral
      —NO concocted artificial means
      poverty was everywhere
      permissivists wanted
      *regularized sex was better than no sex

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      • eatmorewords

        I have no foreskin
        removed without my consent due to tightness
        to young to remember or care*
        – and when I came round they told me to kill all the dancing girls

        (no memory of the UFO flight)

        *i like to think the nurse has kept a keepsake

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      • multiplemichael

        DO NOT WORRY BABY BIRD
        later in life the foreskin returns
        I speak the truth
        the cucumber gets smaller
        the foreskin like a turkey neck
        the scrotum in a sling—no more short pants
        *you become confused about the relationship
        between food and love—why were you going
        to Grandmother’s house ?

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    • multiplemichael

      OUTSIDE
      a filthy world of alcoholism and drug addiction
      crowds of country folk active in a line-dance
      the band performing–famous for being rude to Jesus
      the lead guitarist parading in riding britches
      people swear that he believes his own lies

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  4. multiplemichael

    POETRY WITH PRIMEVAL EVOLUTIONARY FACTS
    MEN AND WOMEN WITH THEIR WHOLE SKIN
    BLUBBER-LIP NOSTRILS BABY
    RELIGION
    WILL FORCE US TO IMITATE
    ITS LEWD AND LASCIVIOUS ACTS
    ONLY ONE VILLAGE AWAY
    RUN AND HIDE
    PROOFREADERS
    ARE IN THE TREES WATCHING
    ———–return to us our beloved UFOs
    handsome men on satin sheets
    bodybuilders with huge packages
    mockingbird pills
    ———–return to us our beloved UFOs
    help us generate more gravity
    help us drop Hieronymus Bosch
    onto the Church
    squash the Christ entertainers
    the entire amorphous mass

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    • eatmorewords

      removal of skin leviathan sharp implements used
      wanted posters on lampposts

      HAVE YOU SEEN THIS
      MAN?

      – quizzical looks
      sideway glances at the new faces in the school corridors
      – sticking out like an erection in the monastery –

      the amorphous mass of the
      amorphous mass

      I saw a woman so fat it was ridiculous*

      *the aliens would have a field day

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  5. multiplemichael

    ———————EMBATTLED PERSONA————
    what binds you to life ?
    I pray for silence but I may never get it
    like a farmer who prays for rain
    PROPAGANDIST WRITING equals FLARF FORGERY
    facts are suppressed—dates altered
    one would guess that words are doctored
    love left unmentioned
    ultimately denied

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  6. multiplemichael

    I traded some Johnny Weissmuller DVDs
    to the heretics in the UFOs
    for some Blue Jay pills
    (the imprisonment of pills…right)
    pills to turn oneself into a voluntary fool
    standing out by the highway
    waving at passing cars
    no longer a voyager
    quiet, dignified, and within
    easy reach of a commode

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    • eatmorewords

      Johnny W swinging from trees
      picking insects from his partners hair
      meandering through verdant greens

      pacified by pills traded for scratched CDs

      – dignity lost when your pants were pulled down and you were exposed – 6th grade with stains in your paints

      of no use to fellow humans or aliens alike

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  7. multiplemichael

    FLARF and the fear of perpetual imprisonment
    poets who exploit their wares
    poets who are watched around the clock
    privately kept diaries and journals
    —official anti-Robert Frost
    —semi-official Robert Frost
    —nonofficial Robert Frost
    —semi-secret Robert Frost
    poets who suck the nightmares
    from sleep
    *a line of literary teeth a mile long

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  8. multiplemichael

    poetry about the boldest moment
    of your life
    puzzling over a 10,000 piece puzzle
    black fishnet stockings
    advanced masturbation
    beyond learned words
    coded teaser words
    words of oblivion
    ——–no dictionary is harmless

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  9. multiplemichael

    Robert Frost last seen taking mouth-watering toxins
    his blunt-nosed dusky dong with conspicuous spots
    released and on display
    possibly charged with purpose
    with empty hands he was talking to the sky
    something like “I’ve used what I was given”
    (poet king released from the COMMANDMENTS)

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  10. multiplemichael

    HONEYMOON PHOTOS WERE FROM THE SAFE SEX CARNIVAL CRUISE
    EVIL SPIRITS FROM THE WATER WERE SAYING
    “COME IN FOR A SWIM”
    LONG DEAD ANCESTORS
    LEVITATING AND WAVING
    ——COME ON IT——
    MARATHON PILLS AND HUSKY ENDORPHINS
    OUTBOUND WIFE LIKE A HUMAN DOLL
    GROTESQUERIES COATED WITH SYRUP

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  11. multiplemichael

    I really enjoyed all the footnotes
    about buying a bra
    I never really bought a bra before
    but it was fascinating to learn
    about the actual breast size
    kind of like measuring
    for a genital mackintosh

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  12. multiplemichael

    detectives burning rubber in the neighborhood
    tires screeching like sinners on Sunday
    I saw you outside the Church of Writing
    portable poems inside your mind
    trying to rhyme Karl Marx
    (your lie-detector in your hand)

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    • eatmorewords

      hot footing it from crime scene #6
      forensic observation at the corner tabernacle-
      thou shall not flarf
      – Karl Marx hid secrets in his beard – economy of scale
      puritan work ethic

      you scrub my back

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  13. multiplemichael

    ————PULLS OUT A SWITCHBLADE KNIFE———-
    dead souls have nothing to fear
    everyone else should be shaking
    an amateur’s hand can be dangerous
    hundreds of disappointed POETS
    dead beside the highway
    no viruses or bacteria
    no poisonous bite

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    • eatmorewords

      when the poet dies all the unused words seep into the ground
      – worms start subterranean libraries
      – the bodies pile up by the side of the highway and swooping black birds peck at eyeballs
      – venomous snakes slither nearby

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  14. multiplemichael

    ———————————-SUPERFICIAL
    below the surface FLARF
    the exposed nerves
    of poetry
    unicorns crazy for your touch
    as long as you don’t speak
    you’re so California-ese

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  15. multiplemichael

    THE TASK OF POETRY
    IS NOT TO PICK THE LEFT
    OR THE RIGHT
    BUT TO FONDLE
    THE TENSION BETWEEN THEM
    remember when your parents played musical-chairs ?
    that was old map and things have shifted
    inhabited in the flesh
    but what about the stuff
    that grows from magic beans
    ——-a world crowded in by-products

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  16. multiplemichael

    poets wander like ghosts—haunted by themselves
    crying ink on paper—crying words and living shadows
    EMOTIONS locked in and inaccessible
    inadequately developed adults
    considerable patience through the day
    internalized apes the whole lot

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  17. multiplemichael

    WITH her IT WAS ALWAYS THE MOOD OF THE MOMENT
    with HER it was always the mood of the moment
    pitch-hitting in the backroom
    coping with dregs of adolescent fever
    the editor with the payroll around his dong
    balking at paying the employees
    balking at paying the poets
    the kitchen help were writing derivative prose
    gifted with fancy foot tapping
    they communicated
    with tunic-clad
    laundry personnel
    porno images of two radishes
    and a stalk of celery
    lesbians who smelled like deviled eggs
    lesbians with androgynous oyster-like openings
    stylishly bobbed hair—possibly Presbyterian

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  18. multiplemichael

    poetry is something shouldered together with other suffering
    the “idea” of suffering is not the same as real suffering
    real suffering is a precious thing
    it puts one in a shoebox with God
    although stubborn it will produce fruit
    I remember that there were giant trees in Auschwitz
    it would take up to 7 people to roll the fruit out the gates
    biological bodies with angel faces just short of modern times

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      • multiplemichael

        sensitive to the marginalization of sexuality
        huge walls and barbed-wire
        poetic commercialism
        childhood memorabilia
        cannibalistic relatives
        strange nondescript paupers
        self-referential prose
        one hand on a vial of poison
        a harpoon in the other
        ————————————-homosexual disclosure in the swimming pool
        paralyzing parents with words
        a sort of self-indulgent embarrassment
        turned inside out
        wicked and wickeder
        ***not one family member mentioned the ventriloquism

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  19. multiplemichael

    spies circling the bed of corruption
    poets caressed and coddled
    self-perpetuating erections
    nearly touching the ceiling
    human gondolas festooned with roses
    ready to glide into teasing territory
    ready to shake hands with onlookers

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  20. multiplemichael

    spies circling the gathering of friends
    read out of a Quaker meeting
    intellectual adventure wanted
    many things and many people
    sociable intercourse
    celebrated scientific intercourse
    ——–guys at the pool hall (available intercourse)
    chapter after chapter of self-interest
    the skeleton hidden

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    • eatmorewords

      social intercourse new names made from Scrabble words
      puzzles to be solved or ignored
      self interested sacrificed for greater good – Wickerman scenes at the edge of town

      – GET ME THE PREACHER
      THERES A EXORCISM NEEDING AT THE POOL HALL –

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      • multiplemichael

        when it comes to Scrabble words
        I try to avoid intellectual interpretation
        poetry to be left on a coffee table
        words to be looked at and handled
        words that drip on the floor

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      • eatmorewords

        stained letters with decreasing values
        – importance placed on a name
        – attempts to get triple scores
        attempts to decode the whole board

        – the detectives with their adding machines

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      • multiplemichael

        social intercourse
        limited control over the reader’s response
        the text leads to sharing
        ego style
        the model of decoding machine
        been duplicated in China a thousand times
        spiral-like meanderings—some words with check marks
        poetry with childhood issues
        ———RIVALRY—————

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  21. multiplemichael

    THE TELEVISION CRUSHES INITIATIVE AND CREATIVITY
    a monkey wrench in the world of poetry
    5000 famous poets
    kill less famous poets
    no one knows the number
    it was mindless murder
    unemployed lawyers gave the whole event a thumbs up
    some signing copies of poetry by dead poets
    collections of dead letters from the postal system

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    • eatmorewords

      dead letter offices full of dead words written by dead people –
      a man at the office takes the letters home* to read them
      to give them life
      so he can feel connected

      (his boss noticed this and makes a note to discuss this in his appraisal)

      *is it theft of no one wants them?

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      • multiplemichael

        EVERYTHING IS IN WANT 24/7
        cleanliness is in constant demand
        shouldering the burden of living with relatives
        that stank like a PORTA-POTTY in the summer time
        a smell that left no room for the imagination
        if one could purchase the scent
        it would be RIDICULING RELIGION
        a blasphemous spray for man and beast
        ———–differing degrees of church attendance
        ———–differing degrees of pool hall attendance

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  22. multiplemichael

    FLARF could be the giant stone
    that makes resurrection impossible
    less famous poets are hiding
    the world of poetry
    a place of miserable friendlessness
    and loneliness
    —-how many people are disqualified from heaven ?

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  23. multiplemichael

    trust and confidence between poets
    to permit understanding without sentimentality
    mutual respect
    comradeship
    ****sarcastic remarks are like streetwalkers—you gotta have a thick rubber
    readers are concerned with the coding of the inside society/outside society
    those on the outside are happy to remain there
    outlaws-amateurs-gangsters
    possibly well-meaning
    possibly not

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  24. multiplemichael

    life starts with “EXCEPT FOR MONEY”
    what motivates the poet ?
    what is crucial to the development of narrative actions ?
    how many bullets/words do you put in the gun ?
    the line in the sand—individualism vs. conformity
    can you pay the price ?

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  25. multiplemichael

    characterized by the value of churches, schools—families
    the school bus drops you off at the pool hall
    a life based on “niceties”
    or a life based on reality
    nothing overrides SELF-INTEREST

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  26. multiplemichael

    other readers handed me notes complaining that you were a professional reader
    what was I to say—your roost is thousands of miles away
    I know your brother, Freud
    a straight shooter no doubt with the thunder thighs
    often the visible form has little to no interior
    but what was I to say for thee ?
    with geometric shells under foot
    I stood thee proud
    I said that you were beget a pearl
    and now you read as a free man
    never concentrating on size of word
    or opening or closing
    way outside the boundaries and separateness
    that you read only in expression of your identity

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  27. multiplemichael

    the shells underfoot—will they be used to wall us in ?
    the bare essentials and nothing more
    God gave us the raw materials
    the ingredients to create our experience
    deep roots that reach out
    ****the last road sign APHRODITES TO MARYS next right

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    • eatmorewords

      from raw materials a thousand things can be made
      from egg and flour
      the yeast that binds

      roots in the soil
      soil in the soul

      the bluegrass drummer with the $2 hair cut

      she told me secrets, whispered them in my ear

      I have never felt so electric

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  28. multiplemichael

    SHE SAID THROW AWAY THOSE STONES SONNY-BOY
    GONNA MAKE YOUR MOMMA AN IGIGLOO AND MAKE IT FAST
    DIFFERENT BUILDERS THIS TIME NO HORNS ON THE WALL
    YOU KEEP THINKING THAT YOU WILL ENJOY BIZARRE REWORKINGS
    THAT SOMEHOW VIOLENCE HAS BEEN RIPPED FROM THE BONE
    THAT MEAT IS MEAT AND THAT PAIN IS PAIN
    MEAT WITH NO CONSENSUS

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    • eatmorewords

      I did throw away the stones
      some sunk
      some smashed windows
      others were picked up by strangers and taken home

      some thought they were alien jewels – they were wrong –

      she told me emotions and feelings were numbered and limited
      – she told me I’m running low on 7 and 44 –

      mamas igloo will eventually melt

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      • multiplemichael

        the band came onstage and the audience went wild
        I tried to replace the words with more commonplace ones
        words that wouldn’t lacerate one like large shards of glass
        life was fragile and every thought wanted to demolish the most delicate
        life was the nightly force that denied passion—made the night a shrivel
        I heard you say, “I have no other life”
        all that mothering chatter about fashioning your feelings
        right out the window, Johnny Boy
        ****outdoing ourselves daily

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  29. multiplemichael

    gotta note today asking me if I was “the multiplemichael”
    mentioned in the John Kennedy assassination conspiracy
    what could I profit from saying yes or no ?
    ————–the thought that replicates itself over and over
    a great many details into a handful of centering themes
    literature from the page—literature from the day-to-day world
    life with its elaborate schemes
    each word follows the next

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    • eatmorewords

      a name found somewhere in the dark alleys of footnotes – a name linked to a certain trajectory
      words & building blocks
      and things that repeat themselves over and over and the number of replicas that fill the day
      -to-day
      somewhere days are longer that here
      empty hands at the head of the queue

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  30. multiplemichael

    POINTLESS
    no ordinary pattern
    turn Johnny Boy inside out
    the flashlight with weak batteries
    over-determined darkness
    chosen at haphazard—I think not
    looking at literature in dim light
    recreating inner dynamics
    toe-taps towards coherence

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      • multiplemichael

        and yet FLARF they produced
        eating-and-being-eaten
        12 years of schooling and that was what was taught
        the city kids said, “be careful where you poop”
        gents with the larger geometry were afraid of the pool hall
        ladies with the smaller geometry were shark-jaws minded
        ****weird patterns of annular growth

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      • eatmorewords

        annual growth in certain areas
        – slum town on the up and up
        shares bought by the truck load
        – newspaper toilet paper
        brown stained obituary

        people could see the sharks fin from the beach
        – safe outta reach
        the benefit of dry land

        I’ve reached that age where I don’t understand what young people are saying

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      • multiplemichael

        have you reached the age where you move with the seasons ?
        the trees give you a call to inform you of their leaf drop
        the bank discards their old worn money and you carry it away
        you know your sister-in-law will never be able to hang on
        she may be a heroine but long gone—hair in the corners
        dusty plots involving the differences between men and women
        thoughts about her being there to start supper
        the haunting smell of loneliness

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  31. multiplemichael

    —————-justify all the spiral-like meanderings
    mother wanting to curl the worms in the shell
    ——-the brain-matter itself
    outworn-outgrown worms
    ****a birthday wish to reconstitute what has been lost

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  32. multiplemichael

    ———————————making Easter cakes
    young fingers touching the spiritual dough
    remembering Easter in Kentucky
    the night before-the ladies flying
    eyes at the Observatory closed
    tongues in town silent
    as a male child I was safe

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    • eatmorewords

      no child was safe during the Easter hunts
      adults dressed as rabbits lurking in wooded groves
      – all touching lead to dirty fingers
      sticky trails
      at the observatory they tried to train the lens at the activities down below but the angle was to acute
      – they had to rely on memories

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  33. multiplemichael

    the boy from Bethlehem
    a jumble of foreignness
    speaking German in the crib
    an unpublished tongue
    and yet the angels spoke German also
    submissive and possibly ravenous
    I dare not repeat what I have been told

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  34. multiplemichael

    OTHERWISE WRITING WOULD BE A MISERY
    the librarian told you that you must be able to satisfy your drives
    as well as manage them———-compulsive poetry ?
    if you had an automobile—it would be missing a backseat
    your mythological twin is streaming color
    storytelling, role-playing, banging the drum slowly
    Economical Johnny with his pleasure strokes
    inner inertia too extreme for young adults
    petrified 30-year-olds in the background

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    • eatmorewords

      writing is only a misery when the words are out of reach
      a growing child far from the lip of the beach
      – an automobile with no wheels is just metal
      a poem with no words is just paper
      a desire to use a 100 words when 5 would do
      – MY MYTHICAL TWIN IS REAL –
      a bearded beast who can kill a man blindfolded
      – economical Johnny was seen trading words at the dime store (always keeping the receipt) –

      six hours on eBay looking for a 9 letter word to describe pleasure…

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  35. multiplemichael

    ————————–JOHNNY BOY
    uncharacteristically nervous
    about what men say at the pool hall
    the private in private life has much leeway
    no clinic for the connection
    signals and undercurrents
    informal gatherings
    rags and bottles
    no scholars
    the seed of active imagination freely given
    placed in a cigar box under the bed

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  36. multiplemichael

    ————(time to put up the scaffolding)————–
    poetry harbored in the unconscious
    standing up in the back of the class
    experimenting with spouting words
    ideas from photographs in magazines
    ideas germinated from an active imagination
    schoolboy geographical nostalgia

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  37. multiplemichael

    readers busy trying to rethink everything
    resemblances between birth and death
    trying to pedal a bicycle up a tree
    trying to sustain a narrative form
    unsuited for the solitary life
    secret hemorrhages

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  38. multiplemichael

    SECRET HEMORRHAGES IN BEETHOVEN’S NINTH SYMPHONY
    riding public transportation afraid of cross-pollination
    geographical germs—old school crawlers
    all the errors of the past
    people no more than mannequins
    the dark backdrop of life
    repeating each day
    theatrical holidays at small tables
    trying to ignore the unwanted in the wanted
    damaging Americans—detached and mechanistic
    tender tongue focus home—oh please, tender tongue

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