journey through staples 

I’ll meet you in the bottom left hand corner of the map before we move across the great expanse of the middle ground – past staples that hold the pages together 

through the middle ground of open space and forests 
– we’ll push on

 towards the top right hand corner through to the small print

across the page references and place names

names that roll off the tongue

names that stick and choke

like swallowing a mountain 
we will move across a geography of dry river beds 

common land and ex towns 
we’ll arrive before the new edition removed our path 

                   

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684 comments

  1. multiplemichael

    Daniel Libeskind designed a museum
    known as “Between the Staples”
    being very uptight about everything
    he made a pillow out of history
    but found it too difficult to rest his head on
    when asked about the staircases that lead nowhere
    even to non-rooms
    he holds up a photo of himself at 12 years of age
    seems therapy and erasure have not been helpful

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    • multiplemichael

      THE ALTERNATIVES WERE TO KILL—OR TO DIE
      NOT TO BECOME ROOTED AND LIVE WITHOUT GRACE
      TO BECOME SETTLED IN THE WASTELAND
      TO INHABIT THE DENS OF DEMONS AND DOGS
      HUMILIATED AND BARKING LIKE A BETRAYER
      (GOD IS A DESTINATION AND NOT A PROMISE)

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      • multiplemichael

        pass unnoticed until they become involved
        martial problems
        library card problems
        basic defects in personality and character
        skid row derelicts
        heavy users
        the motel was home to the upper end
        the source of the heavy-user spectrum
        Europeans on the edge of Dark Town
        asking for a room with a rear entrance
        Canadian guests asking for a night bucket
        no one brave enough to leave the locked room
        spoils and booty in high demand
        awkward and uneven sorts
        a knife–a club– Biblical Sodomy

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      • eatmorewords

        heavy users of all things
        drink drug words
        no passport to get you over the border
        no ladder to climb the walls
        the manager demanded a signature
        he demanded an upfront payment
        – not brave enough to say hello to her
        a lost library card
        a credit card expired
        a pocket full of change
        useless verbs

        I’m going

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      • multiplemichael

        the manifestations of Pocahontas
        stolen library cards
        credit cards of dead relatives
        poetic wheels in the sky
        the curveship of the man-organ
        an instant recognition of oneself
        unspoken affection

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      • multiplemichael

        the guys on the street
        were selling beef raised on beer
        when they noticed that I was checking them out
        I asked if they had bootleg library cards
        (unbearable urges to get my hands on some free books)

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      • multiplemichael

        forgo the knife and the fork
        it is modern times
        greet poets on the edge of Dark Town
        ———–sincere HELLOS
        simple things can become complicated
        how many tokens in your life ?
        platforms at the station ?
        upside-down maps ?

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      • multiplemichael

        a safe zone for bodily functions
        psychologically strange
        yes I do—yes I do
        black and brown
        a small lake of strong tea
        ———–adoring audiences of idiosyncrasies
        with their layers of narrative to decipher
        evils and lesser of evils
        thinly disguised diarrhea
        thought-provoking diarrhea
        wacky danced steps
        each one a word for a future poem

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    • eatmorewords

      the building had existed in his head for years
      no blueprint was ever drawn
      all in the mind, the angles, corridors, the non rooms,
      toilets with glamorous views,
      a spurting fountain
      – head of concrete and glass

      the only workable therapy is amnesia

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      • multiplemichael

        Emily Dickinson once told me that the only workable therapy
        was to have her external sucked as if it were a horn
        to indulge in the vulgar heat of religious wrong
        a female penis with a fever
        cowardice is common
        I suffer not

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      • multiplemichael

        the umbrella was very functional
        life resists containment
        words from the newspaper were falling
        thank God for the polarities of white and black
        brakes applied and applied again
        the force of inertia upset the daddy cart
        giddy circles in high gear lad (giddy circles)

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      • multiplemichael

        I SAW YOU SITTING THERE WITH AMNESIA IN A RAT TRAP
        follow that through Johnny with domestication of poetry
        produce more poetry in captivity
        optimum conditions
        knots of thoughts
        kinky knots
        and all you had to do
        was show your shot record
        and have a navel
        education was a breeze

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      • multiplemichael

        YOUR AMNESIA IN AN EFFLORESCENCE OF GREEN
        bright Hungarian gypsy pants
        current literary fashion
        no doubt
        the little lady in 20 pounds
        of denim
        is denim autobiographical ?
        belly up or be clobbered by the view
        payment (repayment)
        ****toting around an image no one knows

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    • multiplemichael

      unschooled eyes—overlapping circles of the outer world
      signifying my operations…a periphery of contact
      the womenfolk with their healthy eggs
      one kiss and the hunger ignited
      the tube thickens
      fluid secreted
      life oozed

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      • eatmorewords

        heavy eggs
        healthy eggs
        – the yolk that binds
        JFK shot by his own man
        53 year old secret irony of history
        a story in a story
        world inside a world interior blurs where the exterior starts –
        one kiss and the blood courses

        it would be fair to say the word she used was throbbing

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      • multiplemichael

        eggs in an exterior room outside the phallocentric museum
        eggs governed by science, church, and state
        eggs with a history of insecurity
        eggs go unexpressed—perhaps “unspoken”
        in Kentucky a mouth with an egg in it is a foul mouth
        the tongue that has licked an egg
        is a tool of the Devil
        an apparatus of heresy

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      • eatmorewords

        the uncracked egg
        life inside
        a dusty church of creaking knees
        the French have no religion
        – teaching your grandmother to suck eggs is a strange phrase*
        – happy birthday devil man

        *she was an expert egg sucker in her day

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      • multiplemichael

        A GATHERING OF POETS IN THE BONE SOUP
        hairy legs and baritone voices
        big dreams and small dreams
        grammatical errors
        overlapping diapers
        knowing there be plenty of room
        underground with melancholy
        triumphant splendor in the dirt
        DNA straight from Genesis
        survival walking on the earth map
        doesn’t seem like too much to ask
        reliance on fragments and a morning bus
        diary scraps on the floor
        the driver—seamless and stubborn
        Allen Ginsberg and Jack Kerouac
        mean less than speed bumps

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    • multiplemichael

      Daniel Libeskind—the man with the lightening-crackling mind
      ——doubts of past convictions———–
      ignore the defects and discrepancies
      at one time he was young
      I saw a certificate guaranteeing it so
      I thought of him as pedestrian butter
      a macaroon cake easy to swallow

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      • multiplemichael

        I saw Daniel Libeskind holding hands
        with thick-ankled tweed-coated
        women of the hawthorn hedges
        interested and sincerely seeking information
        doors that refuse to open
        windows that face brick walls
        steps that lead no where
        words floating in waterless soup
        ——————————————-
        *************************************
        where corpses embrace
        quarantined from poetry
        famous and yet a life not worth living
        deprived of sanitary thoughts
        sadism skin-tight
        multiple blurs
        prayers for a refuge from memories
        EXTERIORITY UPSTAGES INTERIORITY

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      • eatmorewords

        a photo of a small boy standing in front of a 13ft fork
        little knees Nike feet
        the dream of the small hands
        comrades sheltering each other from the bombs
        tanks on the horizon
        bullets in a gun
        the fallen church the rubble of sentences erased
        feeble attempts at escape

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    • multiplemichael

      HE HOLDS UP A PHOTO OF HIMSELF AT 12 YEARS OF AGE
      YEARS BEFORE THE UNISEX COCAINE—THE TIGHT-FITTING SKIN
      ORGANS ON AUTOMATIC PILOT—THE SECRET KENNEDY GLAND
      ——CHILDHOOD ANGST IS COMMONPLACE
      OBSESSED WITH PUSH PINS AND STATISTICS
      INSTRUCTIONAL MASTURBATION NOT RECREATIONAL

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      • multiplemichael

        AROUND THE FIRE STAYING WARM ON ONE SIDE
        relatives with distended bellies
        starving babies
        odd pancake breasts
        dermatological frights
        reality was misdiagnosed
        ****all the way in the halfway world

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    • multiplemichael

      ———————-BLASPHEMOUS LEVIATHAN———————-
      just today those words jumped off the page
      the strangling hands of Jesus and God
      the strangling control of all religions
      ye who is orphaned
      and vulgar white

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      • eatmorewords

        I’ve seen words jump off a page and just walk straight into the sunset
        – do you really want a Hollywood ending?
        – vulgar and white
        – a speeding car
        – the confusion of will

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      • multiplemichael

        DO I REALLY WANT A HOLLYWOOD ENDING ?
        with endless bouts of panic outside my front door
        I would enjoy the hum from the engines of fornication
        ———they call it, “UNUTTERABLE BLISS”

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      • eatmorewords

        the pigment washed off the paragraphs as the words literally fell from the page*
        – a storm of letters falling and no umbrella can keep you safe –
        a harsh K imbedded in a vagrants head
        the fat O that bounced down the street crushing patrol cars
        full stop raindrops

        *this poem is available free on line
        edit as you seem fit

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      • multiplemichael

        pity the poor bridegroom
        who comments about his wife
        “your backside and thighs are indicative
        of descent with modification”
        later in life he will learn to self-correct
        and never mention
        that is wife may be a native
        from New Guinea

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    • multiplemichael

      THE INCONVENIENCES OF THE FLESH
      a tight mental allegiance to a morality
      that some poor creature thousands of years ago
      dreamed up around a campfire
      it was always the loss of flesh
      the baby died
      the baby died

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      • eatmorewords

        looking at the world through a lens
        looking at the world from a rooftop
        periscope astronomy
        stars between the gaps in numbers

        Kanye West keeps emailing me
        wanting advice on this
        and that

        move to spam
        MOVE TO SPAM

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      • eatmorewords

        remove the flesh and boil the bones – fashion tips from pampered princesses –
        burn the witches

        do you dream of strong hair?
        do you want your hair to shine?
        strong nails
        white teeth
        DO YOU WANT STRONG LUSCIOUS HAIR??

        abort
        aghast
        aghast
        abort

        another plane crashed
        a sea of suitcases, ringing phones no one will answer

        a last text to God

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    • multiplemichael

      the final authority of the white poet
      words not subject to sorrows-losses-sickness-pain
      what validates poetry ?
      continual turning back
      CIRCLING
      little chance of escaping imitative poetry
      countless spots from rubbing off

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    • multiplemichael

      IN THE MIDST OF THE WRETCHEDNESS OF LIFE
      each day a well-written diary
      salvaging and rendering
      asking what has been lost
      every thought is a kind of translation
      words in themselves are not significant

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    • multiplemichael

      POETRY ON MOTOR SCOOTERS
      summer suits
      snaking sex in shaded spaces
      custom-made condoms
      the smell of poop
      Japanese tourists tossing coins
      whispering inside themselves
      “wish I had some of that”

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    • multiplemichael

      the relationships of fathers and sons
      a sustained hymn of praise
      and then—-punishment
      poetry about the desirability of being in charge
      parental sleuthing—-the home becomes a laboratory
      daily life full of scenarios—imitative behavior
      WHAT SHOULD BE UNPREDICTABLE
      BECOMES PREDICTABLE

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    • multiplemichael

      IN THE OLD PHOTOGRAPHS SHE STILL HAD LEGS
      role-playing sticks or lesbians hungry for young tongues
      a world increasingly closed
      a world with a river of loneliness
      discarded limbs along the bank
      soaking up leftover warmth
      ****haunting sounds of thwarted expectations

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      • eatmorewords

        she still had legs??
        how old was that photo? sepia tones no doubt, faded by time*
        – missing legs
        a scene from Jaws
        – a missing leg, question: do they have to buy a pair of shoes?
        – who buys the other foot?
        a world of limbs and questions

        *I’ve noticed since having kids
        time moves faster
        only yesterday it was 1985

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      • multiplemichael

        dwarf-like legs
        possibly candles for a strange birthday cake
        all subject matter unshackled
        great globes and wide hips
        ———-LOVE. JEALOUSY, TRIUMPH— but no legs
        explicit hominid evolution
        the crack got bigger
        ****heads the size of buffalos

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      • eatmorewords

        legs sold at the second hand shop
        – one careless owner, a verruca
        chipped nail
        – jealous of bipedal colleagues who share birthdays with famous dead folk –

        WHY SHOULD HE HAVE TWO OF WHAT I AINT GOT ONE OF?

        legless but closer to the ground

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    • multiplemichael

      PLEASURESEEKERS (those with money—those without)
      secret dens—some with keys—others by name alone
      23 songwriters—some with graffiti underpants
      code words to appeal to sodomites
      one branch favors Susan Sontag
      another, Saddam Hussein
      softened imagery
      one drop of dew and it is a baby or two
      lovers and sex agents out the door
      fictional voices exhausted
      garden poetry for evermore

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    • multiplemichael

      the poet apologizes for not knowing the words
      dollar signs for Jesus or some nonsense
      the bedroom of the young Johnny Boy
      nightclub/cocktail lounge/bowling alley
      stacks of daydreams on the bookcase
      fingering the keys of a young piano
      endless cigarette imagery
      intrigue and danger
      and detectives

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    • multiplemichael

      —when we feel ourselves being looked at
      rings of flesh penetrable
      anatomical sexuality
      slow self-exposure
      that horrifying gash
      external wound
      internal wound
      ****predatory gaze

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      • eatmorewords

        when we feel ourselves being looked at and watched
        we will assume another ‘guise
        we will change out gait
        our brand of cigarette
        comb your hair to the left
        – a predatory gaze of the vulture
        the predatory gaze of this culture
        the slow self exposure
        inch by slow inch

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    • multiplemichael

      HER AGGRESSIVE LOSS OF ATTRACTIVENESS
      that crazy postchemo wig SHE stole at the thrift store
      poetry from a sagging face
      words about biopsies
      and intrusions
      ————————
      ————————
      trying to go the distance
      isolation
      and dependence on the self

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    • multiplemichael

      poets trying to blend with dead leaves and twigs
      I think her thing looked like an unshelled snail
      I showed HER to Robert Frost but he was blind
      he touched the slot and cried real tears
      he said, “what kind of monster was God ?”

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      • eatmorewords

        dead leaves are the colour of winter but for now the sun shine over fresh cut grass twigs are branded attached to trees waiting for death
        – “what kind of monster was god?”

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    • multiplemichael

      a most problematic moment
      the sad polar bear
      nothing to eat
      only grudges (recent and otherwise)
      ———————————————-
      troubled sleep with zoo dentists
      trying to brush his teeth
      days spent on automatic pilot

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      • multiplemichael

        should zoo dentists be poets
        or
        amateur historians ?
        ancient scholars rubbing themselves
        educated amusement ?
        weedy junk baby
        garbled memories from childhood
        early industrial cutlery on the tee shirt
        snapshots of MOM naked on a rug

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    • multiplemichael

      at work you tried to imitate disorder
      the ladies like strange fowl ignored you
      poetry from general observation
      your mother once wrote on the inside flap
      “preposterous balderdash”
      ——————–
      that early volume of poetry
      heavenly somersaults
      with young relatives
      delirious from kissing
      looking at illustrations
      of naked people at Coney Island
      rubbing fingers over the privates
      anesthetizing the pretty ones

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      • eatmorewords

        the ladies in their uniforms
        at work with rough hewn fingers – one of them told me “all poetry is from observation” –

        I unpacked my imagination into words

        we put in the ground work
        did the hard yards like when you chased your first date

        back then when you had enthusiasm and energy

        a somersault stalled due to inertia

        I could count the pretty ones on one hand

        (. I only know Coney Island from the movies .)

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    • multiplemichael

      we deceive ourselves
      just watch someone open their mouth
      I vote for puritanism !!!
      serrated teeth and Jesus
      walking hamburgers
      a sprained groin
      spillage in the slot
      devil-worship and UFO abduction
      spent food expelled

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      • eatmorewords

        walking carrion
        predetermined existence, up until a point
        we don’t know where we’re going but we know where we’re ending – bent over, a couple o teeth taking maybe we should embrace God* and waiting for the UFOS

        * no embrace for false idols

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  2. multiplemichael

    all this crazy talk about perspiration lacking inspiration
    so easy to write the last word and not the first
    people outside begging to be reborn
    I see readers stuck between the staples
    (the really bad ones are hitching up to shed a skin)

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    • eatmorewords

      backwards writing
      working back from a full stop
      setting the parameters as wide as possible
      breathing space and wriggle room

      remove the staples and the pages flutter away
      baby birds

      people want to be reborn but refuse to live

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      • eatmorewords

        I found a secret in box
        247,876 unread messages
        some offering financial security
        some offering unrequited love
        I deleted them all
        set fire to the computer and picked up a pen

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      • multiplemichael

        something so dangerous as to write down what was on my mind
        working back through the day—sacrificing time and time again
        disquieting questions about the space ship
        lesser devils I called them
        they spoke German
        and seemed angry
        ****I offered my best upswing

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      • multiplemichael

        the awful responsibility of finding the secret
        a rather large unfenced thing—this secret
        like running madly in a crowded circle
        a life full of suspects
        only one baby bird

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      • multiplemichael

        fly away magnificent handsome brilliant baby bird Peter
        fly away magnificent handsome brilliant baby bird Paul
        find your ego-satisfaction in heaven
        heaven with its limited interruptions
        heaven with its limited goat droppings

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      • multiplemichael

        the trouble with ordinariness
        THE TROUBLE WITH ORDINARINESS
        the trouble with ordinariness
        ————–it purchases an American firearm
        and kills and injures innocent people

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      • multiplemichael

        prophets and pushers
        disenfranchised fringes
        unfinished ballads
        Dark Town streets
        pharmaceutical poetry
        crude—almost amateurish
        faraway violins behind the words
        American souls so blank as to be colorless

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      • multiplemichael

        YEARS OF PLAYING BEATLE MUSIC BACKWARDS
        The Beatles were a tribe
        their music was accumulated experience
        noises picked up from daily haunts
        lyrics of polished artifacts
        that possibly flared
        damaged romance
        countless losses
        scholarly snot

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      • eatmorewords

        backwards messages spelt out the name Jagger and gave the secret of Nazi gold –

        however it was high pitched and only dogs could hear it

        the joke was on us

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      • eatmorewords

        no propeller before the crash landing
        an outline of the body in the ground
        on the honeymoon bed
        strangled and chocked on words to large to roll around your mouth

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      • multiplemichael

        your life is a series of questions and speculations
        so many contradictory
        a pocket full of alphabetical devices
        spy stuff like in the movies and on television
        early relationships with elevator men
        physics-chemistry-biology-sodomy

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      • eatmorewords

        spy stuff
        hidden camera in the honeymoon suite
        bugs behind the picture who eyes followed you around
        invisible ink

        your public persona vs your personal one

        multiple M
        all things to all people
        once a star on the TV

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      • multiplemichael

        down at headquarters they say that the spy camera
        couldn’t capture the whole you
        the honeymoon suite wasn’t big enough
        chatter about her budding rose
        and your trouser-blimp inflating
        but that’s just bittersweet
        marvel and melancholy

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      • multiplemichael

        I remember Johnny Boy once said,
        “shut your eyes and I’ll remove the staples”
        whiskey-throated words on pages freed
        to haunt the evenings surrounding Dark Town

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      • multiplemichael

        the down-rush of potent spider pills
        talk of collapsible bras
        wads of Irving Berlin
        everyone blamed the youngest daughter
        ****miracles take place….SHE went from a 32 to a 38

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      • eatmorewords

        that girl you knew in fifth grade tried to smuggle spider pills over the Mexican border –
        stuffed in collapsible bras –
        remember her?
        two places to the left in your school photo?

        – I blame no-one EXCPET Mr.Berlin

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    • multiplemichael

      at the pool hall they often spoke of
      “YANKING UP THE OYSTER”
      had nothing to do with the hardships of poetry
      singleness indulged
      continual practice
      ignoring the footsteps of history
      ignoring the ricochets of readers
      what price—unattached virile vigor ?

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      • multiplemichael

        not once did I ask about your high school yearbook
        page after page of Rorschach ink blots
        your unique personal history
        sodomy—definable, diagnosable
        ****others have had to find their way

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      • multiplemichael

        ——————the hardships of poetry
        the original and the copies
        obscure words from lifted knees
        words that need a handler
        someone
        to control the residue of guilt

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      • eatmorewords

        guilt stored or suppressed
        buried in the woods
        the thing of fables
        reconstruct your childhood
        the summer grazed knees sweat on top lip the memory of things that never end

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      • multiplemichael

        —————–TENACIOUSNESS——————-
        a common term at the pool hall
        youth bathed in the pale radiance
        of nicotine-coated lighting
        empty youth
        having never contained
        or been expressible

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    • multiplemichael

      poets were saying things like “stubborn horse”
      and “deadly venom”
      almost impossible to look them in the eye
      the coffee machine was sweating
      the petrol stove low on fuel
      the promise of cotton bottom tomorrow

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      • multiplemichael

        I tried to stay awake
        on your promise of cotton bottom tomorrow
        thoughts of husbands and wives and wacky lovers
        celebrity-chaser pills and bath salt powerhouses
        women who talked about Manhattan all night
        but thought true romance was found in Ohio
        ——————+++++++++++——————–
        a sneak peek gynecologist with a handy Kleenex
        strangers arrived knowing their “privates” were to be on display
        elastic skin that knew sexual jubilation and off-putting sorrow
        communication with the nose—communication around the mommy-hole

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      • eatmorewords

        poets hemmed in behind wires
        – people in watchtowers with guns
        – words written on bedsheets & hung out to dry
        you can see the steam rising from the showers

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      • multiplemichael

        ****(small hands)
        ——————————————————small hands
        the tree grows… the limbs become large
        another suicide to the wind
        a nameless city wind
        more meaningfully here than elsewhere
        the dialect of a hairy lip
        biblical tobacco in a pipe
        painless to the point of tears
        (Robert Frost—a painkiller that doesn’t work)

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      • eatmorewords

        a dream where you had tiny hands and couldn’t pick anything up
        – total frustration
        – objects dropped around your feet
        – a city with a river that runs through it
        – dead computers at the bottom of the lake

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      • eatmorewords

        a reputation of repetition
        repetition repetition
        the ins and the outs
        the tunnels and passages
        dry river beds
        moist verdant hills
        here in Albion
        reputation & repetition

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    • multiplemichael

      topic of the day at the pool hall
      ———-HUMPTY DUMPTY—-
      couldn’t take the earthquake
      and sit upright like a man
      ****somewhere there is a parable
      about the value of advanced mathematics

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  3. multiplemichael

    cheap watercolors and a dose of fact becomes fiction
    the poet with an obstetrical stick
    trying to rip the living embryo from the poem
    the mother gives up her words
    the lucky ones sink back into the darkness

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      • multiplemichael

        decreasing circles succumb to a navel
        a husband on a leash
        lilac-scented
        —————-bawdy poetry about an upholstered crotch
        applause without misgiving
        the chances one takes
        has to take
        will take

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      • eatmorewords

        we drifted apart
        slow icebergs in cold waters of seal fat and fish bones
        above sunken ships
        – never realised the distance till i turned around and saw small people on the horizon –

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      • multiplemichael

        talking, kissing, laughing, and all the fun stuff
        came to a halt
        icebergs
        large hairy icebergs
        so much more above the surface
        work and isolation and sleep
        small frightened people on the distant shore
        like eggs waiting to be re-inserted into the chicken

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      • eatmorewords

        yolks outside the shell of
        Rothko eggs – isolated from other people –
        emotions like icebergs 80% submerged and out of sight like a criminal on the run

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      • multiplemichael

        I bought a copy of the Christian Science Monitor
        thinking there would be information on icebergs
        the whole issue was dedicated to your missing father
        there was a poem on the back page
        “THE HOWLING VOID OF YOUR LONG ABSENCE”

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      • eatmorewords

        the CSM propaganda machine
        no mention of dinosaurs
        the rigorous search for truth stops at the door of religion
        – icebergs aren’t melting just drifting away
        over the horizon
        – humans arrived in boats wearing black cloaks
        secret sects hidden away
        sharing fathers with those who have none –
        a father figure
        a strong backbone
        a centre point with hands bigger than shovels

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      • multiplemichael

        readers either embraced
        or repulsed
        by the explicit statement
        “HANDS BIGGER THAN SHOVELS”
        pool hall articulation
        exploratory—suggestive
        the text like a sign turned in the wrong direction

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      • multiplemichael

        sink back in the shadows of Dark Town
        perpetual erection—perpetual conflict
        the repressed self is knocking
        —————–where is the unfolding ?
        the warm hand, the warm mouth, the open hole
        an evasive partner——reality not appearance
        the sham is a bulldozer in high gear
        ****remove the mask and it is soon replaced

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  4. multiplemichael

    a stroll on the boulevard where artists had planted strange trees
    where flowers grew directly from the concrete
    small women with large eyes smiled
    young men with no underpants
    plumbing for a price
    supreme idleness

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      artists impressions of standard scenes
      the pool hall painted in mauve
      blue shadows convey a deep sense of longing
      wistful woman with saucer eyes
      – the weeds that grow through the concrete gaps life will always find a way

      underpants chaff the exit

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        rub-a-dub-dub underpants
        the poet can entertain almost any idea
        diving down past the palate and the stomach
        searching, probing, delving in the land of farts
        at the dispenser who stands taller—the realist or the romanticist ?

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    • multiplemichael

      stream-of-consciousness
      (+) butt dust or inconsequential butt dust
      (+) yank up the oyster
      (+) banjo players never wear pajamas
      (+) masturbate and then recuperate
      (+) oral sex whispering
      (+) SHE had a squirrel cage inside her skull
      (+) a healthy pink inside the repetitive rut
      (+) a tiny pucker unfenced

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      • multiplemichael

        stream-of-consciousness
        (+) the usual male diminution
        (+) surgery with large scissors
        (+) a helping hand with the moustache
        (+) make-believe guns from Dark Town
        (+) alphabetical erections—arithmetical erections

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      • multiplemichael

        SHE said, “You’re a real runny, glutinous yellow puddle”
        my cousin said that he thought the job title was “cook”
        little did he know that it was at minimum 7 inches
        words can have such unpalatable meanings

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      • multiplemichael

        gloved hands to grip the gun
        only in Hollywood
        a fried egg in the underpants
        and off to work
        cooked food next to the cave entrance
        an oozing incision in a paranoid-critical kind of way
        men on the elevator were quick to take notice

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      • eatmorewords

        over in Hollywood a movie is being made featuring the ghosts of everyone who’s died in between 2010 – 2016 –
        bedsheet projectors
        – I’ve fallen behind with my correspondence
        – it has been noted
        – finding the effort to employ ghost writers and an actor to play me while I sleep

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      • multiplemichael

        bookish, bespectacled, white-sheeted ghost
        leaky nut sac below the hamburger tube
        the savage practice of masturbation
        the smell of sphincters plural
        his nose a tool to the cipher
        post-coital prophylactic jitters
        uncorked jism curds

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      • multiplemichael

        the thought of a poor girl
        who pursued marriage to a golden staple
        the resultant crime of passion
        his peculiar grip
        creative ideas with no genesis
        endless suspicions
        limitations
        and yet—forces were constantly trying
        to outstrip his attainments
        that determination to hold tight

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    • multiplemichael

      having just squirted from a throbbing tube
      no time for self-dislike
      all psychological associations are absent
      edible excuses for disordered thoughts
      ——-the when and the where of ingesting
      years of college and that being the crux of the biscuit
      ****someone taught you to kill your food with your teeth

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      • eatmorewords

        teeth left in the coat that covered the meat
        raw and uncooked
        night time classes in taxidermy
        – being able to separate this from that lie from fact
        – ambiguity and confusion
        man or woman, you decide.

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      • multiplemichael

        the question of the day:
        WHY DOES HEAVEN HAVE WALLS AND A GATE ?
        ========================================
        easy to find disappointment
        even with clean underpants
        readers speak highly
        of WILLINGNESS to allow development
        they want you to bend over in the prison shower
        to drop to your knees in the truck stop latrine
        to vomit the religion of your ancestors
        LIFE IS A RELAY-RACE IN THE DARK

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      • eatmorewords

        the pigment washed off the paragraphs as the words literally fell from the page –
        – a storm of letters falling and no umbrella can keep you safe –
        a harsh K imbedded in a vagrants head
        the fat O that bounced down the street crushing patrol cars
        full stop raindrops

        this poem is available free on line
        edit as you seem fit
        easy to disappoint

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      • multiplemichael

        AN UNTIMELY DEATH PREVENTED (famous musician)
        FROM REVEALING HIS GENDER CHANGE
        DAYS EARLIER IT TURNED GREEN
        ————which was worse ?
        HOW IT LOOKED or HOW IT SMELLED
        WHEN PEOPLE TALK ABOUT THAT VAULT
        CRAZY DOLLAR SIGNS FLASH IN THEIR EYES
        THE VAULT WAS TO LIBERATE HIM FROM ALL CONSTRAINTS
        AN EASY ACESS WHERE MEN COULD TOUCH HIS FEMININITY
        ****with the lights on, it looked like a holiday turkey without the stuffing

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      • eatmorewords

        dollar sign eyes with no binary
        a bit of this
        51% that
        liberated but not from chains
        trussed up meat plucked and ready
        read into it what you will
        what you read into it will change

        just put yourself in that position get yourself a new haircut

        inches taller in heels

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      • multiplemichael

        just try and fit TAXIDERMY into a single sentence
        ————————————-into a single skin
        overexposed on the online dating circuit
        a boy—no, a man
        having gone only halfway
        forgivable caresses—overeager caresses
        forgivable kisses—mistimed kisses
        playacting lips
        ****poseurs and piddlers from Dark Town

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  5. multiplemichael

    terrible dreams about the death of everything sensitive
    when Republicans walk it sounds like they have an accordion
    located in their butt
    ventriloquising smells as well as sounds
    ———a life perplexed and tormented by anal dust

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    • eatmorewords

      dust in the gaps of particles and strands of her hair caught in the breeze
      – republicans hang to the right
      deep inside the barrel of a gun
      – the comedy sound of loud clown honks followed them everywhere

      the view for the outsider is confusing & dangerous

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      • multiplemichael

        a glass jar full of a crude distillation
        the bohemians called it “three swallows”
        subterranean thoughts
        grade school mechanism plus behaviorism
        she said “no go buddy—impenetrable undergrowth”

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      • eatmorewords

        mow the undergrowth
        new life forms found
        go nocturnal
        go subterranean
        the secrets hidden inside beards

        a brain in a jar
        a door stop in a Scandinavian university
        six cigarettes smoked to the butt

        feeling the gravitational pull of the situation

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      • multiplemichael

        when I mentioned that the remedy for suppressed talent
        might be a personal size lawn mower
        you could hear the floorboard creak
        puritans welcome growth
        plusses and minuses
        often mismanaged

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  6. multiplemichael

    fragments of questions—what was he thinking ?
    Abraham Lincoln with his thoughts like logs
    Moses with his gay tailor on his knees
    ———–total surrender to the staple
    the path of least resistance
    flesh falls quickly from the bone
    POET SKELETON ALONE IN A ROOM
    outside the sound of history marching by
    naked savages around a roaring fire
    blue-black bulls outside a bedroom window
    that damn magic mirror with its beggar-vagabond
    feeding on men and women like a cannibal
    covered in animal skins and promoting himself a poet
    ****strong meat and healthy sperm

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    • eatmorewords

      healthy sperm has done it job
      all walking around on two legs talking
      – skeletal attempts to find its skin – appearing from the cave
      sunshine eyes squinting
      – wall painting poetry and pictures of bison
      – ex animals extinct and cannibalised by basic needs

      gay tailors and flamboyant costumes – sequins like stars
      the sky on the floor

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      • multiplemichael

        how much life is shuttered and buckled in the words ?
        gay tailors and flamboyant Pearl Harbor sailor suits
        jism-crusted zippers in the morning light
        old queens tell stories at breakfast
        sleep doesn’t come quick enough
        the roommate is a religious fanatic
        on her back with relapses and setbacks
        old wrinkle in hand making wrinkled wisdom

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        suits with lapels a mile long
        like runaways for alien craft
        – wide legged suits to hide contraband
        – room mates stealing each other’s ideas while the food in the fridge rots –

        wisdom aged like a church steeple

        I need some air

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      • multiplemichael

        WISDOM COMES IN ALL SHAPES
        A CHURCH STEEPLE
        ELIZABETH TAYLOR
        scanning titles at the library
        endless books on loneliness
        one direction things go bad
        the other direction things go really bad
        introverts standing in a cynical, hard-bitten line

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      • eatmorewords

        the choice meaning no choice two ways bad one direction bad
        the other, bad no direction home the cynical servants
        the poisoned kippers the
        library books of Cleopatra loaned and not returned like
        the unwanted post from unknown sources

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      • multiplemichael

        the library books of Cleopatra were on the topic of kissing
        when to kiss—when not to kiss
        the constant fear of infected lips—STDs of the mouth
        withered lips—the fear of lip shrivel
        ( dreams about lips coated with the frost of tuberculosis germs )

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      • multiplemichael

        SHE asked, “Am I just a twinge in your life ?”
        7000 demons silently whispered “nuisance”
        there was the girl with the rubbery gums
        she had that look
        like she lived too near a cemetery
        agonized nerves in the groin
        tweezers darling—half the night

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      • multiplemichael

        sensitive words wasted
        poetry too trivial to save
        gay tailors with blue eyes
        fair complexions
        tiny tight mouths
        ===================
        cries of jackals
        howls of wolves
        anatomy laid bare

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      • multiplemichael

        needle point at midnight
        raw intensity
        commitment
        —=====—–
        gay tailor living in a fishbowl
        a theatrical artist
        with sensitive fingers
        free of tawdriness and degeneracy
        (poetry written about unguarded moments)
        intimate touch that projects emotion
        baptismal at best

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      • eatmorewords

        the tourniquet tightened focusing the vision where pictures were painted by the chemtrails in the sky, the
        Nazca lines & aluminium rain
        failing on the carrion

        near misses across the fuselage
        (not reported when they landed)

        sleep depravation experiments in underground facilities

        – futile attempts to find the centre of space –
        self control not guaranteed
        – the man who invented the concept of zero

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      • multiplemichael

        Sumerians get credit for selling the concept of zero
        peel back the layers to anything
        and you will have a Sumerian
        wide eyed and looking at you
        ————=======————-
        opposite the rest of the world
        dirty sodomy
        was more expensive
        than clean

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  7. multiplemichael

    men with hammers here to build preconceptions and prejudices
    stacks of litigation beside the trash can
    four-letter words drifting from next door
    resistance down to 3 packs a day
    the smoke of paganism
    the courage to explode at work
    lesbians attracted to the smell of semen
    poetry by the truckload unread
    limited staple literature

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    • eatmorewords

      hammers and sickles
      symbols of the old east
      – strap on lesbian confusion
      found a staple in my meat
      found a staple in my meat
      found a staple in my meat
      – simmering at work by the tea machine
      angry emails
      emoji blindness

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      • multiplemichael

        a collection of staples in the mental health hospital folder
        staples having erotic dreams about the word, “JUICINESS”
        glossy surface intercourse
        vagina flavoring
        incredible constriction
        varicolored paper
        Ouija board strong staples

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      • eatmorewords

        staples replaced push pins on the chalkboard up and down the country
        – homeless people in one shoe heard secret messages telling them to congregate at the edge of dark town

        all eyes
        To the sky

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      • multiplemichael

        the edge of Dark Town
        where men have skyrockets
        in their pants
        when children ask about babies
        all eyes to the sky
        going naked around the house
        the loose ends of sexuality
        sordid alleys and filth
        wallowing in the sludge
        paralyzed

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      • eatmorewords

        when I walk past mobile phone masts I can hear conversations : talk of schemes
        dirty secrets
        life long dreams people talking a low hum of consonants of code words and nicknames –
        sordid laundry aired
        all eyes to the sky
        people transported in machines eating nuts in a metal box all the sludge is below
        miles below

        in a metal box above mountains eating nuts

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      • multiplemichael

        medical field meats
        meat as a free choice not a compulsion
        dressing up meat to display
        a private image of meat and a public image
        surrender to meat
        macho type—hanging (hung)
        powerless to walk away
        non-communicative
        free-floating shame
        inappropriate nicknames for meat
        lewd meat jokes
        thoughts about seduction
        meat abstinence
        speaking in a foreign language in the meat department
        meat as a shortcut to avoid discomfort
        unspoken deals with the butcher

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  8. multiplemichael

    if not done publicly it will be done privately
    the police camera to capture nuisance
    imbeciles come and go
    weak medication
    thermometer sticking up
    like a flag at the North Pole
    ****she wanted to sniff it

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    • eatmorewords

      a thin line between private and public
      – snapchat cocks
      – Instagram vaginas
      – body images sent to whole address books – what’s in ya pants
      exposed on the superhighway delivered by email
      spammed with questions “how wides your girth?” – pills for this
      pills for that –

      sagging in the South Pole

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  9. multiplemichael

    IN THE CAR SHE SMELLED LIKE DAY-OLD CHICKEN
    squatting one could see her catcher
    gnats and hair like pine needles
    squeezing down there she could make a comical O-shape
    sleek moist eel greasy with under the hood tomboy cheese
    real women make gunk and orange-red stains

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      • multiplemichael

        HER CATCHER
        a warm bun from an oven of religious mysticism
        after the baby it was just dawdling
        desperate dawdling–sudden veerings
        it would just fall out with no pledge

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      • multiplemichael

        people at the airport were swallowing pills
        to place them in a numb core of nonfeeling
        pills that stop the questioning
        all the criticizing fades away
        36 hours before one can defecate
        vertical moving people seem to be in a hurry
        rich people in gingerbread colors
        burlap-textured clothing
        Russian—nothing before 1850
        gesticulating cigarettes and huge diamond rings
        I sat up front next to the boy genius

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    a sign over the coffee maker:
    PLEASE DO NOT RUMINATE ON COMPANY TIME
    a real insult to the girl-studded office
    doll masks and doll clothes…yes
    apples on the chest—the smell of chartreuse
    not a bare spot on any crotch
    the cocoon of sexuality finalized

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  11. multiplemichael

    poetry stapled inside coffins
    poems about death and resurrection
    words that make plank paths
    crossings and re-crossings
    angry about pleasure squandered
    pink-walled memories—butter for lube
    “it feels like Friday Night” when you touch it
    owl-eyed— burdened under the force of a session
    teaching and learning love—repetition of schooling
    living among ghosts without jackets of flesh
    yes—living among ghosts

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    • eatmorewords

      she phoned up late night radio shows and spoke for hours – free wheelin words
      – other callers called in to request 1980s hair metal songs –
      – she continued to talk when the line went dead
      – pink walled entrance
      dark exits
      – she awore she saw ufos and ghosts and her dead grandma in the frozen section of the local supermarket
      – life was a gift that became a burden
      something to discard like a moth eaten jackets

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      • multiplemichael

        —————————-you didn’t mention
        that SHE was constantly oscillating
        between church and the brothel
        the bible in one hand
        lube in the other
        men describe their desire as “interest”
        dispersal requires a sum of money
        dispersal lightens the wallet
        and drains the jism-bag

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  12. multiplemichael

    men who survived terrible women
    yes, there are men who survived
    the world of stinks–constant fatigue–idle dreams
    men who were forced to compost the vegetable scrapings
    ———————–++++++++++++++—————————
    men who stand at the urinals of life
    with their lollipop size heads
    and withered shaft skin
    thinking back to when they were sex hammers

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  13. multiplemichael

    thunderous farts that bounced from the back wall
    faces stitched in disbelief— the discomfort was oddly satisfying
    ———I know she has finicky nerves
    but I mailed Emily Dickinson a postcard today
    (a shut-in in a white slip with a man-size external)

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    • multiplemichael

      booby-trapped stomach heaves
      obstacle course to the latrine
      frazzled and disoriented
      open to risk
      crowds of bowler-hatted employees
      stifled wishes on your daily loop
      ****ashy residue from Germany

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      • eatmorewords

        a world of booby-traps
        look before you leap
        look before you walk
        green man says go
        red man says stop
        potholes that lead subterranean
        a world within a world
        stomach so empty and throat that feels like it’s been sliced

        still better then fighting in a trench

        the fear of
        the rise of
        the robots

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  14. multiplemichael

    STREAM-OF-CONSCIOUSNESS
    ——————————————–
    (+) a female taxidermist calls you every day
    (+) on the ride home you notice several male and female halves meet
    (+) you try not to stare at things sandwiched between the teeth of strangers
    (+) you try not to write poems about teeth being tombstones
    (+) death: a cure for ailments
    (+) a treasured DVD of industrious chewing
    (+) pool hall regulars with implacable serrated teeth
    (+) lip hair on a meat grinder
    (+) Sean Connery

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    • eatmorewords

      STREAM-OF-CONSCIOUSNESS

      •seeing the same people every day like life is a loop
      •desire to rummage through neighbours trash
      •the smell of petrol
      •drawing outlines of undiscovered islands in the back of library books
      •collecting combs you find on the floor
      •pubic hair knotted like dreadlocks
      •a first kiss tasting of chewing gum and nicotine
      •Buddhist monks help cremate the dead after natural disaster
      •John Wayne

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      • multiplemichael

        ————-SEEING THE SAME PEOPLE EVERY DAY LIKE LIFE IS A LOOP
        sequential discoveries that validate themselves
        poets often come to terms with immediate feelings
        disquieting cutlery in America
        a spoon is a spoon
        a knife is a knife
        but a fork is almost never just a fork

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  15. multiplemichael

    secret thoughts about post-mortem rape
    fur and choppers and a finger in
    the pleasure outside shadows
    ———–they say the prison cell is the living death
    no barred windows only stained concrete
    people weigh an alibi against forgetfulness
    a corroborated alibi please
    endless misunderstandings

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  16. multiplemichael

    life inside the cage becomes progressively more unmanageable
    daily behavior that ultimately causes more discomfort
    all social contact is supported by dishonesty
    pulling out because of shame
    and then sticking again
    and getting stuck

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    • eatmorewords

      a cage with revolving doors and windows – the office of computers and filling cabinets
      important information highlighted in fluorescent green
      – daily behaviour is Pavlovian
      salivating hounds
      we love the master that beats us

      the glue that binds the yeasts that sticks

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      • multiplemichael

        WE LIVE THE MASTER THAT GLUES OUR FEET TO THE FLOOR
        submission to the pressures
        sailors who drown in love
        and yet find themselves reborn
        (people in Kentucky know nothing of Phoenician Sodomy)
        a heap of maps beached on the shore
        coated in sperm and procreative jelly
        possibly a flush from above
        YES—SOMEONE ORCHESTRATES THE RELEASE OF ANGEL SEMEN
        beyond the death obsessions of earth
        beyond the acceptance of death
        the true abandonment of striving

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      • multiplemichael

        WE LIVE THE MASTER WHO WRITES THE REARRANGEMENT
        ———-the artful rearrangement of life
        self-definition in the truck stop restroom
        each manuscript with adjustments
        introductory consequences
        core sinfulness without a face
        aromatic tongues galore

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      • eatmorewords

        artful arrangement of all these words
        there will be consequences if the wrong exit is used
        methodical approach to honeymoon gymnastics
        the prince is dead
        Long live the prince

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      • multiplemichael

        PATTED ON THE HEAD————–PATTED ON THE HEAD
        twice-over words like the rails for the TRAIN
        shenanigans at best
        the tangles remain
        ****people who can read and write have a hobby

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      • multiplemichael

        the two hands that came together
        to form the wings of the butterfly
        —————————————–
        gallons of blood seeped through
        no matter the gauze
        no matter the amount of pressure applied
        the Mother Knot stops by to observe
        looking down on the factory class
        SHE carries a friendship flag
        yet eats her pork raw

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    everyone in the circle blames somebody
    it is nearly impossible to accurately assess
    the condition of any family member
    grade school to arrest
    prosecution and incarceration
    the diversion from discomfort
    drives one to the ultimate trauma
    ****prison is the castle of historical traumas

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    • eatmorewords

      a circle of blame
      a culture that grows
      no test can clarify 100% where
      when the rot set in
      – propel follow A to B sometimes
      people jump the steps
      jump from birth straight to death – forget the living in between

      a doctors notebook reveals deviations from the norm

      they took an oath
      and some actually kept it

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      • multiplemichael

        the police turned the lights on
        997 men were emerging in self-awareness
        “doing it” without “being it”
        acceptance was a tall ladder
        new skins on the top shelf
        ****watch your step—abandoned indirect language everywhere

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  18. multiplemichael

    all living creatures suffer some manner of molestation
    hidden maps and crazy clocks
    ever-increasing anxiety
    ——the flashlight violates the value system of darkness
    darkness remains unmanageable
    POETS BEG TO BE VOLUNTEERS

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    • eatmorewords

      a tin of red blood paint
      red blood
      painting hanging on a wall where passer-bys look up and stare
      but never enough time to make an assessment
      to reach a conclusion
      naive expressions

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  19. multiplemichael

    kept down there smoldering
    suppressed since puberty
    manly love in all its glory
    wrecked automobiles and broken arms
    friendship ripped like a scab
    ( a harsher Judaic code )
    no one spoke of self-definition
    (+) eccentricities
    (+) pathologies
    ————“do” it without “being” it
    going too fast in the curve
    wave at the circle jerk

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    • eatmorewords

      sounding like over exposed mantras
      a disenchanted actor
      12 automobiles in his garage
      motivational nonsense

      unable to find the end of the rope
      unable to find the middle of the woods

      how can you define yourself when the definitions change?

      I saw a car crash
      metal into metal glass scattered and the radio kept playing
      kept playing on and on and on

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      • multiplemichael

        ——————-DISENCHANTED ACTOR
        the wife saying, “we’ll sing no song today”
        fresh locks on the love-nest
        the lack of celebration
        the birth of revelation
        poetry
        the jargon of isolation

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      • eatmorewords

        (a pithy observation)

        A man and woman stand next to each other. They are both wearing glasses and matching football shirts. They could be siblings or lovers. I don’t know. They say a dog will resemble its owner. There is a shop in the background.

        jargon debased all her favourite words – a new language devoid of vowel
        words spoken via fingers and thumbs

        only language and knowledge evolves these days
        everything else

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      • multiplemichael

        your man and woman
        disturbing
        based on reality
        based on appearance
        possibly platonic
        phallic arousal kept under a rock
        ashamed in the bathroom
        future spouse can penetrate the door
        ****imprisonment of the poet (procreation)

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  20. multiplemichael

    ——————————WORDS CHANNELED
    solitude in dark places
    and then the words attack
    words demanding to be brought to the surface
    the wooded undergrowth cannot contain them
    sexual incense burning—the smell of the pubis
    the good and the bad are thoroughly intertwined

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  21. multiplemichael

    male genitals with Pentecostal voices
    giant ten foot tall dongs
    ———-MELVILLE STANDS PROUD
    his famous book stuck up the secluded spot
    of every student studying literature
    ****posters of the beast hung in the bathroom of the pool hall

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      • multiplemichael

        —————————————–THE BRIDEGROOM
        —————————————–NEVER THE BRIDE
        simple answer: the persona of Christ
        the difficulty of following him—his gospel
        poets ponder his personal loneliness and isolation
        church fathers ponder his fulfillment in death
        ****the promise of union with God

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  22. multiplemichael

    ****you were seven years old
    and the Sunday School teacher told the class
    “re-erection equals resurrection”
    the same sentiment was written
    on the pool hall bathroom stall
    —in a more vulgar tone

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  23. multiplemichael

    the guys at the coffee shop were talking
    about medical masturbation (?)
    hungering desires
    lead to “UNDERNEATH YOURSELVES”
    people just fold up and turn to death
    stifled and white from the sham

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    • eatmorewords

      the ladies at the coffee shop were talking about celebrity deaths
      – rating them
      •how much did they cry?
      •did they like them?
      •had they seen their film
      heard their my music?

      reason for death:speculation
      death is waiting at the pool hall

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  24. multiplemichael

    YOU FORGOT YOUR PENCIL AND PAPER
    no two poets can agree how to escape
    ninety-nine percent of all poetry has been thrown away
    sometimes it is shoved in tailpipes
    I remember that you had special Christmas dreams
    stuffing your words in the tailpipe of Elvis Presley
    ****your chatter at the table angered Dad’s nervous malady

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  25. multiplemichael

    pillowcase dreams about the applause
    INTELLIGENT APPLAUSE
    not the cheering and stamping of the pool hall
    not the wearing of an octopus as a hat
    contemporary poetry
    outspoken by the tailpipes of Elvis Presley

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    • eatmorewords

      the applause was lost in the roll of thunder cracking open the sky
      a raw wound

      the daily horoscope were cut and pasted from a year ago

      flarf and assorted mumbo jumbo

      a pocket full of vouchers from cheap food and discounted shoes

      in 1974 the sun shone down and glistened & reflected of Elvis’s rhinestone suit –
      people reported a kaleidoscope of colours
      ethereal light shining
      some report ailments had vanished
      the lame walked
      tumours gone

      CTRL ALT DELETE
      CTRL ALT DELETE
      CTRL ALT DELETE

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  26. multiplemichael

    I often think about when Father put a gun to your head
    and told you to redefine every minute of your future
    he cared nothing for philosophy or entertainment
    he was trying to force you to evaluate
    your inner worth
    ****outer manifestation of inner worth

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    • eatmorewords

      the inner worth was sold for a penny an inch
      memories filed under headings:
      •first album
      •grazed knee
      •cloud of death
      •the teeth of dead leader
      •skin
      • her and / she

      all to aid the memory

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        I ALWAYS PONDER HOW ONE MEASURES AN INCH
        ———–WHAT SIZE IS AN INCH ?———————-
        astronomers searching for a flaw
        interior space behind the belly button
        the place before trees and grass
        servants there and servants here
        instructions to remain
        behind the camouflage
        originality
        please don’t show your face

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        size is relative and the number don’t alway add up
        inch on inch becomes a mile
        to be seen from space was her dream –
        – the thicket below the belly button the camouflage along her fuselage-
        – hidden below the main subject
        the comments are for the explorers
        off the beaten track
        birthday cards from your father

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      • multiplemichael

        birthday cards from your father
        and other desperadoes
        adopted aliases
        multiple identities
        slickers
        ——————————-polka-dancing
        a real “harpooner” with the lady folks
        gallons of seed deposited
        the fancy ones had nicknames

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      • multiplemichael

        MUHAMMAD ALI NEVER SOLD ANYTHING BY THE INCH
        He has been dismantled and packed away
        moist mud turned dry
        squadrons of pigeons released
        to entertain Japanese tourists

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    current misconceptions about poets
    a tiny shelf in a bookstore
    with books of primitive poetry
    paper with all the color
    boiled out
    I TOLD THEM THAT YOU HAD POKED PROFESSORS
    THAT YOU HAD POKED OTHER GUARDIANS OF LITERATURE

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    between World Wars or after World Wars
    the 13ft Fork will be used
    to remove the rubble of sentences
    to build the New Jerusalem
    a city free of historical poetry
    heirs of the past will be refused entrance

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    • eatmorewords

      refused entrance at the night club
      – turned tail
      all signs point to the pool room
      jive talking bohemians creating a new lexicon
      – the first brick of Babel was stolen from the library
      – left a hole to look through

      where is your passport?
      show the Otis man you Id

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      • multiplemichael

        Otis Man at his truck
        ———–if only his work might be more palatable
        a bitten tongue and a funky big toe
        fond characterizations of his wife
        and her apples—DNA straight from Genesis
        ****Adam thought, “check out them apples”

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        it only works at night
        it only works at night

        daylight shakes
        apple cores never eaten discarded like chicken bones

        the dizzy NASCAR man looking for equilibrium

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    • eatmorewords

      bonfire flarf
      mattress flarf
      scarecrow flarf
      keep the home fires burning
      we’ll use their words

      footfall at the poetry stand

      awake for 156hrs when the finishing line became visible

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  29. multiplemichael

    snag one little point
    ————————————Daniel Libeskind
    7000 phone calls—conversations
    immediate and often unexpected
    spinning spiel baby bird
    achievements that have gone before
    residues on the cutlery
    motivations—pervasive influences
    the baton passed in the dark
    YES—-THAT WAS ME !!!

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  30. multiplemichael

    HOPE FOR AN UNDERSTANDING
    employees at the cutlery factory printed those words
    on folded paper for the wish box at Christmas
    the lack of sufficient information killed the cat
    suitcases full of incomprehensible prose
    words that looked like cabbages—zucchini dongs
    afternoons full of static on the radio
    reversals of direction
    naked afterthoughts

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    • eatmorewords

      don’t rush into it
      or your’ll only have to extricate yourself from it
      helicopter rescue
      for one
      ITS BEEN A PRETTY MISERABLE

      DAY ROUND HERE
      cash: hand out
      money likes to escape from my hand
      in a pocket inside
      a puppets stomach

      I CAN TALK WITH MY HANDS
      I TALK WITH MY HANDS

      – that famous writer you used to love
      I burnt his words the other night
      no fireman with hoses or
      red vans with ringing bells to
      wake the town

      there is alarm here

      ————————————-

      •1970s safety awareness film
      •meat and circling flies
      •tripping on loose paving stone
      •stay off the moors

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      • multiplemichael

        DRIFTING IN THE CLOUDS
        storybook—in the bedroom sleeping
        any rescue requires rehearsal
        words become legal
        one says this and later that
        one says that and later this
        relatives with lethal anecdotes
        relatives with mold inside their ears
        dead lichen and dust down deep
        granted they speak but never listen

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      • multiplemichael

        who knew the rescue would be crowded with clouds ?
        often we fail those in their direst hour
        help can never be soon enough
        —————————-(+)———
        burning words
        old words already eaten away by worms
        not freshly scrawled words
        I pray
        the ink smells like pistachios
        ****please remove the Christian Pipings from your trousers

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        help requested
        Morse code translated
        good intentions picked up by dirty hands
        smoke signals from the reservation blown away in the breeze
        or lost in translation

        help us always on its way

        the trousers were removed and burnt

        follow the trail of pistachio shells

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  31. multiplemichael

    POETRY ABOUT A CLIPPED BIRD
    a master technician
    from OTIS
    one testicle was a reptile egg
    one testicle was a billiard ball
    small constricted pouch
    HIS LIFE NOT BEING A NOVEL
    and yet it had a novel’s progression
    escalators and elevators
    the feet saved flashbacks
    expressive silent steps

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  32. multiplemichael

    the cigar girl said,
    “underscoring, annotating, marginal comments
    ———that’s what makes modern poetry”
    I was thinking criticism and chastening
    revelation and sodomy
    unpredictable behavior
    being kept off balance
    ****poets in green jackets playing golf on black sand

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  33. multiplemichael

    IRRITABLE WITH THE SURROGATE HUSBAND
    asking for
    an open invitation to explore his lower parts
    not
    as simple as playing the piano
    physical intimacy with other humans
    bawdy pillow talk
    ****smuggling a tobacco pipe into Heaven
    Moby Dick (a spouting fish)
    hardly
    a fish

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    • eatmorewords

      piano keys and door keys that scratch car doors
      names carved into trees to declare you once existed

      did you RSVP to the invitation?

      harpooned the meat and store it ice

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      • multiplemichael

        MASTURBATORY SCENARIOS should replace
        the need to scratch automobile doors
        adaptive relatives and friends
        to assist the sexual imagination
        xxx dictionaries if necessary
        sexual fodder—dead or alive

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      • multiplemichael

        HARPOONED THE MEAT
        and everyone in the village had their fill
        the bridegroom had no idea
        that his sex life would evolve
        EROSION
        that his sex life would become a mudslide
        UNWILLINGNESS AND BOREDOM
        would turn intense desire into intense revulsion

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  34. multiplemichael

    I saw you outside with the flashlight
    YES, there are limitations to scientific knowledge
    ——————————Biblical Echoes
    the impossibility of achieving certainty
    childlike perception in the grasp of the flashlight
    hugged up tightly that bridegroom
    wolfish ways in a savage land
    toils, trials, tribulations
    renegades and castaways
    sentences in the bathroom
    paragraphs in the stall
    blocks of blackness in Dark Town
    a bold tomahawk makes a man
    would-be poets cover their holes

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  35. multiplemichael

    ONCE THE INITIAL SHOCK AND EMBARRASSMENT WORE OFF
    THE HONEYMOON BUMPY ROUGH RIDE BEGAN
    HE PRAYED THAT THE WAND WOULD SLIP IN UNOBSERVED
    “SLIPPED IN UNOBSERVED” what a pleasant thought
    BUT LIKE A GIANT EGG-MAN ON A WALL
    THINGS DIDN’T HOLD UP AS PLANNED

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  36. multiplemichael

    with the burden of being a man
    why do we reside inside ourselves ?
    we sleep with the spoons and forks
    a link in the fleshly chain
    we sleep with the broom and the dust pan
    having grown cold-hearted and worn
    WE HAVE ENDURED TOO MUCH TOO OFTEN
    ———————–AUTO-INTOXICATION———–
    who was famous for saying
    “I can see but not touch” ?
    romantically broken
    each new Adam
    each new Eve

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  37. multiplemichael

    photographs of the resuscitation of Johnny Boy
    over the side of the Ark
    inside the Leviathan
    one silent minute to smoke
    a pipe
    and
    swallow
    a sip of strong tea
    one minute to liberate his mind
    to be free of the fear
    ****the shadowy background always in sight

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    • multiplemichael

      pulled from the inside of the creature
      Johnny Boy concerned
      “what has he missed during his dormancy ?”
      relatives chase and retrieve what is thrown their way
      the summertime wife has turned to late fall
      her alphabet on the pillow and the shower floor

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        hibernation inside fur
        the entrails hung out of every open pore
        trails left like snails

        the winter time thaw &
        spring time clean reveals things that were lost and buried

        her wedding dress at the pawn shop, the ripped knee of her jeans

        “For richer or poorer” he reminded her daily,”For richer or poorer”

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      • multiplemichael

        HIBERNATION: A HOBBY INVOLVING A SKELETAL BARGE
        ———————————————————————————–
        a room full of men with hairy stalks
        slender little tongues exercising
        poetry with a cranium crust
        daddy quoted from the system of whatnot
        word after word—spreaders and interceptors
        closing the eyes and listening
        ————————————-
        hiding in a small room
        and dropping a load
        (the commode smiles as it swallows)

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      • eatmorewords

        hairy men at the lodge
        dead animal head on the wall
        trophies like brides
        daddies diaries* seemed to miss some days
        blank pages leading to rumour and speculation

        *i remember the day my parents were revealed as soviet spies

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      • multiplemichael

        UNJUSTLY ACCUSED OF BEING SOVIET SPIES—FORENSICALLY
        how does one not differentiate between us and them ?
        bickering about a missing bomb or two
        bickering about the shaving mirror
        and her personal gash
        Elizabethan hairs
        like a monkey
        a demonic
        monkey

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      • eatmorewords

        the clues were there
        – smell of cabbage
        – fur hats in the hatstand
        – sleep taking in Cyrillic
        – everyone being called comrade
        they stored their secrets in biscuit jars and buried them with the potatoes –

        the only monkey they knew was sent into space

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      • multiplemichael

        jars from the sanatorium
        spoons with portraits of Mozart
        portrayals and betrayals
        scissory sharp questions
        about how much you knew
        the sound of swivels late at night
        illicit dialogue between strangers
        tiptoes into the bathroom
        accordion-like noises
        possibly alien mathematics
        expertise at nervous torment
        the word “Casablanca”
        written on your report card
        seems preoccupied
        with personal hygiene
        often asks if it is possible
        to irrigate the body internally

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      • eatmorewords

        Casablanca associated with piano and Nazis – of all the places in all the world –
        upside down portraits in spoon reflections
        sharp questions
        the sound of the factory at night
        WHAT ARE THEY MAKING THERE?
        WHAT ARE THEY MAKING THERE?

        multiple Michael projected imagery across three cities

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      • multiplemichael

        catching a plane to toss a ____
        a hard-boiled ____
        a bomb with a skin
        and a wardrobe
        the corpse
        inside
        ——————————–soviet spies as parents
        with extinction in the back of educated minds
        with extinction in the back of their minds
        a gaping grave for us all

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      • eatmorewords

        we can all fill in the blanks but the narrative will change
        – the motive
        the motivation to veer from the path*
        (they know how the corpse got inside;
        they numbered the skeletons under the bed
        amongst the dust)

        *were they double agents? playing both ends off?
        – never extinct
        just missing for a while

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      • multiplemichael

        THE FABRIC THREADS OF HIBERNATION
        ———————————————————–
        trousers from curtains
        trousers from a tapestry
        uneducated cloth
        ****exaggeration-prone

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    • eatmorewords

      a generalised character
      amalgamation of a five photofits
      a police line up –
      Dillingers chin
      the eyes of suspect #4
      eruption and the aftermath of fallen factories

      – constant click bait kills the mouse

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  38. multiplemichael

    A CHRISTMAS CARD WITH A ROW OF PRISONERS
    LIKE A ROBERT FROST POEM
    WHEN WILL THE RIFLE FIRE ?
    short-circuiting on the honeymoon
    well-laid plans gone wrong (awry)
    ricocheting sperms
    jism on the lampshade
    8000 cigarette burns on the nightstand
    the smell of the oil refinery
    the sound of bowling pins
    flashing lights from the complaint board
    legitimate and illegitimate children
    naked in the knee-deep pool
    one twelve o’clock and three midnights

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    • eatmorewords

      view of headboard getting closer then moving away
      lose change next to the Gideon
      loose wires
      her circuits were fizzing
      best laid plans of mice and men lost in time
      – ed gein lampshades of indiscriminate origin cast tattoo shadows –
      clatter of pins & the balls at the pool hall
      – chalked the tip
      wet the rim
      the lady at reception knew it was fake name

      the broken clock is right twice a day

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  39. multiplemichael

    comment after comment–masturbative jabber
    educated and dexterous
    peppered with roach dung
    my crime—I asked where the electricity came from
    that powered their electric toys
    fire feeds color to black and white

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    • eatmorewords

      the nervous cleaner at the hotel
      not sure of what lurked behind the door
      (it was just dirty sheets and embarrassment)

      – a leaflet in the lobby advising of local attractions*

      *no mention of the Jazz men of dark town

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      • multiplemichael

        —BACKPEDALING IN THE BEDROOM
        —(SHE) TIPTOEING TO TAKE A PEE
        a small number of people fascinated
        by honeymoon phenomena
        scientific pressures and jism trails
        rural activities—Appalachian “Dung Frolic”
        followed by “giraffe necking”
        NOT POLITICALLY INCORRECT
        BUT, CHEAP WHISKEY INCORRECT

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      • multiplemichael

        and then the lady at the front desk said,
        “traditional narrative is dead”
        as she examined my ID with microscopic intensity
        I left the sexual persuasion question blank

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  40. multiplemichael

    mischievous children
    carry the keys of language
    slabs of nameless graves
    sleep outside the front door
    geometrical demons
    haunt poets
    with rudiments of architecture
    ****architecture swerving

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    • eatmorewords

      architectural frustrations
      20years of schooling and they won’t let you built a cabin
      – wasted time with blueprints of slanted roofs and south facing gardens –
      – the strange lights in Kentucky haunted the skyline
      – the photographs you took were fuzzy and out of focus
      – you tried to recreate the scene with mashed potato*

      *close encounters

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    • multiplemichael

      ———what about the retention of the copyright ?
      a pungent smell of satire
      windbags in the soup kitchen
      mischievous children trained with candy
      images of Sputnik on nameless graves
      higher mathematics with biblical overtones
      seeds stuck in flawed tubes
      the bulk of pilgrims
      just leg jelly

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      • eatmorewords

        all words are free
        the copyright is based on how they are strung together –
        – my lawyers are checking the small print –
        the waft of cabbage from the kitchen,
        a table in fire
        – ration book vouchers expired

        the Sputnik factory, empty
        except for children in the corners

        what would Jesus say?

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  41. multiplemichael

    the clink of ice cubes in a cocktail glass
    children struggle to remain afloat
    every rope becomes a noose
    they escape
    but gravity
    rules
    question not
    the length of robe
    transvestites maniacally printing your name
    the letters of your name —flapping wings

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    • eatmorewords

      ice dissolves and is gone
      glasses from sand
      knife and sword and heavy gravity
      – the letters of my name are not unique they can be found in the small print of all things –
      flapping wings*

      *if man was to fly he’d need wings and a chest 15foot wide

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      • multiplemichael

        the letters of any name may not be unique
        however, cunning and unscrupulous letters
        crafty letters devised to attain a particular end
        poets love to hammer things home
        bizarre experiments with practitioners of JOHNNY
        ———————idols of the cave
        human eyes lead to errors of judgment
        ape-identifying contests
        theatrical performances
        around the camp fire

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      • eatmorewords

        letters that appear ghost written in the sky
        one replaces another
        meat
        meet
        hidden in the open
        words with no sounds
        – a harsh K and long pauses

        words left in the embers of last nights fire

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      • multiplemichael

        the wealth and comfort in your education
        ———is that the campfire we speak of ?
        the other apes would bluster and brag
        glory to the insult
        glory to the knee injury
        a simple scrape that would fester
        and ramify your future

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      • multiplemichael

        no poetry in the Leviathan Book of Algebra
        well-intentioned puritan math gone modern
        the bridegroom says
        “I’ve laid out my penis but no one can jump over it”
        muddled explanations—puzzling excuses

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      • multiplemichael

        richer or poorer
        counterparts from the pool hall
        playwright—no
        novelist—no
        Russian spy—yes
        hidden drawings of subterranean pleasure
        ****an uneasiness (no sweeter suffering)

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      • eatmorewords

        selected the counterparts
        a counterpoint at the start
        – the spies debriefed by the detectives
        a thousand lies told to cover a thousand lies
        – the covers exposed
        double names
        identity times 2

        Multiple M surround by boxes of words
        attempts to fold them up
        pack them away

        the non-combatant in the war of words – silent and mute

        (powerless mouth)

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      • multiplemichael

        300 cryptologists in the front yard
        perhaps today they will break the code
        cemetery pants on Jagger
        the inch of soil holding him down
        the openness of his shallow grave
        has Robert Frost in a froth

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      • multiplemichael

        I KEPT TELLING THE SPY
        THAT HIS GIRLFRIEND WAS PREPUBESCENT
        “YOU’VE TOLD A 1000 LIES AND NOW YOU’RE LAYING ANOTHER EGG”
        I THOUGHT TO MYSELF—‘honey, if they made a pill for unreachableness
        I would make you swallow a handful”

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      • multiplemichael

        sources of contamination
        the king of poetry: solitary indulgence
        sexual gymnastics—misconduct
        without diplomas
        =============
        versemakers in debt with no resuscitation
        the full bellows of others
        they sleep sound

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      • multiplemichael

        PSYCHIC WOUNDS IN INFANCY
        REPRESSIONS AND WOES FROM YOUTH
        RETALIATORY THOUGHTS FROM A SKINNED KNEE
        ————————–confrontation leads to poetry
        your head being interpretation central

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      • multiplemichael

        —————FAMILY PORTRAIT—————-
        not the minus eyes
        rather the extra eye
        camera snapped image
        blow-up after blow-up
        detail daddy
        **** I counted nine

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      • eatmorewords

        nine eyes but three heads –
        but maths always needs to balance up
        – the portrait with the extra shadow
        – the Census figures revealed more people than expected
        – couldn’t count it all on two bands

        detail daddy
        devil in the details

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      • multiplemichael

        unperceived debt
        and debt customarily seen
        riddling poetry about soviet spies
        half-closed eyes on a rather small pony
        enlarging lenses of binoculars
        like Hollywood upside down
        ====================
        I know you tried to hook me up
        with Marianne Moore and Elizabeth Bishop
        I thank you dearly—such exemplars of the first order
        “birch white flesh to the broken halves
        and there just a touch of pink”
        sorry to say that the opening was cramped and dry
        I swear I could smell Robert Frost in the roof of hair

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      • multiplemichael

        =================================================================================================================================================================================================================dreams of poets counting their money out of the presence of women

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        gestures and facial expressions on paper money
        clenched hands in the latrine
        frozen thoughts
        time for layered study
        an extra zero
        did you print an extra zero ?

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      • eatmorewords

        paper money looks nice
        holding it is like being there but it’s ultimately worthless
        – the extra zero confused the system
        – the concept on zero, the theory of nothing – a walk through the numbers, a forest of signs

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        I explored the limits of a promised maybe
        got lost amongst the trash cans and abandoned cars –
        a repressed longing
        a weakness

        I asked for change at the exit
        I asked to see the manager who laughed in my face

        an invisible voice from the tannoy screamed “YOU HAVE COME THIS FAR
        TURN BACK NOW
        TURN BACK NOW”

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      • multiplemichael

        ——THE SIGN SAID “SORRY BUT PROSE IS NOT POETRY”———
        not being immune I cried
        having entered LIFE
        one way
        no escape
        no return
        prose paragraphs sleeping on the bed
        poet under the bed thinking about experimental sex
        airlines keep calling offering free flight and coffee
        absurdists fly and drink for free
        ****monastic life with an experimental frisky hand

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      • multiplemichael

        —————————-THE PROMISED MAYBE
        what is the nearest approach ?
        look down for human footprints
        humans make human footprints
        they often go opposite the past
        stay clear of the past
        little there but poverty and shame
        time for you to take back what was yours
        THINK HOW MANY EYELASHES GOD MAKES IN A DAY

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        womb like and hiding
        7000 private detectives
        trying to locate the Civil Rights Movement
        not at the Newport Jazz Festival
        not at the Duke Ellington Beauty Salon
        musicians of the blue notes
        pockets of remorse and melancholy
        Nat Cole talking color restrictions
        Sidney Poitier trying to sell dark glasses
        city glasses—rural glasses
        a suitcase with thighs
        “It talks trash”

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      • eatmorewords

        Sidney Poitier wasn’t the first black man –
        the jazz men at the festival knew this – the blue notes disappeared amongst the low clouds –
        people were just footnotes in the unread books –
        the queue at the pharmacy
        everyone wants the same drugs
        – hiding behind dark glasses (it’s midday and raining) –

        the message drifted over the short wave radios IF THEY MOVE KILL THEM
        KILL THEM
        IF THEY MOVE

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      • multiplemichael

        semi-barbaric poetry in a shoebox
        the advantages of education
        constantly new urges
        unhappy thoughts maybe
        pages from a chronicler’s life
        each poem an embryo
        words with the wrong size feet

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      • eatmorewords

        THEY HAVE FOUND THE BLACK BOX THEY HAVE FOUND THE BLACK BOX – decoding
        decoding – –
        last earthly message
        confused and muddled
        like
        teenage angst poetry
        shoebox memories –
        a final message of words spat out
        unconscious streams –
        TELL MY FAMILY I LOVE THEM

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      • multiplemichael

        OUTWORN—-OUTGROWN FAMILY
        literary materials out of reach
        ======================
        he was shaped to enter the tunnel
        rowdy and uninhibited
        a criminal egg
        created a poet
        to write poetry
        HE was an octopus-baby
        human size and proud
        (SHE was busy with a tide-flow—a feminine tide-flow)

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        outgrown…there was never a plan; you know
        blueprints
        scenarios
        the distance between two things
        angles, the plan was…
        the plan never discussed

        never to be outworn
        used and forgotten, best friend when you were 6
        haven’t thought about him in 22 years, like favourite toys stored away, two many homes in a short space of time,

        human size
        and all the things in between

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        painfully acknowledging the suppression and murder
        of a great human by CANCER
        a middle-aged boy-anarchist
        a cellmate in youth
        through the brown school waters
        through puberty worse than a Roman lion
        beyond identity and dissociation and numerous babies
        the rich father and the hungry mink-like varmints
        the booze bottle and the frisky wife

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  42. multiplemichael

    Johnny Boy on holiday in St Moritz
    puzzled by the motivations
    of relatives
    soviet performers as parents
    the morning roll-call of spies
    the play-acts of death
    the guns
    the knives
    pungent cruelty

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    • multiplemichael

      10 BOY SCOUTS IN A TENT—FEEDING FRENZY
      it would take a literary genius to write re-readable poetry
      to belong in the mainstream—to remain in the mainstream
      cocktail waitresses with nearly legal spider pills
      slowing down and suspending the foreplay
      women with handles on the sides
      Jell-O where Jell-O doesn’t belong
      humping-grunting-even standing up
      incidental pleasures

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        scouts and spider pills : an outrageous situation
        – BE PREPARED
        – a motto to live by, spider pill antidote carried in small glass phials

        10 Boy Scouts in a tent
        a horrendous stink from 10 farting arses
        NO VENTILATION

        brave experimentation leads to incidental pleasures

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      • eatmorewords

        mail order brides delivered in boxes with holes poked throwing them
        – delivered by strong postman carrying them down the path as the neighbours dog barks

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        once we incorporate the body of Christ
        there is no need for mail-order brides
        Noah was a clever remnant
        the person delivering the mail
        not so much
        Russians dream of tearing The Tree of Life
        limb by limb—-the arms and legs
        of poor souls trying to cross a border
        trying to locate the bones of Moses
        dyings and risings by the truckload
        genuine rewriting—the nature of words
        forgetting and reinventing—-sex out of sight
        Eve with her single disobedience
        difficult to keep crotch rotation secret
        an altered vagina with benefits
        grazing relatives and herders
        distortions began with mislabeling

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        mail order noah
        comes with free nails and instructions
        sold as seen – (28 days to return if not happy with order) –

        Russian brides use the bark from the tree of life to floss their teeth

        – Nikola Tesla disliked fat woman – to much meat, interference with his experiments

        – strange static (a smell like cooking bacon) – distortions on the printouts

        confusion at the laboratory

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      • multiplemichael

        WHEN THEY PLACED NOAH’S FACE ON COINS
        IT WASN’T TO REPRESENT HOPE FOR THE FUTURE
        IT WAS TO REPRESENT GRIEF FOR THE PAST
        ****religious depopulation—a persistent itch

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      • eatmorewords

        it was worthless
        those coins
        Noah’s etched face, right profile
        – his grief from the past sunk like his ark

        rich men in submarines submerged searching for his treasures
        his splinters
        his drowned grief

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      • multiplemichael

        the play-acts of death to produce the play-act feeling
        —————-pure pagan joy———————-
        high-stepping like the expensive horse
        high-stepping towards the unattainable
        squeezed between Mick Jagger
        and his huge tombstone
        “I’m not dead yet”
        ****the journey was fair but now—GOOD LORD, THE ARRIVAL

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      • eatmorewords

        “I AM NOT DEAD YET BUT I HAVE BEEN HEADING THAT WAY SINCE BIRTH”

        its all a journey
        Jagger and his compass looking for truth north
        always looking for true north but lost in a world of magnets and late running trains

        the english curse

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      • eatmorewords

        a few dabs of the secret powder
        up all night with visions
        – an attempt to redress the imbalance
        – we all know someone who’s has erased the facts

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      • multiplemichael

        redress the glossary of taboo thoughts
        the gradient from flaccid to erect
        is ridiculously steep
        moral fiber long gone
        the pillow flat
        nailing the windows shut
        is it necessary or even desirable ?
        a line of salt in front of the door entrance
        discarded sex symbols by the oak tree
        masks from the poisonous jungle
        half-baked vagina lips
        and phallic noses

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      • eatmorewords

        steep gradients where the brave breath in the view
        at the the summit
        at the opening
        the sound of the waterfall

        1960s sex symbol is laughably ugly these days – heavy set thighs
        – heavy hair –

        phallic camera lenses catch the filth

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    • eatmorewords

      people who can read and those that can draw
      the schematics of library
      the secret room
      the book that was never lent
      overdue books carry substantial fines
      a handgun in a bag

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  43. multiplemichael

    wake up next to a dough-like body
    silent thoughts of “purpose imposed”
    before the daily events of life
    after the daily events of life
    evil men sow but not seed
    black face religion people say
    “put it away”
    ****sprouting seed for sensation only

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  44. multiplemichael

    no cave dwelling for Lincoln
    self-dwelling
    a solar cone in his pocket
    so very significant in his form
    the true man never photographed
    =========================
    upright—an angel born twice
    he who slept with men
    and dreamed of Swedenborg

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  45. multiplemichael

    WITH ITS SINGLE SAD STORY
    JAZZ NECESSARY
    JAZZ UNNECESSARY
    ONCE EVOKED
    IT STARTS EACH NASCAR RACE
    MATHEMATICIANS UNDERSTAND
    GOLDEN NUMBERS BURNING ROCKET FUEL
    DIVIDED AND MULTIPLIED IN A CIRCLE
    CALCULATIONS BEGET CHILDREN AND PETS

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  46. multiplemichael

    each manifestation of the will
    each day calculated
    sadistic sketchy secondhand employment
    the faces of organic shame
    was sodomy on the plate ?
    ****the deepest recess not spoken of

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  47. multiplemichael

    talk of tight trousers
    and a Mick Jagger jacket
    rubdowns and wrestling
    mouthpieces all day long
    prehistoric workmates
    one kiss away
    one tiny inch in primeval
    prayers
    a bit bigger
    a bit longer

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    • eatmorewords

      Jagger and the zombies in tight jeans someone reckons he was frozen in a vault
      preserved like a pickle
      – cemetery strut at the edge of town
      buried in shallow grave
      one inch and he’ll surface

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      • multiplemichael

        a pickle covered with nuanced vocabulary
        a touch of mustard and subtle syntax
        a psychotherapist with a huge butt
        so large that she sits on a bench
        the poet fails the free-association test
        bits and pieces assembled mean nothing
        “definitive” analysis seems wasted on the poet
        ****material in question—curtain cloth turned into trousers

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      • multiplemichael

        just think, a Sumerian number zero
        with a super giant butt
        so large
        that she has to sit on a bench
        starts reciting strings of words
        ROBERT FROST steps in and says,
        “Her murmurs become the sound of nature
        like the waves of the ocean
        like the wind in the trees”

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      • multiplemichael

        THE WOULD-BE COMFORTERS
        FOR THE LIBRARY CLERK
        WHO WAS “LET GO”
        FOR WRITING ABOUT THE EMPTINESS
        OF WORDS
        ****Satan shall deprive words of substance
        ****speech will stop and become a whirlwind

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      • eatmorewords

        roll call at Leviathan
        – time for cleansing the system
        – “THE LET GO” shown the exit – no reason given – sins committed against the father?
        – stolen cutlery found hidden, secreted
        -INSUBORDIATION in the cafeteria
        – devil talk at the water cooler

        names scratched off lists
        the vanished

        inches under the soil

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      • multiplemichael

        THE DAY STARTS WITH DIALOGUE
        Leviathan tried to imitate the creativity of God
        spat out knives, forks, and spoons 24/7
        it was a grand old factory
        that employed half of England
        (the better half some say)
        a sign above the exit gate:
        “PROLONGED RESISTING PLEASURE IS EXQUISITE”
        not a single creature could decipher the message
        ==================================
        ==================================
        GUILT INAUGURATED
        stolen cutlery
        autoerotic acts in the latrine stalls
        rhetorical games at lunch
        cut-price romance
        contemplative sodomy

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      • eatmorewords

        from stolen cutlery the food always tastes better — worth the risk of theft
        the better half of England
        geographical biased some might say –
        the grand old factory amongst the satanic mills on this verdant land
        – a country with many names

        twice used toilet role
        the shame of others knowing

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  48. multiplemichael

    rumor has it that Robert Frost was born with ambiguous genitalia
    obsessed with tree leaves and blades of grass
    Jacqueline Kennedy called him Eleanor
    a good girl who asked permission to potty
    (a boy who dreamed of a Christmas clitoris)

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  49. multiplemichael

    —————information provided————
    ROBERT FROST never wrote anything
    about the church door being a vagina
    ————————————————–
    =============================
    keep eyes ahead
    the church is not without hair
    reproduction is fulltime overwork
    God thought of himself as being singularly inventive
    ****Satan said, “dogs do it….why not humans ?”

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  50. multiplemichael

    —————–imprisonment in the womb——–
    death laughs at the time-devouring worm
    human experience in demand
    the constant voyeurism
    love offers shade
    domesticated sex

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      • multiplemichael

        standing in the shadows of
        RHETORICAL FLIMFLAM
        flimflam is a cousin of flarf
        real orphaned poets
        fake orphaned poets
        an apologist is not a poet
        the ad in the paper:
        “semen for sale
        varying consistency”

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      • eatmorewords

        “semen for sale – no guarantees given. Will provide origin if required. 36hour delivery”

        £100 a deposits at the sperm bank

        I’ve thrown thousands away
        my curtains are worth more than me dead*

        *when I die
        don’t let them test the curtains

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  51. multiplemichael

    ———————————TERMITES OF TIME
    poets who love to force people to eat things
    that they wouldn’t normally consume
    your constant dream of borrowing the same book
    public transportation and borrowing that book
    humiliating sounds from the rectum
    kicking cheap paperbacks on the path
    old girlfriends like a frozen dinner or a can of soup
    cartoon-surreal-visionary jazz-bone near-untouched
    sniping other writers—that bastard Frost
    WHY WAS THE SOUP LADLE IN THE LATRINE ?

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    • eatmorewords

      the termites weakened the structure
      bit by bit
      slow erosion over time
      erasing the past
      erasing the words
      arm has fallen off the statue of the war hero
      you borrowed the book but never returned it (the fine is five figures)

      humiliating sounds from the rectum*

      the sniper on the rooftop

      *bum trumpet

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      • multiplemichael

        unpublished sounds from the rectum
        sorrow from a dry throat below
        whispers
        moving starkness
        girls walking on the street
        each one a hero
        life without an antidote
        Dark City cheap shoes

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  52. multiplemichael

    poetry to distract readers
    foreign languages
    never the mother tongue
    black thoughts from world war two
    mattress squeezed with the worst of taste
    obituary poetry—peculiarities at best
    obituary poetry—no innuendoes

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    • eatmorewords

      foreign languages and words with dots above them – I see a small y
      a reversed p –
      adopted child no mother tongue
      World War Two fighter piloted haunted her dreams
      a face in a mask
      part of an attempt at mass extinction
      not mentioned in an obituary
      – distracted by the cost of things in a country where the sales never end

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  53. multiplemichael

    the self-schooled poet
    the agony of penetrating insight
    to witness the unspeakable length
    feels like a mandolin
    ===============
    speaking of purification
    artistic purification is my obligation
    clown trousers
    that have outworn their relevance
    ****discredited Jagger jackets—anything Parisian

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    • eatmorewords

      conversely, Parisian clowns in Jagger jackets
      they strut and clap their hands
      strut and thrust like little red roosters
      – purified by custard pies in the face – licked off by backstage parasites

      sometime you have to do bad to do good

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      • multiplemichael

        CUSTARD PIES IN THE FACE
        custard pies have nothing to do with jigsaw puzzle pieces
        and yet late at night singing custard pies
        attract missing puzzle pieces
        brittle crust on the face from younger days
        chin hairs and clippings from the morgue
        thoughtless cruelty

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      • multiplemichael

        folk ballads about custard pies
        milkwhite flesh—milkwhite baby
        the deathbed is occupied
        please go outside
        tell a poet about the roughhewn edges
        a poet with an enlarged understanding
        the more lanterns at night
        the more the understanding

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    • eatmorewords

      fearless children
      feral in a world where people take photos of food –
      – a memory box of splinters and weathered pictures
      – the his
      & the hers
      – withered and fractures
      broken pottery in the kiln room – they made them feral

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  54. multiplemichael

    true north
    desire points
    evil genius poetry
    intelligence switched off
    with spontaneous overflow
    a snatch here a snatch there
    hermaphroditical crotch gloves
    eyes wanting to catch something shown

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    • eatmorewords

      there is no on/off switch for unconscious outpourings –
      overflowing river
      nothing suppressed
      just overflowing rhetoric

      we exist below the watermark

      these words will be here even if they’re not read

      I know they are there
      She knows

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      • multiplemichael

        I AM NOT THE FIRST PERSON TO PAY
        FOR THINGS THAT NEED BE SAID
        machines that seize upon small talk
        artificial systems that imitate Robert Frost
        little girl poetry and color book unicorns
        brides with on/off switches
        ————-you are left charged with expectations
        the stuff of ordinary life—confused anticipation
        ****a gold star for interior personal conviction

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  55. multiplemichael

    the woman with the rehearsed hair
    was knocking on the window
    “got matches need a smoke”
    would-be poets copied her words
    in neat little yellow journals
    burn, burning, burnt
    SHE became a perpetuation
    her lungs whispering grief
    her woman part being charred
    it was not from fire
    it was from something else

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    • eatmorewords

      in a dream she pulled her lungs out to avoid the cigarette smoke
      (breasts for pillows)
      no-one can copy words
      but you can copy the order
      – TO BE BLACK IN TODAYS AMERICA
      – burnt her journal
      it was something else, just to watch it all burn
      – tempted to steal someone’s words

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  56. multiplemichael

    all those people who “loved” things
    standing in a circle in the background
    their keys in their hands ready to transport
    white poets across from Dark Town
    dying unrecognized

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  57. multiplemichael

    REAL POETS TORTURE OTHER POETS
    —————-no reasonable alternative
    each night
    curtains descend to hide the last word of the day
    ****your father, “I shall be obeyed”

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  58. multiplemichael

    to determine how the readers have gone wrong
    ====================================
    what error may be the oddest and most debilitating ?
    too many voices in a small area
    an echo from the church
    direct proportions
    strangers in the bathroom
    critical stares at the worm
    helpful head gloss
    tight-knit underwear
    a finger first

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  59. multiplemichael

    —————–the really big question
    HAS YOUR INNOCENCE BEEN RECREATED ?
    your life like freight going night and day
    childhood images weaved into the passing landscape
    narcotic sodomy in a grove of junipers
    hitchhiking holy hoboes without shame
    happy-go-lucky smells at the truck stop
    strange fruits that calm the rage of man

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    • eatmorewords

      whitewashing everything in a futile attempt to recreate innocence
      – the garden of Eden as metaphor
      – overgrown now,
      weeds climbing, rusting supermarket trolleys, abandoned and aghast
      knee high grass,
      trees that bear no fruit, rotting and rotted,
      a landscape like a war zone
      the rage of man caught in the jet stream of modernity

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      • multiplemichael

        RAGE FROZEN IN TIME or RAGE FLUID IN MOTION
        simple deciphering—narration with no speed bumps
        dirty ragdolls arranged across the path of communication
        salvaging and rendering—ignored parts with odd hair
        vulva flaps once pink and vibrant
        gray with callous

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  60. multiplemichael

    ——–LOVEMAKING WEAPONS————
    dirty ragdolls tempered in different heats
    inner edges irritated by a persistent rub
    sea-mouth there in the dim light
    feminine and masculine oral butter
    SHE was looking at my pee-hole
    it was universal—just squeeze it

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  61. multiplemichael

    —————————-a family of ragpickers went through your
    underwear drawer and didn’t take anything
    SHE had everything—the priceless treasures
    the gems, the jewels, even your pocket change
    SHE was the accumulation of thousands of years
    ****impossible to count the skeletons in the cloacal area

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  62. multiplemichael

    ————————————–THAT SOUND
    you thought it was a flag on a pole outside
    it was actually the skins of day and night
    tied to a wire fence
    the breeze of reality
    whipping about
    ****it is all about fire and brimstone, baby

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    • eatmorewords

      the fence always raised questions
      was there to keep someone out or something in?
      – wooden fence, splinters
      electric fence buzzing
      barbed wire across the battlefield
      – I remember the day when the tanks rolled in

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  63. multiplemichael

    TANKS THAT IGNITED THE CONSCIOUSNESS
    settling for neither mush nor surrender
    lesser poets smoked improvisation
    more mature word-wardens assimilated simultaneous occurrences
    displacements of romance with daredevil weapons
    the true expressive power of the penis
    a functional man-horn not a decorative spout
    wavering back and forth—heroic globs of jism

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  64. multiplemichael

    RESULTS IN A SERIES OF GEOMETRICAL CELLS
    responses from one end of a penis to the other
    extending poetry
    leaving something out
    adding something
    jazzing up the tempo
    ————————the narrow road to Adam’s destination
    the soft chubby terrain
    the shadows
    the lower road
    the gate that laughs at any failure
    ———————–outside
    the clop of shod hooves
    the rattling of the wagons
    Good Lord, the lint-pickers are here

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  65. multiplemichael

    HEARTBREAKING POETRY ABOUT FORBIDDEN LOVE
    a blackening cummerbund of bruises left by the uneducated
    words bouncing about as if in a bad automobile wreck
    lips spitting words never spoken
    “don’t make me read in public”
    ****the beautiful flower dragged in the dirt by lust
    a favorite teammate consumed with ego addiction
    mathematical precision and a quick tongue
    the guys on the bench—muscular male thighs
    “he asked me to rub him off—it wasn’t stiff but it left a quart”

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  66. multiplemichael

    LOOKING FOR A PSYCHOPATH ?
    ask any cabdriver or motel clerk
    hungry for an emotional response ?
    sniff their underarms
    men love to be victimized
    poets love to be victimizers
    —————unsafe conditions in romance
    songs on the radio about unsafe loving conditions
    alternative coffee poured down innocent throats
    sensitivity to rubber dongs
    the itch never goes away
    just the memory

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    • eatmorewords

      internal affairs and personal thoughts filtered through a sense of realism
      she told me there was a time and place for spontaneity
      – a black lung exposed in X-rays
      full ashtrays at the interrogation

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      • multiplemichael

        FULL ASHTRAYS AT THE INTERROGATION
        endless questions about the night at the motel
        wrestling intercourse
        not the Jacob and the angel of God type of wrestling
        a more sportive type of wrestling
        where the weaker man gets the bone

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      • multiplemichael

        ASHTRAY LUNGS———–the sound ?
        or the globs of spit-up ?
        tolerance to ashtray lungs
        martyrs of the smoke
        middleclass coughs—middleclass thoughts
        ammunition to the arsenal
        (excremental metaphors)

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      • eatmorewords

        breathing smoke with breath stinking of decay
        coughing up from rattling lungs
        globules spat out black bloodied tar –
        substitutions, pen in mouth
        – she took his pulse
        vein throbbed
        erect and aroused, tongue in ear
        – middle class angst
        middle class man pays detective to spy on spouse

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      • multiplemichael

        ——————————I———————-
        —————————–AM——————-
        —————————–ONLY—————
        —————————–SAYING————
        “I WOULD RATHER PAY HER BOYFRIEND TO BABYSIT HER
        THAN HAVE SOME DICK-WEED DETECTIVE
        LOOKING AT MY HONEYPIE”

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      • eatmorewords

        honeypie, she was laying on
        the bed, damp patch
        rising in the corner, jeans crumpled on the floor
        – honeypie, let me inside you
        a finger at a time
        look out the window at the church spire
        – been here before
        so don’t get excited

        her leather suitcase looked like an old dog at the door

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      • multiplemichael

        the lady at the coffee counter
        says that SHE can no longer
        call up the young men
        that briefly touched
        her privates
        the chatter slowed down
        eyes watching fleas jump

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      • eatmorewords

        no satisfaction with young bucks
        – forget their touch
        boastful diary entries
        private words
        public acts
        – we are all spectators in this flea circus
        spectators connected to machines in expensive trainers
        branded and briefly touched

        no coffee for me
        I’m a tea man

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      • multiplemichael

        MICK JAGGER IN SANSABELT SLACKS AND PUFFED SLEEVES
        his DNA flying through space
        someday he would FATHER some distant planet
        the loveliness of his penis attached to each man
        females blessed with giant pudgy lips
        children wheezing out rock and roll hits
        ****happiness incomplete—life without hard purpose

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      • eatmorewords

        Jagger DNA fired into the firmament to be discovered a 1000 years from now
        Jagger DNA frozen in a solo
        – Jagger dressing like a golfer strutting across the fairways
        HOLE IN ONE
        ONE IN THE HOLE
        – a chorus he was to scared to sing

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  67. multiplemichael

    I have heard it said that you are afraid to discuss
    early food sharing or the division of subsistence labor
    kin or non-kin, SHE wasn’t in love with you
    you were just a hominid in a family of hominids
    your words of affection were just misplaced currency

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    • eatmorewords

      ( delays in response
      days of silence )

      afraid to discuss the details
      in depth – the devil in the detail (the clown in the trousers)
      – an agreed relationship of trust, a relationship of command, dominate figure in the shadows
      – food given as currency
      loose change in pool hall pockets
      – internal relationships along kinship lines
      ape begat ape
      man begat man

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  68. multiplemichael

    heterosexually acceptable forms
    of homosexual contact
    do not involve the entry
    of one man by the other
    NO KISSING
    horseplay at the pool hall
    with a good deal of latitude
    ****any sport involving an athletic support

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  69. multiplemichael

    the last ripple in your underwear
    has been smoothed away
    mask and script in hand
    “THE SELF SO TAUGHT”
    proportioned passion in the new world
    ****your mother formed your personality…
    school destroyed it

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  70. multiplemichael

    people call your house
    and complain that you’re becoming transparent
    that you and your immediate environment
    resemble a photograph
    your life is a crowded street
    you with your script and mask
    why do you carry tokens ?

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  71. multiplemichael

    people call your house
    and complain that your emotions
    are like notes in some looney-bin jazz tune
    a wild ape plucking strings
    a wild horse tooting a horn
    you are showing way too much edge
    ****A WEAR THIN EUROPEAN ?

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    • eatmorewords

      cauterized the surroundings parts
      while the others become weathered
      – they knock at my door offering salvation
      – pizza menus hang from a letterbox like a monsters tongue
      – they complaint about the noise at the Curie house, the 2am light shows, how all visitors left with bulges under skin
      boils, lesions
      – hairy ape hitting the jazz scene
      straight jacket raps
      no confusion at the big house

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  72. multiplemichael

    POETRY CLARIFYING THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN BACKROOMS
    AT SUNDAY SCHOOL AND STALLS AT THE TRUCK STOP LATRINE
    MEMORIES LACKING WITNESSES
    PHYSICAL EVIDENCE WASHED AWAY
    QUICK SHOWERS AT THE PAY-AS-YOU-GO
    A PERPETRATOR OF POVERTY
    STOLEN SHERLOCK HOLMES SOCKS
    OVERBURDENED UNDERWEAR
    DREAMS ABOUT GUNSHOT RESIDUE
    MODERN ART WITH BLOOD SPLATTERS
    FORENSIC FOREPLAY
    MALES DON’T MIND
    A LITTLE ROUGH

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  73. multiplemichael

    PEOPLE ON THE TELEVISION ALL DAY
    WEARING TWENTY OR THIRTY PURPLE SHIRTS
    EACH ONE SAYING, “I AM A PERSON AND I’M SICK OF THIS”
    ENDLESS NIGHTMARES EVERY INCH OF THE WORLD
    FREAKISH AND PHONY—NOT A SINGLE HONEST FACE

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  74. multiplemichael

    not sure of this encounter
    meeting someone
    face to face
    repetitive and inane
    “evangelist boy”
    praying real-life anguish
    seeking new avenues for rewards
    not old man activity
    SOMETHING
    rapid-fire and rough

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  75. multiplemichael

    AVOID POETRY where you might intrude
    on private conversations
    bruised and beaten—run away
    abused and mistreated—run away
    sleep with an umbrella in your hand
    abandoned cigarettes under your head
    they say, “don’t stay in one place too long”

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    • eatmorewords

      keep moving
      keep moving
      a rolling stone gathers
      no moss but dust gathers in the folds of skin – cigarettes sold in singles –
      – umbrellas with a poisoned tip
      a dead spy on foreign soil with 16 different names –

      I saw all the victims hanging under the bridge

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    • eatmorewords

      shopping carts found at the bottom of the canal, rusted
      rotten fruit
      – drugs don’t come cheap but I have loads hidden inside –
      the glitz is only glitzy from afar
      up close its all bright lights and blinding reflections
      – little dog with his stomach so close to the ground

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      • multiplemichael

        robbed of energy rightfully
        atrophy and dry ovaries
        menses absent
        insanity and a wet dog smell
        I was offered employment
        a wage to discuss female masturbators
        genital stimulation was not impossible
        women could easily “ape” the male roles

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      • multiplemichael

        ———SEXUALLY RIVALED MEN
        your mother sends you a note
        warning you about hereditary neurosis
        linking orgasms—natural and unnatural
        a constant quest for pleasure
        those drugs you hid
        sucked up by tree roots
        they influenced the tree to be effeminate
        birds and squirrels troubled by the curves

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  76. multiplemichael

    tightly stitched crotch narcotics
    gender restrictions at the drugstore
    Freudian x-rays at the airport
    asked about being a doll
    the full brunt without notice
    ??? without gender or beyond gender ???

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    • eatmorewords

      a relative of Freud (or a namesake)
      embroiled in allegations of molestation –
      suspicions of missing girl, no body recovered on a sunny isle –
      just a missing space where someone used to be* – hiding behind a name,
      shadow figure on the fringes – a good guest at dinner parties they said, witty with good
      anecdotes
      – distanced from the jump off point

      *missing like when you cut a face out from a family portrait

      narcotics should be freely available

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      • multiplemichael

        CUT OFF THE FACE
        REMOVE THE FACE
        PLACE THE FACE IN A RESTING PLACE
        APPREHENSION ABOUT THIS PRODUCES BOLD POETRY
        NONDIRECTIONAL WORDS— AN UNDISCIPLINED EXTERIOR MARCH
        relatives went to the funeral just to observe the face
        seeing the face without sockets—hypnotic intensity
        the shedding of the face at a pitch near madness

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      • eatmorewords

        she told me the story of face in a jar – a face, yes
        there was a face in a jar of formaldehyde in university
        used as a door stop – dead eyes in cold sockets –
        tiny hairs in the chin
        – covered in dust

        (the complications of sex and death)

        – she told me about the face
        in a university
        study and probed
        beautiful poetry to be useful after death

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      • multiplemichael

        BEFORE THE FACE WAS IN THE JAR
        constantly in the process of normalization
        having learned how to perform onstage
        having learned how to perform in bed
        sex itself was anything but “normal”
        ————————-the one who kisses first
        counter-evidence by the truckload
        detectives aware of the odds against winning
        the real brass tacks of Romeo and Juliet
        to misread the anatomical differences
        approached but never reached
        faked, erased—dispelled
        ****fast forwards past sodomy

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    • eatmorewords

      I write reams of meaningless poetry – all before I’ve had breakfast
      – a handed out to those in the meat queue
      – eatmorewords I tell them
      – but I think who outs the meaning into this?

      I walk around the town and look at buildings, cars, traffic lights
      the plane in the sky
      the chewing gum on the floor

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      • multiplemichael

        MEANINGLESS POETRY—-what is the Golden Rule ?
        every poem generates its own aesthetic theories
        it would be impossible to write meaningless poetry
        7000 baby steps past Allen Ginsberg and telephone books
        JETTISONED POETRY
        sleeping with a practicing poet
        hiding manila envelopes with special words
        poetic mutters in your sleep
        brown spots on the sheet

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      • eatmorewords

        bundled all the poetry together and packed it in a box –
        parachuted from a jet plane
        – a million words scattered to the world below –
        tip toe through each line
        picnic on the gravestone of a dead author –
        ejaculate words on to blank pages – telephone books are relics, fuel for the fire

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      • multiplemichael

        first-person pronouns ejaculated on blank paper
        boisterous brags about the volume
        future famous people swimming about
        a thousand common folk
        not even in the phone book
        self-indulgent whining on the school bus
        ill equipped to handle genius
        or to separate
        mixed metaphors from forced similes
        photographs of your older sister
        in a manila envelope
        adult imagination
        flashing lights and loud music
        naked—three days without a shower

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  77. multiplemichael

    SHE tried to escape through the door of nonsense
    —-OFF came both legs
    soothed by dusty twilight
    in the hospital
    SHE talked about her eggs
    and the males who wanted to play “daddy”
    gaps between squirts
    SHE cut a lemon in half each day
    put a half way up there
    no drawings exist
    a few limericks

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    • eatmorewords

      lemon contraception spiced up a dull affair
      – eggs are eggs
      the ones they teach you to suck

      in the play “daddy” was played by a 7ft Chinese man – a strange sight
      the audience gasped
      gasped

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      • multiplemichael

        say what you want
        a 7ft Chinese man
        must have a hell of a dong
        distractions may lessen the overall
        comfortless conclusions ?
        the butt becomes a glass-bottom boat
        spectators
        endless spectators
        people with “butt-o-scopes”
        watching the logs drop

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  78. multiplemichael

    PHARMACEUTICALS
    spider pills —pill after pill
    sustained intellectual demands
    short attention spans
    readers hungry for honeymoon details
    chatter about the tent pole
    chatter about the opening
    the little swimmers everywhere
    fresh jism busy with the exhausted
    CECIL B. DeMILLE READY TO SCREAM “CUT”

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    • eatmorewords

      placebo pills
      induced boredom
      – the children eagerly drew pictures of their house and handed it to their dad who found it hard to hide his disgust at their insipid artistically attempts – nothing was to scale,
      the shadows all wrong, the windows were wonky – he reluctantly put them in the fridge, held in place with magnets stolen from 17 theme parks –

      his little swimmers produced those that stood before him

      CUT
      CUT

      FIN

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  79. multiplemichael

    ex-amphetamine addicts afraid to touch spider pills
    afraid of the huge stepback of the spiderweb
    poetry in an irreverent manner
    paraphrased Frost and Nancy Drew
    hallucinogenic frogs that you squeeze and lick
    romance being a continuous vaudeville show
    romance being self-appointed
    impromptu hand signals
    odd jerks —cringed by the friction
    the police asked for three names:
    (+) Abbie Hoffman
    (+) Jerry Rubin
    (+) David Dellinger

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    • eatmorewords

      Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys – apple pie detectives
      never within a 100 miles of spider pills, Nazi amphetamines –
      – vaudeville touching, Nancy Drew and aroused Hardy Boys – a jerk here
      hand signals at the corner of dark town

      IM JUST WAITING FOR MY MAN

      (the police men rearranged the names : Abbie Rublin, Jerry Dellinger, David Hoffman : names I don’t know)

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  80. multiplemichael

    OBVIOUS SATIRES THAT TRANSFORM
    middle-class people making soup from library books
    CABBAGE WITH INK
    religious material goes for a discount
    pampered poets go for road maps and magazines
    ****masturbatory literature is too artificial
    ****street-people hand-wringing porn for lunch
    ***three-day-old porn soup is like duck poop

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    • eatmorewords

      duck poop porn soup garbage ink cabbage breasts religious dogma taken for a walk
      magazines sought for their staples – melted down & turned into bulletts – street people spit used as satisfying balm for blistered palms – signs that read I DIDNT CHOOSE THIS LIFE
      OUT OF WORK JAZZ MAN LOOKING FOR MAPS

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      • multiplemichael

        “The Norton Anthology of Duck Poop Poetry”
        the pain passing the sharp words
        relatives who void simple-minded prose
        two fingers short of illegitimate
        —-antipoetry for intellectuals——
        instead of a turkey or chicken
        busy choking off the poets
        wearing bedroom slippers
        grammatical errors
        on the hands
        a full load
        baby legs and baby arms
        submerged souls

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      • eatmorewords

        a big head wobbling
        tiny baby limbs out of proportion – the logical poet who assesses the situation vs the automatic writer in a dark room with just what’s inside –
        illegitimate words with no father
        two fingers deep
        chicken bone choked
        stuck and chocking

        the poet computer wasn’t programmed for this

        it couldn’t recognise thread that past the teeth and ventured deep inside until it was coiled and resting

        WHAT WERE YOU EXPECTING TO HAPPEN?

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      • multiplemichael

        —————THE TRUMPETER HAS ENTERED THE ROOM
        a kind of arrogance—a sort of opening the way
        the atmosphere changed
        young birds grew very silent
        mothers adopted a new demeanor
        the TRUMPETER was no prizefighter
        yet, very little intimidation
        in a room
        full of guns
        and muscles

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      • eatmorewords

        high intensity poetry
        line after line
        the sweat of the poetry class
        high intensity
        JUST DO IT
        self motivation on the wane
        – no prizefighter
        no Nobel laureate
        – writing cramps / cold turkey cramps – radiator sweats
        high intensity
        effort
        with no intimidation

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      • multiplemichael

        a kind of sadness that wouldn’t leave
        melancholy beyond measure
        terrible anecdotes
        butts of jokes
        poor education
        bad taste
        not a single number safe
        small ones in shame
        the larger ones the knife
        smudged and dirty and scrounging
        Americana

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      • eatmorewords

        butt of jokes / jokes about butts
        taste and context
        rambling anecdotes
        a single mother
        dirty plates on the drip tray
        cafeteria grease, smudged window
        talking in numbers like a computer
        poor education and access to guns
        – tramp in a wig
        the free world at ransom

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  81. multiplemichael

    HIS THING POINTS TOWARD A POSSIBLE REINTERPRETATION
    the smell of fish is something less seasonal
    her balloon swollen with copper stains
    hair on the bung like a wild boar
    healed rips and tears
    the folds—the flaps
    no sleep lube

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    • eatmorewords

      five points like the pentagram –
      in the middle of a mystery
      – the smell of fish hang over the town – flapping fish out of water
      trying to get air inside the lungs
      stunned and ready for the pot

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      • multiplemichael

        FIVE POINTS-FIVE ENTERTAINERS – “THE FIVE FINGERS”
        ( any real poet would automatically think about the smell of Tom Waits )
        people on stage know that spider pills often produce a gutsy performance
        “Baby, we’re gonna play with the mousetrap tonight”

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      • eatmorewords

        the smell of Waits, bourbon and grease, the sound of piano and gravel,
        fried eggs and links – washing down spider pills with rain water
        – the mousetrap was baited
        baited
        a trap

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  82. multiplemichael

    ———————-spider pills
    take a handful and put on the radio
    geological lips like truck tires
    fuzzy kisses baby—some s-u-g-a-r
    standing back there behind her
    thorny questions went unanswered
    it wouldn’t go in—a regrettable reality
    no amount of salve or butter
    just peeling potatoes with that foreskin
    ****Tina Turner singing some damn song

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  83. multiplemichael

    NEVER SHOCKED AT THE SMELL OF THE OBVIOUS
    former generations busy in the bathroom
    tiny boobs on the sheep
    pretend cedars on a hill
    bags of bones doing watercolors
    “wanna buy a pastoral picture ?”
    no suffocating city colors
    the seeds of sin are everywhere
    blame the GERMINATOR

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  84. multiplemichael

    a long and healthy life
    death knocks on the door
    you are confused by his polite clothing
    you’ve memorized all that crap
    HORSECOLLAR RELIGION
    struggling all those years
    —Johnny Academic
    a lemon-scented student
    fraudulent Neil Simon
    fraudulent Robert Frost
    each wake moment
    like your mother
    pulling
    your father
    out

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  85. multiplemichael

    SHE drove the car off the road
    into a schoolyard
    harming the future of 17 children
    just that morning
    someone asked her
    if SHE was a devotee
    of Sylvia Plath
    the smile seemed genuinely polite
    but the question was left-field
    it was public knowledge
    that SHE was the embossed
    gold lettering of Robert Frost

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    • eatmorewords

      the dead future of children
      torn away from them by those closer to death – they have torn this country apart –
      the river has been diverted off its course
      people to afraid to announce their allegiance
      devotee behind closed door
      the future for the children is dead white noise
      they are genuinely polite but they carry a knife

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  86. multiplemichael

    your first lesson in poetry writing
    was an unfolding of your personality
    the instructor in an adult diaper
    Willie Nelson of Linguistics
    too relax and the knot goes away
    calculated accidents
    the smell of overweight
    moist emotional instability
    at the tightest seams

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  87. multiplemichael

    bodybuilding with one hand
    writing poetry with the other
    or driving a car off the road
    ———–what color was the car ?
    ———–what color were the children ?
    fame and fortune equals openings and closures
    “SHE said that it was small but attentive”
    ———-“ATTENTIVE”
    forget about it—the black depression
    disheartening competition
    the world is equally embarrassing
    disinterested curiosity at what expense ?
    all eyes on the dongs—giggle lightly
    ****learned to love and envy

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    • eatmorewords

      what colour was the road?
      like old video tape passing under you – flash of yellow
      like the sun
      yolk of the egg
      – entering darkness to avoid the embarrassing caress
      I MEANT BUSINESS

      but I lost my way when the lights went out in darktown

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      • multiplemichael

        the lights went out in Dark Town
        sadomasochistic piano performances
        the voice-over continued from the wedding
        spider pills with a touch of the homoerotic
        “not just in prison but in prison for life”

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      • eatmorewords

        banging the key black black white black – the piano isn’t the most portable of instruments –
        – fingering the ivories
        – dead elephants of the Savannah

        – smuggling spider pills internally

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      • multiplemichael

        POET TURNED ARTIST
        hired to paint shadows for the blind
        hired to paint shadows for white people
        hired to paint shadows around a white piano
        women wear white evening gowns and sip white wine
        they chat about musical numbers and earthquakes
        their husbands are involved in bootlegging spider pills
        impromptu cavity searches are a source of humor
        the good stuff often has a certain smell

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  88. multiplemichael

    WHO TORE OFF THE FLIMSY PANTIES ?
    one must safeguard the feminine parts
    ———-was that Robert Frost nailed to the front of that church ?
    perhaps he was too white to live so close to Dark Town
    every day he would write a poem contrary to the evidence
    his white clergy flag was bitter and stained
    overwritten—calling 911 without an answer
    the lady at the front desk said
    “you do me—I’ll do you”
    her eggs were ripe and on display
    any squeeze of expression
    could set off a new life
    FLASHBULBS
    a baby or cancer
    birth or burial

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  89. multiplemichael

    —–one thing for sure—NO jitterbugging on the honeymoon——-
    sodomy and the simple pleasures in life
    music and dancing and spider pills
    no sanctuary in Dark Town
    for people day-glow white
    wailing sirens at the strip club motel
    a dismayed broad with a dead husband
    was it the bourbon or the .38 ?
    cigarette after cigarette—slumped over with the liver
    it seems very difficult to resist the pull of the past

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  90. multiplemichael

    ———————at best the honeymoon was tomboyish———
    —obsessive eyes——————–voyeuristic in nature
    private detectives with an appetite for halter-tops
    short shorts and landing strips
    out of school and aging
    IDs from relatives
    homemade
    stolen

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    • multiplemichael

      TWO HEADS ON A PILLOW POETRY
      the campfire burns low and nobody else is around
      dingdong goes forward and backward
      poetic plasticity
      nothing store bought
      spider pills from a truck stop
      heroin and meth and gossip
      teetering and tottering
      hard-earned happiness
      each day under a microscope
      you enjoy the detectives
      an audience
      listeners

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  91. multiplemichael

    the wedding was filmed live
    but there was a voice-over
    Johnny Boy accompanying the song on guitar
    Jukebox Poet with a plug one can pull
    27 goodbye notes on the wedding bed
    white shoes stolen

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    • eatmorewords

      voice over by famous Hollywood actor
      $200,000 a sentence – easy money to be made –
      three fingered guitarist & the jukebox poet on a world tour playing clam bakes, weddings and school reunions –
      white shoes with no grips

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  92. multiplemichael

    the telephone rang all night
    “was the guitar acoustic ?”
    a large high-strung egg sitting on a ledge
    possibly Johnny’s brother
    open for a “hook-up”
    the wife and daughter tied up
    ever-escalating
    sweet revenge—that terrible fall
    patently offensive
    ****Johnny Boy strumming his guitar
    while brother in pieces
    cooking under the high-noon sun

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    • eatmorewords

      ever escalating until now, picture the scene:
      a pale terrified man seeing horror unfold –

      an acoustic guitar with no strings is just wood, like the ark
      – the egg on the edge
      an army armed and ready

      cooking eggs on the hood of your car
      under fire from the sun
      – any closer and we would burn

      your family were plotting to rewrite your history

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      • multiplemichael

        ——-YOU ARE SO CORRECT
        my family would love to rewrite my history
        to erase all my trips to Dark Town
        to hear Ted Curson blow his horn
        seersucker drugs and seersucker women
        invincible on a large cloud
        forgiving the deformities of others

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    • eatmorewords

      hotel room with no keys
      – taped off like the scene of a crime
      – the body on the bed the outline on sheets

      wiped his arse on a replica of the Turin Shroud – tear stains the polygraph

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      • multiplemichael

        —————-MARRIAGE————–
        and then a catastrophic series of events
        grooms overseen by proprietors
        the singing and accompanying piano
        stop after the wedding
        no hope for recouping the past
        smiles and applauds in the bedroom
        long gone

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      • eatmorewords

        rent-a-grooms available in the foyer, all come with references and scars
        – please make sure they are returned iron and pressed –
        bargains to be had at the bottom of the bin –
        – marriage is a contract where most never see the small print*

        *grooms in glasses with solicitors at their side

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  93. multiplemichael

    no idea why SHE thought the marriage bed was a gladiatorial arena
    SHE would blow that insane horn and the neighbors would complain
    wild circus sex was fun but there was also a crippling side to it
    I often thought of my relatives who lived by the Bible
    routine reproduction without velocity or variety

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  94. multiplemichael

    they say that he had sex with everyone in the neighborhood
    even the family pooch but I thought that was a low blow
    almost as if others wanted his life to be a theatrical release
    they wanted it to come out on DVD
    so they could watch it over and over
    pause it on the shower scenes
    that odd wig he wore
    he called it his little Sharon Tate Polanski

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    • eatmorewords

      sex with the pet pooch?
      behind closed doors anything can happen
      in front of a computer screen anything can happen
      – he just paused and rewind the boys that turned him on – a continual loop of not going in
      and coming out
      on a loop
      ad nauesm

      He removed a pube from his toothbrush

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  95. multiplemichael

    a parade of lonely women outside your front entrance
    ——–YOU being the king of the local Pen Pal Service
    you manipulate—you are manipulating—you straddle the line
    your melodramatic dong in seedy motel rooms
    immediate praise yes—continued praise yes
    WORDPRESS has its mix of amateurs and pros
    the underbelly of the art world
    where artists and photographers and authors and poets
    say “dammit” every 97 seconds

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    • eatmorewords

      James Bond
      international rapist with a car that kill
      a car that drives underwater
      – Kung fu chopping adversaries into submission on spaceships that swallow rockets

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  96. multiplemichael

    gorilla poets upset with the chimpanzees
    leaving the bathroom in a fright
    gender free but you can’t get it in the bowl
    the people next door in metallic suits
    jumbled letters in the front yard
    wrappers from spider pills
    advanced pleasure pills
    unforgettable

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    • eatmorewords

      days spend going up and down in lifts surrounded by business men on phones
      talk of data cleansing
      ring fencing this and that
      I’m a non-smoker with cigarettes in his pockets – a suit held together with rivets –
      business men with bald heads in lifts

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  97. multiplemichael

    ————————-HEAVY HAND POETRY
    pretentious dialogue
    post-holocaust phony hair
    office assistants in soiled tunics
    surrounded by surgical and financial details
    readers wanting deeper meaning
    wanting the alcoholic side of inhibitions
    ugly taboo secrets—stuff barely suppressed
    A-grade poets with lubricated mental tongues
    ———————————————————–

    off came that ball sac brassiere
    Marcello Mastroianna greased up
    aquarium-like lights
    a private door
    possibly uncomplicated
    wailing cats
    and refresher courses

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    • eatmorewords

      coffee house poets who don’t drink coffee – it’s all show
      effect
      – poet pissed brown –
      remember when you told me there was a little man you carried around in your pocket?
      – he would tell you things to write
      that challenged taboos
      – that little man
      haven’t heard of him for a while

      – the wailing cat was singing the blues

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  98. multiplemichael

    a dead-on impersonation of a backwoods poet
    fringe vest and peace sign buttons
    thoughts wrapped in ambiguity
    bongo drums
    ———————
    intense diet pills from 1970
    a sister with a garage full of them
    a skinny woman with really large teeth
    once—unable to find Tennessee on a map
    SHE credited her Geography teacher as being Norman Bates

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    • eatmorewords

      diet pills taken until you a simply disappeared
      vanished leaving just a dirty pair of trainers
      – one minute there
      the next minute gone – diet pills and spider pills take to many and you rattle like a maraca –
      the 1970s were beige

      large teeth lady and the garage band

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      • multiplemichael

        –THE QUESTION IS—————–
        who stole the lock from the outhouse door ?
        poetry dealing with the exploitation of downtrodden American women
        possibly safe inside church but not coming or going
        the pinch of want was a mighty strong fiend

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      • eatmorewords

        safe inside the church. Sanctuary from the homeless, computers that talk,
        advertising, the prying eyes of detectives (she knew they were there but could never prove it) –
        – a pinch of salt from the salt pig
        – no need for keys at this door
        the American ladies came over the hills like the Mongol hordes

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      • multiplemichael

        BORED IN CHURCH
        I tell people that I am not a priest
        creative components seem to say otherwise
        learning to act your part
        a puppet of oneself
        a poster of oneself blown up
        downright electrifying
        ****crazy words from the head—a mouth full of firecrackers

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        bored in church &
        taking money from the donation box –
        surrounded by wood and stained glass –
        the Braille bible is 11ft thick –
        hipster Jesus with his beard, organic sandals,
        the man in black
        at the front
        rambles on with a well worn
        monotone narrative
        the components are all there but
        in different orders – no instruction manual
        OUT OF ORDER signs on everything
        – OUT OF ORDER
        OUTOF
        ORDER

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      • multiplemichael

        THE APPALACHIAN CHURCH OF ORDER
        crimson lipstick–platinum hair–a smile and a wink
        a stricter ORDER of discipline
        very little need for meaningful communication
        ———————tribalism
        we share the same daddy but not the same home
        unsympathetic elders lead the daughters to the backroom
        participatory collaboration—the fountainheads flowing

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      • multiplemichael

        when I looked at your out of order
        I saw “Our Mother of Perpetual Help”
        scientists up late at night trying to decide
        what we learn from images
        and what we understand from words
        reality replaced by alphabetic letters
        ****Adam and Eve had a bad habit of characterizing things

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      • eatmorewords

        Our Mother of Perpetual Help and Our Father of Perpetual Misery
        – a relationship of command – sweet wrappers left in the collection tray
        – a picture speaks a 1,000 words but to the blind they’re mute –
        in a world where people try and reclaim words
        – in a world where groups want possession of words
        the Forum for the Ownership of Nouns seeks new members

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      • multiplemichael

        OWNERSHIP OF THE NOUNS
        Noah was well endowed
        but the local sisters
        claimed that he was symbolically castrated
        black or white—no one knows
        he suffered from “otherness”
        I call it multiplicity

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        otherness, a kink in the road,
        a river diverted from its true course, the philosophy of the PATH OF LEAST RESISTANCE
        – the department of plot twists ceased to exist
        – how many personalities is to many?

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      • multiplemichael

        too many personalities in the kitchen :
        ————make a ‘tasty’ soup
        —una zuppa gustosa—
        too many personalities in the bedroom
        ————makes for some interesting poetry
        —nonsensical violence

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      • multiplemichael

        ——-REMEMBER: in a state of insanity, grammatical sense must be made
        (otherwise, the kitchen staff will serve you poor quality food)
        (otherwise, your romance life will be like a petting zoo at a cheap fair)

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        a cheap petting zoo
        the stench of wet dogs
        – kleptomaniac kitchen staff with cutlery stuffed in pockets, sliced ham in their socks,
        dirty finger nails in the soup
        – no time for romance in the scullery

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      • multiplemichael

        in high school the petting zoo consisted of hundreds of PYGMY GOATS
        huge Hollywood breasts with extremely small goats attached to them
        no one knew and no one cared who the fathers were
        everyone guessed that it was the guys who played sports
        guys who had easy access to carrot flakes and sugar cubes

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      • eatmorewords

        the guys who play sport with white glowing teeth – shower room antics
        whiteboard tactics and gang mentality – school mascot the PYGNY GOAT
        kidnapped and ransomed and made to wear a mask

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      • multiplemichael

        helplessly attached to tubes
        ———-therapies———-
        the medicalization of the modern poet
        individual identity constantly under attack
        black-blood holes up and down both arms
        a bruised and swollen anus
        gendered as a female
        out of service

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        tubes connected but there is a blockage, there is tension
        the modern poet isn’t bulletproof and the detectives carry suspicions – gender checks at toilet doors
        – all our bones are the same colour – the drunk doctor administered leeches
        blood suckers
        sucking the blood
        infected

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      • multiplemichael

        GENDER CHECKS AT THE TOILET DOOR
        eroticized violence with the eyes
        proper and improper
        the short and the long of it
        Robert Frost went to the woods
        gender performance—always that anxiety
        about what word best suits the color of the seasons
        to “authenticate” fall and spring
        suffocated by information
        others know not

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      • eatmorewords

        gender is a blurred line these days
        – have wang but not a man
        – a different binary
        a dial code
        – anxiety of what door to use
        anxiety about where you can put it
        – the colour of the suit a secret sign
        – I don’t know these days

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    • multiplemichael

      vows of poverty and chastity and obedience
      peeping in the windows at ordinary folk
      walking by store fronts with their displays
      hearing words on the street
      loud music from passing cars
      being thankful for not having to clean up after a dog
      being thankful for not having to endure children
      being thankful for privacy and an empty bed
      being thankful for loving God and being loved back

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  99. multiplemichael

    you speak of riding elevators
    and observing the tops of heads
    but what about tuberculosis ?
    inhuman working conditions ?
    hookworm in the latrine ?
    malnutrition around the tea counter ?
    funeral after funeral
    malingering emotions
    no more wet—very little slide
    conjugal rights between sticks

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    • eatmorewords

      the spider pills made the hookworms shine – we observed this from a distance –
      post war children in shorts playing in bombed out skeletons – TB lungs
      black and inhuman
      – the conditions in here are questionable at best –
      – ration book malnutrition I CAN SEE XYLOPHONE RIBS –

      (what happened to the friend you had in 5th grade? what happened to Michael, version 1 ?)

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      if they said they were giving free hookworms away
      I know who’d be at the front of the queue*
      – pockets full of spider pills coming through customs, crazy sweats
      plunging necklines seen from space

      *i can’t mention no names

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      • multiplemichael

        BUDDING FEMALE POETS
        plunging necklines seen from the top of Trump Towers
        dictating to a room full of promising young women writers
        dozens of apples all different sizes
        timid apples—distinguished apples
        such testiness on the subject
        commentators from the caves of wildmen
        men who are not afraid to coddle themselves

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  100. multiplemichael

    MEN WHO ARE NOT AFRAID TO CODDLE THEMSELVES
    when a friend reaches a hand over (MATE-BATE)
    a breath of friendship strong
    blown out
    molten smithereens
    a daydream becomes a stream
    ——-poetry in the Nuclear Age
    codewords for fear
    a little lemon juice in the crack
    before making merry
    SHE asked, “It’s not red—is it ?”

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    • eatmorewords

      poetry in an age of machines
      machines in an age at the edge
      – in a town made of mirrors
      words in a town of dead presidents
      SNIPER ON THE ROOF
      SNIPER ON THE ROOF
      – radio cackles airwaves traffic
      people move like ants
      she wasn’t there
      she was there
      I saw her in a daydream stepping gracefully over a puddle of red – her ear to the ground
      the approaching train
      – no time to make merry there are bodies to move

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      • multiplemichael

        POETRY FROM A MACHINE STUFFED WITH WHITE MASCULINITY
        ————no feminizing connotations
        MASCULINITY split from a log like Lincoln strong
        gangster love daddy
        biological gangster love daddy
        not that homosexualized masculinity

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  101. multiplemichael

    the gumption to reach over and give a yank
    politically incorrect
    what can and cannot be done
    to keep literacy alive
    TO KEEP LITERACY ALIVE
    break through the indifference
    conglomerates with all their dongs
    tied together
    one seed will reach out into the world
    that seed will be independent
    exultation and enthusiasm and other queer feelings

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    • multiplemichael

      some people can see and some people cannot see
      the obsessive handling of the penis
      take a number and be a recipient
      ——————————————
      forced to walk past a viewing portal
      man visitors and women visitors
      naked face to face
      forced to rub against
      attributes

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      • eatmorewords

        the sparks from aggressive rubbing
        caveman friction
        no smoke without fire
        the heat triangle
        the soft heat of the triangle
        soft &
        below the waistline

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      • multiplemichael

        twisted and knotted articles of clothing
        first-person accounts of an anxious anus
        the bride placed ads for a honeymoon stand-in
        money can seduce people—the question being “HOW MUCH”
        questions about privileging certain insertions
        and derogating others
        on the basis of their interpretively
        determined cultural value

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      • multiplemichael

        ———-MAKE THE BIG ESCAPE—–
        met by a host of angels
        greeted with jubilation
        a choir of virgins
        Mother Mary
        (very few keep their promises)
        my money is on the Holy Mother
        (very few face problems head-on)
        my money is on the Holy Mother
        ——————————————-
        ——————————————-
        impending death driving a sports car
        taking curves too fast

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    • eatmorewords

      high school romance with her name written in the margins of a history book – a title
      “the pragmatism of nazism” –
      – clown circus custard pie faces
      – forceable ejected from all the clubs you’ve ever joined
      DO YOU HAVE A JOB?
      DO YOU LIVW IN YOUR MUMS BASEMENT?

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      • multiplemichael

        anonymous, faceless figures live in your mother’s basement
        juxtaposing the physical effects of being ancient
        deliberately drawing attention to wilting hair
        namesakes in the cemetery
        the new baby dead
        on the side of the highway
        the corpse, a lingering physical marker
        forfeiture of personhood
        “the little beggar”

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    • multiplemichael

      the priest said that he cared not for that serving of love
      his lips proud on the rim of ejaculatory kissing
      many a man has shoveled dirt on his feet
      the parish cemetery a regular motel

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      • eatmorewords

        a priest ordained online
        validated by 45 multiple choice questions –
        a small fee requested and tomorrow is yours the small print enthusiasts advised

        – I’m standing in her footprints –

        – do you remember when the news stopped overnight?
        when you woke up to something new?
        when you took a picture and you couldn’t add a filter? –

        your first serving of love tasted of nicotine and chewing gum

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  102. multiplemichael

    spider pills and an anxious anus
    strong flashlights in the waiting room
    penetrate racial barriers
    white women shine bright
    hinged and unhinged privates
    regulated borders
    containment

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  103. multiplemichael

    drive off the road at 90mph
    experience the effects of tourism
    and postmodern technology
    stereotypical landscapes
    become blurred behinds
    on blue-butt apes
    upside down five times
    never spilled a drop
    the contour of the automobile
    could be restored
    poetry about metal and flesh
    being envelopes
    overloaded WordPress
    Hustler magazine interrogated poets
    about the sex-gender implications
    of metal and skin
    the article had color photos
    of crushed metal
    and a bright pink hymen
    of a future bride

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    • eatmorewords

      the sleek curves of cars have become more feminine over time
      – masturbatory fantasy for modern man –
      running hand along smooth metal , aroused regardless of colour
      headlights /
      breasts – secrets in the glove compartment –
      nothing can be truly broken
      it can all be fixed,
      dents smashed out
      – 90mph
      the trajectory of the impact
      crack of glass
      convergence machine and man
      man and woman –
      future bride
      fingers in the ignition

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  104. multiplemichael

    BUSY ALL DAY ERASING THE BODY FROM THE FUTURE BRIDE
    a long pleasurable gaze at the bright pink hymen
    proof positive from the expensive section
    “intermediary” catalog of vaginal canals
    sandwiched between lips
    years of smiles

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  105. multiplemichael

    babblings of baby-talk
    for 2 dollars more
    one can smell the tail feathers
    of words that are sense-informing
    ——————–
    once words contain no sense-information
    they become code and less reliable
    museums become cluttered with code
    dead poets and artists no longer convey code

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    • eatmorewords

      no sense of information as it all merges into one doublespeak for the baby boomers –
      – she face swapped herself with a hillbilly priest
      she swiped left on grinder
      – the secret language of a bandana hanging from a back pocket
      the secret signs of how you wear your jeans
      – your ear pierced in the wrong ear –
      the death of a poet
      lost for words

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      • multiplemichael

        ——————————————————LOST FOR WORDS
        not a single poet has been exonerated in the last 20 years
        Obama letting all the black inmates go free
        “FUTURE SCREENWRITERS”
        SOME PEOPLE EAT CHEESE ON CRACKERS
        OTHER PEOPLE TRY TO ELUDE THE LAW
        what weapon best wipes out recollections ?

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      • eatmorewords

        people eluding the law that they never signed up for –
        – aren’t all poets screenwriters?
        – don’t we all write our own films?
        – words are weapons and we’re fully armed – ROBOCOP with Emily paragraphs –
        things get lost in translation
        things fall out of the suitcase –

        recollections clouded by twisted interpretations –
        heavy artillery with small feets

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  106. multiplemichael

    a clock that does not divulge its time
    a clock full of echoes and voices
    your name written
    on the front of a frost-covered window
    poetry by finger marks
    readers fascinated with your digits
    Johnny Boy—got your hand in a womb ?
    fetus in a pocket ?
    similarity between different signifiers
    primitive potential for the position of
    FRANKENSTEIN

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    • multiplemichael

      when I asked the librarian about your book
      he said that it had been misplaced
      I could smell the edible herbs and fruit in his pocket
      I could hear the rules of behavior in the back of his voice
      he had seen an issue of Playboy and knew about geographical genitals
      he said in school the other students called him “Alphabet Man”

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      • eatmorewords

        my book was called “the eternal twitch of the nervous millennium” –
        misplaced in the factual section
        – the elbow patches on the librarians jacket were fashioned from felt – an empty lighter in his pocket half chewed pen –
        in a dusty world of words
        the alphabet man never got past the first sentence

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      • multiplemichael

        in your new book
        you made patterns of order
        out of random events
        comments and conversations
        snippets impinging on your consciousness
        you went so far as to print shopping lists
        pages from diaries and telephone books
        anything to share a disciplined means of expression

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      • eatmorewords

        we ordered the patterns
        made the lines conform
        we told them that patterns existed in everything – the unwritten rules
        the reason we all stop at red lights

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  107. multiplemichael

    ENTANGLED IN A WEB OF LANGUAGE
    do you pay the detectives to spy for information ?
    or are they ghost-writers ?
    a reality fractured and patched together
    the most important discrepancy
    WHAT IT IS—WHAT IT THINKS ITSELF TO BE

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  108. multiplemichael

    words only function by virtue of their differences from other words
    —————————————————————————————-
    easy access to carrot flakes and sugar cubes
    the coach in the locker room
    tried hard
    to approximate language

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  109. multiplemichael

    outside in the street
    words are blown into sequences
    they challenge readers
    (circus giantess nearly nude in London)
    life-size people find themselves scattered and misplaced
    praying for a compromise between the old and the new

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  110. multiplemichael

    COMMERCIAL ENTERTAINMENTS
    the habitual expectations of Johnny Boy
    ladies and gentlemen—we interrupt the plot
    the inmates in the home
    regardless of size
    have decided to cash
    in their James Bond gift certificates
    and purchase tight riding britches
    (lion-tamer poseurs)
    essentially innocents
    having never felt the sting of violence
    chills, thrills, gunshots, rapid gunfire

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    • eatmorewords

      all entertainment as an audience – all things people want are there
      an open entrance
      no door policy –
      what’s that they’re saying?
      a camel and a needle with an eye?
      vibrated
      incorrectly
      – misheard sounds –
      a cross between something you remember from the past and something you want from the future –
      – i dodged death in the year 2036 where lasers replaced bullets

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  111. multiplemichael

    issues of evidence and responsibility
    wiping out recollections of committing crimes
    the razzle-dazzle of jazz
    the camera turns around
    to a living room of innocent bystanders
    a sympathetic mother and children
    “we didn’t know”
    having lived life as a form of performance art
    the antics of FATHER was just entertainment

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  112. multiplemichael

    old women with crooked fingers
    tell you to practice your reductions
    and omissions
    grow strong
    so you can get away
    with observing so little
    you need not see every brick in a wall
    living from memory—one poem at a time

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      • multiplemichael

        —————-behind closed doors
        where the jism flowed by the quart
        outrageous behavior for a man
        —————————————–
        just an old arthritic bag of bones
        but….SHE could crack a nut
        ****the obituary columns were full

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      • eatmorewords

        death is always inches away
        cold fingers waiting around the corner – cold and white
        like half the buried dead – cold and white and inescapable from the inevitable*

        *never a fan of rhyming

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  113. multiplemichael

    the plane lands in a large swamp
    poisonous snakes and alligators
    better stay on the path
    hurry inside
    bug bites carry a heavy residual
    when the plane lands
    might be difficult to discern
    a snake or alligator
    in the undergrowth
    blood hungry insects
    mangrove trees
    the lack of real oxygen
    “is it always this uncomfortable ?”

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    • eatmorewords

      stay on the path don’t stray from the path – they tried to arrange a ceasefire
      they tried to remove to the words
      – paint over the vowels
      redistribute the nouns
      – all seen from above future drone life all from above
      – down near the bayou that catches your tears
      – 23,000 ft above the oxygen masks dropped

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  114. multiplemichael

    a description like SENSITIVE
    Florida can soften a man
    imaginary motives at the library
    now the library is without words
    just a festering sore with strong WIFI
    nothing sterile—literature in a deplorable state
    retired TV personalities behind the desk
    even with practice no natural voice
    nothing manly perched out front
    nothing manly available

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    • eatmorewords

      the local library doesn’t stock books
      just computers and access to websites – libraries rated on strength of WIFI and the odour of the toilet
      – retired TV personalities only read books written by retired TV personalities – a sad merry-go-round at a time when everyone is to afraid to comment –
      perched and parched on the edge of the branch

      the world is sterile
      unease over the future : the man with the wig

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      • multiplemichael

        disenchantment of God
        what drives people to the library
        I asked for a tour of the bathroom facilities
        the librarian thought I asked about her private facilities
        I had a bit of trouble with the library system
        it is the decline of the West
        men standing in mud
        unaided reason

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      • eatmorewords

        the decline of the west started with the burning of books
        – each letter in flames
        the homeless warming their skinny frames on the embers of dying thoughts
        – that’s all poems are
        thoughts but into shapes

        – young Michael and the tour guide encrypting a 1000years of ideas in microfiche

        young Michael with a gun

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  115. multiplemichael

    WITHOUT ANY GUARANTEE ABOUT SAFETY
    the poet sticks his neck out
    risking his self-image
    words can make one seem silly
    caricatures of themselves
    fornication
    replaced with chronic fighting
    the smell of alcohol
    true drunkenness never wears off

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  116. multiplemichael

    ————————–previously thought to be questionable
    (the world’s saddest polar bear)
    Americans now ready to act on a whim
    have fed the polar bear to a large shark at SeaWorld

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    • eatmorewords

      we need to stop animal on animal crime
      we need to stop SeaWorld creating monsters
      WE NEED TO STOP EVERYTHING
      – a birthday card with a happy polar bear and a ridiculous punchline

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  117. multiplemichael

    just last night I was with a happy polar bear
    we were reading musical notation
    and enjoying the music
    without listening to the actual notes
    imaginary sounds by candle light
    ****positive romantic performance: 2016

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      • multiplemichael

        HOURS AND HOURS OF DEPRIVATION
        poetry in a shoebox
        a trashcan of poetry from the past
        the happy polar bear was just an acquaintance
        primarily a “nice day” kind of guy
        conversation and spider pills
        the happy polar bear was a mathematician
        a musician
        a historian
        and sometimes a biblical detective
        not just any bible but an abstractly coded bible
        his usage of words—his main function
        I was high and he made conversation a chess game

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      • eatmorewords

        the happy polar bear was the title of self help book popular back in the day –
        become the polar bear it said
        “stroke the FUR of life” was the title of chapter 6 –
        white skin against a white tundra background of ice
        – snow blinded by the words
        – the polar bear and the librarian
        – the blue bulls & the Otis men
        – ineffectual intellectual debates about sexual power and cheap motels
        – I was high for the best part of the past 2oyears

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  118. multiplemichael

    way too dependent on television
    religious salvation was on the back-burner
    like I would waste one minute on the idiot tube
    pacified by entertainers ?
    I told them at headquarters
    that I wasn’t taking the smoke up the ass no more

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  119. multiplemichael

    it is no secret that half of the female population
    in a retirement home near your neighborhood
    (—-at least the semiliterate ones)
    send you daily valentines
    women who want bedroom action
    that they can easily recall
    or possibly relive
    ****they want communication, Johnny Boy

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  120. multiplemichael

    an abundance of muggers
    at your birthday party
    miserable people
    finding vegetables sexually attractive
    baboons with bright blue butts
    9 out of 10 children have memorized them
    cheerleaders follow suit and color their rears
    attention being focused there
    (what can be accomplished)

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  121. multiplemichael

    (=) new patterns in poetry—new patterns of interaction
    constant conflict with expectations
    the wife demands reorientation of attentional habits
    the groom has to readapt time after time
    the wife demands similar emotions
    to all stimuli they may encounter
    rare deviations from the norm

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  122. multiplemichael

    your brother called and warned me
    that you were back to that old habit
    ————————————————-
    crazy to maximize emotional returns
    ————————————————-
    seems you found HER labor-saving
    bedroom appliance
    (chafed by external constraints)

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  123. multiplemichael

    ————BROKEN FINGERS————
    it contributes to, rather than detracts from,
    the enjoyment
    romance by the clock
    the tyranny of time
    ****paying attention to the activity
    ——————-outside in the trees
    the apes are focused on its consequences

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    • eatmorewords

      the chimpanzee outside on the tree are thinking
      “WILL I BE THE ONE PICKED TO
      SIT IN A ROOM AND PUNCH A TYPEWRITER UNTIL SHAKESPEARE APPEARS BEFORE ME?”
      – focused on the consequences
      – simian poets picking lice from their lovers scalps
      – abstract nouns thrown around the canopy
      – no honeymoon for monkeys in love

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      • multiplemichael

        sitting in front of that typewriter
        ———————-sitting in front of that typewriter
        ALL SEMANTICS AND NO SUBSTANCE
        sitting in front of that typewriter
        ———————-sitting in front of that typewriter
        xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
        xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
        please include honeymoon poetry
        that challenges historical definitions
        odd stimulus-response correlations
        controversial behavior
        “IF ONE MUST DROWN A RAT TO GET ACADEMIC CRITICISM
        THEN BY ALL MEANS—DROWN A RAT”

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      • multiplemichael

        WHO WAS THE PERSON SITTING BEHIND THE TYPEWRITER ?
        ————-it was not Arnold Schwarzenegger
        considered scabrous enough
        the cut and thrust of a dramatized honeymoon
        time spent waiting—semen spent never retrieved
        the smell of homosexual spices
        tree bark and fresh-washed youth

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      • eatmorewords

        we wrote that yesterday
        it’s history – the words can wilt
        a cut down tree
        dead sap

        washed away
        names carved into bark

        after my vasectomy my children thought I’d ejaculate dust

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    • multiplemichael

      the apes carried parasites
      which spread to the human subjects
      adults located behind typewriters
      improvisation—perpetual tinkering
      pondering what to write
      on the blanks asking for occupation

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      • multiplemichael

        typographical peculiarities
        accidently (?)
        placed on the job application
        wild punctuation—odd size letters
        ****the unicorn doodle turned X-rated
        so I had to erase it
        the eraser on the pencil was fake
        the more I erased
        the worse it looked

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      • eatmorewords

        the job application* had a secret code – an acrostic poem
        spelling out a location where we could meet – horizontal –
        it wasn’t an accident
        nothing peculiar they thought

        erasing the unicorn wang turned into one bloody mess

        *mis-read job application as Jon application (personality change required)

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  124. multiplemichael

    ————SEX IS HARD AND UNGLAMOROUS
    most people find it boring, repetitive
    meaningless
    poetry about the worker’s level of development
    for hundreds of thousands of years
    IN-OUT…………IN-OUT
    just a reproductive activity
    then along came modern man
    with his chancy periods of waiting helplessly
    for the other party to cooperate
    daydreams of exploitive strangers
    unwholesome frenzy
    honest exhaustion

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  125. multiplemichael

    excuse me—-I am busy watching strangers
    engaged in mock-meaningful action
    (participation requires a condom)
    quick—write a poem about underlying emptiness
    quick—write a poem about wasted time
    ————————–PASSIVE ENTERTAINMENT
    Robert Frost sucking the marrow out of children
    marrow squandered on an old bag of bones
    a senior citizen douche-bag

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  126. multiplemichael

    UNTUTORED CHILDREN STAND BESIDE THE ROAD
    THEY ARE FLASHLIGHTS WITH NO BATTERIES
    a house full of rondels, ballades, foreign tongues
    scrambling English words with exceptions
    non-dictionary words
    double negatives
    redundant superlatives
    dense condensation
    truck stop poetry about rectums
    not-so-public playthings
    bubble-butt glorification
    tulips from the chimney

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  127. multiplemichael

    —————-INSTRUCTIONS TO FABRICATE POETRY———–
    receptivity is the sports car
    the man nuts to dream the James Bond car
    to take control of translations
    the women who moved through you
    expensive glue
    submerged in translations
    weird words from a burlesque dance contest
    Englishmen with trunks of elixir
    children born of a circus barker
    (moral codes, you ask)
    SHE was a self-appointed enforcer

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  128. multiplemichael

    the reason the young poet was kicked
    from the nest
    the constant need for spontaneity
    tired of the confined, formal life
    the Reader’s Digest of Family Life
    tired of hearing other people’s heartbeats
    especially passionate bouts in the dark
    death-defying sex
    loop-the-loops
    with the vulgar parts
    not the intellect

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    • eatmorewords

      looping the loop so fast your feet pass your head – tired of that which confines
      – a dislike for Gravity
      – introduced to the complexities of sexual life through well thumbed copies of Readers Digest –
      – aghast at what comes out of the body
      – aghast at what can go INTO the body

      – blunted intellect vs the vulgar parts –

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    • eatmorewords

      not living inside a photograph
      not dead inside the frame
      just suspended
      caught forever and we won’t fade
      caught forever between living and death
      caught forever showing true commitment

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      • multiplemichael

        the pros and cons of lobotomy
        women with varicose veins
        early cocktails and spider pills
        poetry about a mishap or two
        first a snoop then a peeper
        get well cards
        from other half-breeds, mongrels

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      • eatmorewords

        varicose veins
        tributaries of a fully functioning river
        – too many pills
        CH 1700 and 5 miles from here
        T25
        60
        50
        40
        piss in a cup
        three birds flying in formation
        in the shape of a famous constellation
        free recovery
        (we) await rescue

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    • eatmorewords

      the meat warehouse in downtown darktown – carcass of stolen pets stripped and hung
      – cheap meat for the poorer folk
      no questions asked transactions
      – fur wigs
      – necklaces laced of bone
      – dried blood in the cargo bay
      – night shift shakes
      – the night watch man is lonely*
      – career choices: leviathan, meat factory, jazz man

      *didn’t Dylan say he was insane?

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    • eatmorewords

      the homemade pie
      left on the windowsill (a stereotype of perfect housekeeping**)
      the hardened crust
      but soft &
      moist inside
      – no need for Vaseline
      no need to exchange names
      as the doctor and dentist always said “relax, it won’t hurt and will be over in seconds”…

      **not in the cutie house here the pies were strangely LARGE

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  129. multiplemichael

    ———————-all these dead people
    walking around
    ——-wanting what the Nazis wanted before World War 2
    the confidence of religion knocking on doors
    the hinges of the mouth
    a pudgy vulva
    ****like trying to stuff the Ark in a bikini

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    • eatmorewords

      the walking dead are everywhere
      eyes angled to a screen of a phone –
      the hinges on the body squeaked when it moved
      in need of oiling
      screaming lubrication

      when they stuff the ark into a biking small splinters poked from the edges
      public hair spider legs

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    • eatmorewords

      electrochemical rushes as you look through the rear view mirror the world shrinks
      road markings as street hieroglyphs

      – I slept outside & insects crawled over my face –

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      • eatmorewords

        just the feel of the insects feet touching skin
        (like the chills that up your spin on honeymoon night) – running over my face
        I can feel them
        In my ears
        – the square root of all the death in war
        – the biggest coffin we share each day

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  130. multiplemichael

    a willingness to go the limit
    expression and emotion captured in the black and white
    of a night void of streetlight or campfire
    the wafer of the church replaced by insects
    the words of hundred-percenters sleeping inside a library
    no room vacant on the shelves for raucous directness

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    • eatmorewords

      corduroy friction
      the trousers of the professor of PURE mathematics
      – PURE numbers with no grey areas, no room for misinterpretation – the numbers always add up – THEY ALWAYS DO –

      computers are never wrong USER ERROR –
      belittled by a machine
      angry homosapien returns home
      berates his children
      screams at the food he’s been served
      – furious masturbation, angry then relief
      – modern man belittled by machines

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  131. multiplemichael

    purchasing spider pills in bright colors
    if you look at them closely
    you can see sombrero-like hats
    and wild gypsy shirts
    I often pick out the ones
    with handsome facial features
    as they melt they kiss
    the sensitive areas
    inside my mouth

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    • eatmorewords

      the sensitive areas were off limits
      the pills kept the shakes at bay
      nightmares about spiders
      about moths flapping wings
      of insects burrowing inside
      laying eggs

      the softest part of the body is on the inside

      a constant battle to corrupt the working class

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  132. multiplemichael

    A CONSTANT BATTLE
    ridiculous to compete
    enough is never enough
    to be sized
    like a school boy flaunting
    it is almost in your face
    “Yes, it is abnormally LARGE—now back off”
    daydreams about it being anaesthetized and cut off
    the doctor—a paid censor
    how many ancestors in an inch ?
    the fat nonsense of poetry
    indecent, shameless, unexcused
    the dong that refused to sleep

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  133. multiplemichael

    ——————THE HONEYMOON
    genitals of indestructible quality
    sexual activity that might be distinguished
    from its communicable content
    but which in no sense could be repeated
    ****the formula of surprise was a crowd pleaser

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  134. multiplemichael

    —CRYPTIC NAUGHTINESS—
    back page sort—immature
    infantile
    a motel squeal
    ——————
    ——————
    edges, corners, boundary lines
    poking a scholastic finger
    against the virginity
    the nutshell

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  135. multiplemichael

    the beautiful mystery that you celebrate
    the reality of existence itself
    the wonderful one-times-only
    ————————————-
    ————————————-
    pomp and pretense and vulgarity
    relatives lashing out
    hoping to injure or destroy
    implications intended
    ****the scalpel was packed for that special event

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    • eatmorewords

      read today that Gaia was dying a slow death – in years there will be ramifications
      there will be no special event
      unwanted guests will be ushered silently out the back door –
      silently into the non/existence

      the beautiful mystery of life

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  136. multiplemichael

    take things as they come
    ——————without remembering
    the circle around the night fire
    no need to guess what may come next
    deceptively persuasive romance
    indistinguishable love and hate

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  137. multiplemichael

    SHE said that it was never like that
    that it was acting inapprehensible
    ****between the letters of the word
    a slot for insertion
    —————————————–
    —————————————–
    in all sexual relations
    precise terms
    are essentially poetic
    ****proper rounding off
    is left to the church folk

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    • eatmorewords

      the church folk use abacus and fingers and count
      – the act they don’ t talk about
      – sexuality locked firmly up in the catacombs along with ghosts and skeletons – (she once claimed she saw a black rat down there) – church folk
      a funny joke

      I could see the steeple from a mile off

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  138. multiplemichael

    a local streetwalker told me for a $100 more
    I could fornicate with her cousin
    SHE was superficially less flabby
    somewhat less tawdry
    one could argue the lack of a big behind
    no one could deny the dead intelligence

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  139. multiplemichael

    THE SOUNDS OF WAR
    a descriptive setting
    what could change the flatness of the wall ?
    the misconceptions of your true self ?
    employed by the high heavens
    vague numbers not words
    where be the agitation of the senses ?
    ****me thinks the stirring life be not sufficient

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    • eatmorewords

      he was asked to describe the sound of war – he screamed
      and screamed
      hand over ears
      he screamed – that was the sound he remembered –
      he remembered laying on the floor and the whole world looked horizontal –
      a vagueness amongst hurt tress and dead land

      – it was only below sea level he could see his true self

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      • multiplemichael

        what a leap of faith
        to purchase the new cd
        by MICHAELS SUPERFICIAL CONVENTIONS
        seems very thin indeed
        ecstasy and anal intuition
        sizeless in sleep and death
        music with machinerish elements
        possibly
        husbands begging for wife sex
        significant coiled ball aches
        no drums—just the headboard
        of a motel bed

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  140. multiplemichael

    substandard poetry and malt whiskey
    an old stolen rubber sheet
    enemas without embarrassment
    acrobatic love-making
    thank God for smelling salts
    quivering nostrils
    signed, “it won’t have to be done again”

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  141. multiplemichael

    no drums—just the headboard
    of a motel bed
    tender talk like drug pusher promises
    “I am becoming what I am becoming”
    metamorphosis—white skin devil
    the horns before the orgasm itself
    ****prelude to and metaphor of

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    • eatmorewords

      I am becoming what I am becoming” – blue Johnny 5
      lost currency
      behind the sofa secrets
      – the crumbs
      fallen
      a thousand ways since yesterday
      “screaming daisies”**
      no time for the climax as we push on

      **overhead lyrics from a speeding cat

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