work maze Marxist Narnia 

The corridors at work are a maze.
A labyrinth of dead ends.
I took a wrong turn and ended up in a 1970s Eastern European concrete dystopia. 

It was like a grey cold Narnia.

But with more Marxist ideology and secret police.

By the time I got back to my desk my tea had turned  cold. 

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  1. multiplemichael

    I CALLED THE SECRET POLICE
    the nice lady said that they were occupied
    preparing for Christmas
    other people claim that poems can light up
    like Christmas trees
    or light up on Christmas trees
    over-indulgence for the holiday season
    special lubricants to rub on the sentences
    unconventional punctuation
    readers complain about the use of capitals
    their purpose violated
    poetry rolled in perspiration
    DISEMBARRASSED

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  2. multiplemichael

    JIG-SAW PUZZLE POEMS
    putting them together again
    all the women in your life
    locked inside a moving car
    women who carry their own cadence
    women who have supplied you with punctuation
    ———-the mystery is the pounding from the outside

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    • eatmorewords

      i received messages from the past
      words written by younger self
      future self read them
      – old stuff locked in old car –
      carried cadence carried sound echoed around – they supplied me with nourishment and meat –
      the pounding sounded like it was coming from outside but it was inside, hammering away –
      – the future me will laugh and piss myself –

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    • eatmorewords

      the secret police are no longer secret – how can they be if you have their number?
      – did you find it online?
      – do you have a contact?

      – the tightrope walkers ropes have frayed – they will drop
      now or later but it will happen

      They will drop

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  3. multiplemichael

    BABY BIRD, I KNOW PEOPLE WHO HAVE A DISDAIN FOR THE ANTICS OF PUNDITS
    AND POETASTERS
    THUS I HAVE THE NUMBER FOR THE SECRET POLICE
    it is heresy to deny the Secret Police
    easily imitable—-the school of hard knocks
    ——————misfit adolescents
    colorless dongs—free of filth and abuse
    washed and washed again
    tourists with large dongs
    mausoleum scented—disturbing foreskins
    intimate fumbling efforts
    what makes life valuable ?
    ****the passage of time

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    • eatmorewords

      the schools of hard knocks – the only knock I know is the knock of the secret police
      – knuckles wrapping on wood
      – knuckles wrapped with wood- catholic interrogation techniques – baby bird in the best
      the worm in the hole

      – I fumbled through the first 27years of my life

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      • multiplemichael

        WRITTEN BY ADMIRERS:
        all that is heart-breaking in this world
        like a poor choice in shoes
        the pity of heartlessness
        snake bites in the shallowness
        of your lower half
        math instructors with delicacy
        and exactness
        THE NEEDLE POINTS NORTH
        poem after poem
        words that are a pleasure
        in themselves

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      • eatmorewords

        the snake bites in the shallows
        swollen ankles
        loved one required to suck out the poison –
        – as we moved through the forest
        the compass needle spun and we held hands – that was pleasure enough even though we knew we would appear on a satellite screen somewhere –
        the secret poetry of movement

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      • multiplemichael

        I don’t have to tell you that the people at the hotel
        were upset about the homemade tobogganing
        the wedding party rigged up last night
        I know there were some minor injuries
        and a bit of property damage
        and it must have been hell
        cleaning up the cake
        marriage is marriage

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      • eatmorewords

        the people at the hotel were always upset – people doing things in their rooms
        moving furniture
        cigarette butts in the sink
        pages removed from the bibles
        – a thousand different a hairs in the corner
        marriage is marriage
        dissolved in a second

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      • multiplemichael

        scary memories about goat footed father
        trying to slip a balloon on his dong
        lovemaking without meaning or emotion
        spices of the heart mixed with anger
        poetry being self-discovered
        rather old-fashioned

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  4. multiplemichael

    just try to leave your little world (zoo)
    troubled grammarians are watching you
    please keep your private nouns private
    —————-just think of all the experiences
    that were wonderful one time only

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    • eatmorewords

      – when did the thin line between good and bad become a thick wedge? a splintered wedge

      – she told me when she was young as wished life came with a receipt

      – the woman and the coffee shop spelt names wrong on purpose
      – Mary became Marry
      Colin became Colon (and so on and so on)

      – he bark in the tree and the bark of the dog

      I loved her from now to then

      it’s all experience

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  5. multiplemichael

    I saw a job offer in the post
    people with self-hatred
    wanted
    to measure self-hatred in others
    ———–
    which shirt should I wear ?
    the one that makes me look like a dwarf
    or the one that reeks of sentimentality

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    • eatmorewords

      the shirt without stains
      the one that doesn’t make you look like Magnum PI –
      – self hatred is a trait that cannot be measured by any outside third party –
      sentimentality is only meant for birthday cards

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    • eatmorewords

      when I wore the middling shirt* I looked overweight
      wrought with anxiety
      – never chiselled
      – my flower wilted as the buttons popped

      *the pen holder in the breast pocket made me look like a computer expert

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  6. multiplemichael

    private exercises or public playthings ?
    words on WordPress
    LIFE APPROXIMATELY EXPERIENCED
    written and meant to be read
    each reader with his/her private fancy
    each reader being 100% correct
    in what they think is correct
    intelligible words have precise meanings
    ****many mysteries are buried surrounding a good dictionary

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  7. multiplemichael

    private exercises or public playthings ?
    words on WordPress
    AND THUS HE IS KNOWN AS A PERPETUAL ADOLESCENT
    written and meant to be read
    discipline is not enough
    the reader needs deliberate discipline
    not just difficult but also painful
    the inevitability of failure
    ****daily self-involvement with the outdoors

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    • eatmorewords

      Peter Pan poetry
      perpetually pushed past public playthings

      I wanted to go back to nature I wanted to escape the city I wanted to see nothing
      no busses
      no people
      no bricks

      self involvement just means me talking to myself

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      • multiplemichael

        I asked the librarian for undiluted Peter Pan poetry
        she said, “Serpents bargain for that sort of thing outside Hades”
        the townspeople burn all perpetual poetry in Florida
        perpetual adolescence is difficult to fathom
        fraught with darkness and spontaneous erections
        speaking a different genital language
        ****a worthy specimen the young dong

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      • eatmorewords

        those Floridians and their desire to burn perpetual poetry
        what on earth do they know??
        the sun must have burned them – done things to their brains –
        in a town fraught with darkness people try and hang onto childhood
        – a childhood they don’t want to remember but one they can’t forget –

        I went to Hades for holiday, did you get the postcard?

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  8. multiplemichael

    the entire wedding was an interpretation
    like one of those school plays
    the outcome
    based on a weatherman’s prediction
    even after the ceremony
    her loneliness was to remain in the shadows
    ****I saw it once when we were young

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  9. multiplemichael

    any slippage with the mask
    and the detectives want measurements
    Peter Pan poetry
    white male readers
    with pale black moods
    that backtrack to days of mud
    and schoolbooks with missing pages
    of course you had delicate hands

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    • eatmorewords

      the mask couldn’t slip as it had been worn for too long
      it had become fused with the flesh
      all things merged
      peter pan poetry and the feeling yo could fly
      dad as captain hook
      the bogey man at night
      the delicate hands worn down by splinters

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      • multiplemichael

        I recall the blood-curdling screams as SHE tried to remove the mask
        ———————————————-as SHE tried to pull back the foreskin
        priapic singlemindedness
        endless radar traps for folks in a hurry
        a repertoire of people reading
        dollar store existentialism
        dad with his scar-contours
        self-identification—that missing hand

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      • eatmorewords

        pulled the foreskin back
        pulled it back ALL THE WAY – tight like a noose – then
        self circumcision
        biting down on tree bark to nullify the screams –
        – blunt hacks
        followed online instructions
        until the page froze
        – stuck at the final stage WHAT TO DO WITH THE DEAD SKIN?

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    • eatmorewords

      I slept peacefully with no dreams
      I awake and dreamt all day –
      the topography of everything
      the closer the contours the steeper the mountains –
      her body I can remember
      – fingers walking across her landscape

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      • eatmorewords

        she married blue Johnny – the man with his face on the note –
        blue Johnny at the antique fair
        – the organ mentioned was out of tune
        you could hear wolves howl

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      • multiplemichael

        the girl who works at the coffee counter
        often talks of the pleasurable functions of the anus
        the two way door
        the male vagina
        the need to smell oneself
        as well as others
        DO YOU MIND IF I SMELL YOUR BEHIND ?
        gay magazines and movies display tongue action
        I often think of Jesus and what he would say

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  10. multiplemichael

    talk of odd offspring
    actual sex with an ape
    countless times
    the man
    the woman
    overdeveloped curiosity
    amorous inclinations
    amorous transgressions
    ungovernable
    ———-Caucasian skin flakes on the pillow
    multiple layers of white—white fascination—white fear

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    • eatmorewords

      odd off-spring
      a missing limb

      a st st st stutter
      – everyone wanted to see the video
      – everyone wanted to see the incident
      – flesh
      touching
      flesh
      – a cheap thrill
      freeze fram watch it move forward real S L O W

      – small flakes of skin fill up the sink

      white privilege at the cemetery

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  11. multiplemichael

    thin white men standing in a line
    desperate sorry for affection
    strangely outdated trousers
    circus tent cloth
    casket silk
    window curtains from Fifth Avenue
    weak monologues of rumor and speculation
    possessive pity-love and painful remorse
    poetic overkill

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    • eatmorewords

      those cemetery delinquents
      filling in the holes without permission –
      – their bad backs
      – the broken spades
      – they spend all day looking at their future
      – depersonalised for ever being eaten by worms

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  12. multiplemichael

    THAT CRAZY PLACE WHERE YOU SLEEP IN DEATH
    ( a future archaeological site )
    visual and verbal poetry
    for sexual intellectuals
    homo-erotic attack and defense
    lunges and side-steps
    the hawk stops being a hawk—tamed
    erect without a single ejaculation
    SHE went from dry to wet to urinate

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  13. multiplemichael

    this crazy world that we re-enter
    and re-enter
    masturbators—the whole lot
    rapid eye movements
    and a busy hand
    taught to empty the bladder out of sight
    happy to pay so girls squat before our eyes
    undefined and undirected piddle

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  14. multiplemichael

    WEEKEND HARMLESS TROUSERS
    playful scenarios with curtains and casket liners
    thumbs hooked heavily in the top loops
    a tight ring around the base of Mr Wang
    the go-to-town scrotum pouch
    ————-SIN MADE FLESH
    seeker-sensitive detectives
    interrogations
    quasi-medical examinations
    cover story after cover story
    four information cards in one day

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    • eatmorewords

      those trousers, stolen from the clown
      those playful scenarios drawn out on the back of school books; re-enacted with your children’s toys – little guns
      – doctor and nurses
      – politicians and killers

      excited and confident until the pin goes in
      deflated empty ballon

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      • multiplemichael

        UNTIL THE PIN WENT IN
        so very difficult for the bride
        to censor that which has no proper censor
        punctured — thine enemy with bayonet
        satisfied motel bed exhausted
        the mattresses have exchanged
        honeymoon information

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      • eatmorewords

        who censors the censors?
        where is the list of unseeable things?
        where is the list of unspeakable acts?
        honeymoon action on fast forward
        – difficult times for the open mind

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    • eatmorewords

      the film finished
      the credits ended
      the room was still dark

      strange sounds from the projection room – odd squeaks
      the meat sweats
      erotic action : the gulf between fact and fiction

      i slipped in the lubrication

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    • eatmorewords

      weeks trying to decode the message – weeks staring at • • —••••••—- eyes crossed
      double vision blurred
      – couldn’t crack the code
      couldn’t see past the end of your nose –
      alone and punching yourself in the face
      over and over and over and over

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  15. multiplemichael

    by consent or by force
    toiling toward despair
    poetic restraints
    rituals of pain and pleasure
    affectionate humiliations
    detectives printing sexual words
    in giant block letters
    sentences that stretch out
    five or six feet
    PETER PAN POETRY BOUND IN LEATHER
    a rather sweet buckle for a grasp
    something stolen from a motorcyclist
    ****a dong with a red eye

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  16. multiplemichael

    harnessed over like a circus horse
    silk curtain trousers and a Jagger jacket
    limp-wristed farm animals walking the fence
    careful to stand beyond accusations
    like an athlete frightened of the library
    that lusty pack with their cartoon hands

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  17. multiplemichael

    underprivileged poets extremely confrontational
    bad boys and bad girls intertwining
    collaborators being the worse
    medicalized individuals
    (having been promised an early death)
    almost no one will talk about the spider pills
    the plurality of egos—the fear of photographs
    modernism like broken glass on the kitchen floor
    modernism late at night in total darkness
    just think
    pre-photographic foreplay
    blatant displays of flesh
    signaling with the skin
    touching the rectal rose
    unhinging the special flap
    the groom careful not to feminize himself

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  18. multiplemichael

    somewhere there is a list of humans
    that you have connected with
    the ways that you have connected
    I noticed that beside my name
    you printed COMPLETELY UNCONNECTED
    —————-
    daily characters—passing acquaintances
    pseudo-poets producing Peter Pan Poetry
    Italian cigarettes and spider pills
    little anecdotes about stuffed bras
    and fingers that reek of off-ripe cheese

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    • eatmorewords

      the names attached to faces attached to the neck that joins the spine all the way to the ground –
      some with flailing limbs others static
      glued to the spot
      – connections dot to dot acquaintances – vague faces
      sketchy back stories
      – I saw my name on a lists
      I saw my name all x’ed out
      my eyes cut from the picture replaced with opals

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