A reused meme 

the rain wet floor
the man with a birth mark in the shape of Pangea

the backwards baseball cap

the re-used meme

the re-used meme

the idea of “retro”

cumulus clouds floating 

heavy &

overhead 

all electrical goods just sitting on stand-by

waiting

the machines are waiting 

the blueprints that are 1mm out
at right angles to the rest of the world neon lights flash downtown

reflected on wet concrete 

arriving at a destination and not knowing how you got there 
my glasses leave an indentation on the side of my head
my children are asleep and I can see the signs 
a new Netflix series that goes on for 125weeks – I have no more stamina for this – 

the mundane beauty of a leisure centre, the perfection of the shopping mall 

 

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35 comments

  1. multiplemichael

    I’ve noticed that you are moving even when you are still
    perfectly still—like a comforting drink before the flight
    you struggle to stay afloat—taught to be a survivor
    the inhospitable vacuum of home
    the additional elements

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  2. multiplemichael

    baby bird get on the train
    a flesh-normalizing campaign near you
    DVDS of impossible exercise regimens
    monosyllables and cowboy boots
    cinematic poets
    (did you just cringe in shame and embarrassment ?)
    ——————–CINEMATIC POETS——————–
    recounting issues of insecurity
    seeing MOTHER in a homeless shelter
    the multiple facets and connections
    that put HER there

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    • eatmorewords

      DVDs of high impact work outs – EVERYONE HAS 30 MINUTES SPARE EACH DAY TO SWEAT – the fat housewife with hours to spare
      – – the normalisation of the unobtainable —

      – cowboy boots left at the Mosque entrance –

      soup kitchen etiquette

      Roman numerals have always confused me

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  3. multiplemichael

    weird-looking poets
    animal noises
    boisterous
    ———————–
    everyone drowning
    identical quicksand
    two feet deep
    ———————-
    famous enough–obscure enough
    I kissed Edna St. Vincent Millay

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  4. multiplemichael

    a thousand times YES
    we repeat themes, sentiments, and rhetoric
    an anal anguish is unhappy business
    personal grief so painful
    that the Pope sends a get-well card
    the same message
    sent to younger victims of sodomy
    “the heart of the Beast, you know where it belongs”

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    • eatmorewords

      Aleister Crowleys mother called him the BEAST –
      he pooped outside and dragged his arse across the ground –
      a dog with worms —–

      stuck in a loop
      the centrifugal force drags us back here – magnetised by repeating themes
      mirror images of endless reflections

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      • multiplemichael

        baby bird, one cannot reason with mirror images of reflections
        best to hide and be discreet—wrathful hounds hungry for a score
        —————————–
        looking naughty in a men’s locker room
        your frankfurter may give you away
        the fallibility of genitals
        ——————————
        an untouched body
        an innocent heart

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    • eatmorewords

      KHRUSHCHEVS SECRET ANT FARM
      where the ants are frozen and in short supply – hidden behind barbed wire fences – aerial photography yields clues
      – somewhere between sand & soil

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  5. multiplemichael

    WHAT COULD CAUSE HER SALIVA TO SMELL SO BAD ?
    unpleasant things were said
    disposable diaper gossip
    heterosexual propaganda
    stupid stupid love
    white trash wearing old underwear
    weekly storms with giant waves
    shipwreck city bedroom
    black market poetry
    ****3 OUT OF 4 READERS HAVE SALACIOUS CURIOSITY

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    • eatmorewords

      meat stuck between teeth, hidden at the back, slow rotting
      her saliva taste of meat rinds and maggots
      unpleasant things hidden
      unpleasant things these beastly men*
      – the weekly storms are plotted in graphs and recorded for prosperity

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  6. multiplemichael

    two large cables came from the forehead
    of the poet
    (+) inherited identity
    (+) supposed authenticity
    you were born in peculiar realities
    you live in peculiar realities
    it is very difficult to escape
    who was it that taught you to exploit
    and gobble up ?

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  7. multiplemichael

    the guys in the back of the pool hall
    were laughing about our glorious simian heritage
    everywhere outside in the brush—creeping fraudulence
    SLEEPWALKING—drift away from the campfire
    overwrite and underwrite—INWARDNESS
    hair and a hint of Dollar Store cheese

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    • multiplemichael

      subtract the patina of learned words
      writers toiling away with substandard verbs
      sarcastic smiles on the elevator
      the smell of herring below the waist
      knots tightening with the boss
      and the wife
      ****reality and creativity:
      the front flap on the postman’s trousers

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      • multiplemichael

        talk to your priest
        about the substantial grasp
        of your boss and his wife
        ——your professional life——
        sneak that plagiarism
        into your neighbor’s trash
        physical courtship
        within hearing distance
        poetry both heated and rhythmic
        intercourse with no specific
        points of reference

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  8. multiplemichael

    ANY QUESTIONS FOR THE DERELICTS ?
    poets with answering machines in their head
    readers calling in with requests
    “Hello, nobody home……brain-made thoughts welcome”
    codes of the underworld—cult-borne actions
    appropriate adjustments
    crouched after drugs
    alone in pajamas

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    • eatmorewords

      nobody home as the house was sold, just empty now
      save the spiderwebs and memories and shadows stalking
      remnants of other times – talking to yourself your voice sounded strange – distorted

      —–remember the 80s when you would spend hours making humours answering machine messages?—–

      —message with backing tracks
      appropriate adjustments made

      – the derelicts reflect the city of reflecting glass –

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  9. multiplemichael

    SHE said that it was extremely private
    painstakingly private
    ( highly visible and publicized )
    how could it be private ?
    minimal is better
    at least down there
    ****enormous ruffles…curds in the corners

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  10. multiplemichael

    it goes without saying
    I know you’re saving for that future safari
    cardboard trees and make-believe animals
    insects the size of Rolls-Royces
    jungle drums and nasty bug bites
    sleeping in a tent reeking of kerosene
    skintight flaps to avoid intercourse
    in the wilderness…sodomy is legal
    dress and undress
    with a gun in your hand

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    • eatmorewords

      I spent time in the Veld, got
      lost in the tundra, stumbled in the jungle
      under the canopy of child art project tress,
      peeling paint dioramas
      – we walked for days and saw time change
      we could hear the insects talk and after 16hours we found them,
      the tribe of lost accountants
      the click clacking of their adding machines echoing like jungle drums

      insects bites bigger than mars

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  11. multiplemichael

    waking up after a handful of spider pills
    naked and trembling
    one balladeering hillbilly among many
    what was the prize ?
    SHE promised to swallow
    later saying it tasted like saccharine
    which was code for less-than-acrobatic
    lovemaking
    Robert Frost stood there stripped bare
    like so many of his autumn memories

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  12. multiplemichael

    MANHOOD
    what it doesn’t do
    what it never gets close
    to pulling off
    this harpoon
    the dark tunnel
    titanic struggle
    intelligent eye
    tabloid length
    snorting
    rooting
    damn near oinking
    twirlaround poetry

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