dilemma 

if your wife/mother/father/lover was a werewolf would you:
•feed it to the homeless

•lover her unconditionally

•poke him with a sharp stick

•donate the thing to science 

•shoot it between the eyes with a silver  

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44 comments

  1. multiplemichael

    I would ask a werewolf to:
    wear thick blue eye shadow
    jut her chest out
    combine white spaghetti strings
    with red bra straps
    a short, short skirt
    strike vampy supermodel poses
    say my name real slow
    make come-hither eyes
    have gorgeous undulating privates
    be gender resourceful
    always pick me as her favorite
    always volunteer to pay for everything

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  2. multiplemichael

    ONE NEVER HEARS THAT PHRASE ANYMORE
    a happy meal at McDonalds
    mature women who celebrate their objectification
    eating disorders and body-image
    plus size that seems average
    plus size that seems enormous
    circus tent and smaller
    full vixen attire
    “Hi, I’m Barbie”
    “Hi, I’m Britney Spears”
    women brought back to their feminine side
    a beauty pageant illusion of womanhood

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    • eatmorewords

      the irony of a happy meal
      who’s happy?
      – the chicken?
      – the cow?
      – that clown?
      – the obese four year old a with mass produced toy?
      – dead end job prospects at the drive through.
      – I saw her, she was 74% fat, plus size drinking a Diet Coke
      – everything was ironic

      the ugliest person at a beauty pageant

      admittance of feminine under duress

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      • multiplemichael

        everyone at McDonalds standing in line
        experiencing penis envy
        speculating always comes up with falsifiable claims
        ———————-*————————-
        the lady at the library desk calls children, REPLICAS
        offspring and their survival
        young hominids
        700 Robert Frost books
        not a single book on birth control
        or STD prevention
        at one time there was a book of photographs
        soldiers from the Civil War and venereal disease
        death by cannonball would have been more desirable

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      • eatmorewords

        females with penis envy while standing in a queue that never moves – boastful remarks will be proven wrong –

        all claims WILL be investigated –

        unwanted offspring congregate at city hall

        STD outbreaks at times of war
        women in the factory making bombs will explode at night

        death by cannonball would have been more desirable

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  3. multiplemichael

    people in general searching for potential boundaries
    ………………….costumes, props
    exaggerated poses on the street
    desirability is questionable
    historians with yardsticks
    measuring
    the distance between the self
    and the self-as- image
    the visual pleasure of people passing by
    entanglement encouraged

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    • eatmorewords

      invisible boundaries restrict movement
      invisible fences & ghost lines – those on that side of the line VS those on this side of the line –

      people buying disguises to hide true feelings – using theatre props to hold up their edifice –
      yardsticks used to move dog poop then used to measure the historical distance between truth self and public persona –

      visual images of people passing

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      • multiplemichael

        people passing by
        members of the poetry congregation
        errant literary judgments
        ridiculous Robert Frost shoehorned
        squinting —fresh from under the rock
        fame, thick and suffocating

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  4. multiplemichael

    the visual pleasure of people passing by
    one would guess they do secondary
    and menial things
    velvet ropes holding up the curtain trousers
    pockets full of prayers
    “please Lord, half-living is not for me”
    love as vague generalization
    sex… guilty of plagiarism and bungling
    the powers of delicacy long gone

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  5. multiplemichael

    WHY WOULD A GROWN MAN WRITE POETRY ?
    (+) FAME
    (+) MONEY
    (+) WILD SEX
    ——————-
    ——————-
    good works will be rewarded
    Sigmund Freud played an audio recording
    of his wife whining
    everything comes at an expense
    more urgent
    and tight as hell
    random sampling of people
    airport restrooms
    stand back and stroke your citizen
    think about creative writing
    and what you’re going to write

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    • eatmorewords

      grown men have experienced too many words – the are leaking words –
      they can only be stored in lines
      – no reward
      – no kudos
      – no pictures on magazine covers or red carpet walks – no reward

      – grown me with ALL the alphabet

      standing at the urinal thinking of the next line
      standing at the coffee shop thinking of the next line
      standing at the edge of the continent thinking of the next line

      airport restrooms of random people

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  6. multiplemichael

    CHOKING OFF POETRY
    the smoke of cremation ovens
    an amount never negligible
    —————————–
    the best poets, dead
    long dead
    each poem a witness
    of unhappy business
    —————————–
    you have a choice:
    (+) footnotes
    (+) a giant swallow from the frog pond

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    • eatmorewords

      the crematorium chimney reached up – a brick arm searching for stars – the smoke became the clouds and it rained dust for days –

      the best poets, undiscovered
      below the comments, a witness to this
      the last century before automation

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  7. multiplemichael

    THE LAST FIVE MINUTES BEFORE AUTOMATION
    memories wiped and replaced
    with a brother—well-behaved
    small paintings of flowers
    a sea-wave smile
    on a windless day
    promised Italian cigarettes
    and seahorses for sex
    —————-
    —————-
    a curious man
    an automaton
    nuts in a knitted sock

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    • eatmorewords

      before automation they implanted the memories
      – they sacked the flesh –

      – removed the humans from the factory and oiled the machines on standby –

      – the machines don’t have brothers,
      the machines don’t get paid –

      – machines repetitive movements like honeymoon athletics – hammer and sickle
      floating seahorses
      saltwater breeze rusts the machines –

      man with wrench
      – the nuts and bolts tightened

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  8. multiplemichael

    lose the humans
    lose the conflicts which plague humans
    the factory almost the wilderness
    animals and insects cut up by hungry scissors
    exactly what is the right kind of life for machines ?
    ———-computer driven machines with dialogue
    tractors that plow the ground like a groom on the honeymoon
    callous from years of rubbing on corduroy sheets
    machines without thighs, loins, or early novels
    machines who don’t know Herman Melville
    or dream of a Moby Dick

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    • eatmorewords

      slowly orbiting away from human traits – the automation of daily life
      minute by minute
      watching the second hands tick waiting on the alarm to signal the end of the shift
      the end of the day never comes sooner enough – the hungry stomach rubbles for sustenance
      – the hungry scissors needs to cut
      – robotic hands never tire

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  9. multiplemichael

    machines with a sharp apprehension of reality
    a morning alarm in the factory
    wake up and investigate
    the library with its biographies of metal parts
    philosophical dualism—rubber and plastic
    posters of Herman Melville near the latrine
    a man before modern literature
    who earned his living by writing
    poetic imagination mixed with fact
    they tried to poke out his eyes
    they extended the penetration
    and then SHE
    gave him generalized distinction
    a dry spot on a library shelf

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    • eatmorewords

      wake up
      investigate
      record in a pad
      revisit
      review
      moby dicks birthday
      yesterday
      a man of modern words
      walking aloof
      never spoke to a female
      shy dry spot never touched
      I could literally write line after line
      Herman Melville dartboard
      glass eyes role across the sawdust floor

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  10. multiplemichael

    bright spotlights—an important announcement
    “MAN POSSIBLY HAS A SECOND SELF”
    themes and attitudes and clusters of themes and attitudes
    whispers about dongs dwarfing in size
    owners afraid of the bottom inch
    the willed resistance of the bottom inch
    devil figures with measuring devices
    self-preservation on the radio
    ants that seem aware are afraid

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  11. multiplemichael

    modern art images of squatting men
    trails of ants going north and south
    a well taught insistence
    on keeping the family unit together
    the instinctual alarm clock screaming
    as the graveyard goes to sleep
    the morning shift girdling to go

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  12. multiplemichael

    —————————-SHE—————————————-
    one could only question a heap of pretentious nonsense
    with covers dyed indecent colors
    pillowslips for the mind
    crime crime crime

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    • eatmorewords

      always crime that intrigues the minds –
      pictures of scenes of murder, killed by a variety of weapons : poles, cables

      knives and guns
      run over by a clowns car that fell apart –

      a pillow case with eye holes cut out scared the bejesus out of young Michael

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  13. multiplemichael

    easy to remember the first time you saw the words
    ———————–successful copulation ————–
    genuinely shocking when the shine was gone
    when the best photograph haunted you no more
    without recourse to history or a wordsmith

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    • eatmorewords

      easy to recall the words on the wall – the words of the translator that flowed across the bottom of the screen
      – sex acts in the shower, teenage twitches – red faced shame in the room with your parents –
      the best photographs burned as images into your skull

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  14. multiplemichael

    in the back room of the pool hall
    the conversation was about
    WHY black slaves were in the spotlight
    (so white slaves could suffer in silence)
    ****history is famous for buzzing around
    never prospering, blossoming, or bearing fruit

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    • eatmorewords

      the non-dictionary words are street corner slang
      waiting for acceptance
      waiting for appropriation
      waiting for Kanye to hashtag them –

      then the world will drown in them until all meaning is lost and they go the way of dead continents and extinct

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  15. multiplemichael

    plagiarism and non-dictionary words
    the sweat and corruption of plagiarism
    self-immolation and the $25 lobotomy
    you find yourself on a wall
    about to fall
    —————————————————–
    —————————————————–
    memories of stubbed toes
    bruised shins—twisted nuts
    common filth with a hint of nastiness

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    • eatmorewords

      this is direct plagiarism
      “plagiarism and non-dictionary words” – see I stole that
      didn’t cost me a cent
      – mr egg on the wall
      the grazed knee the ripped denim
      – a hint of nastiness behind everything she said

      – the arsonist just liked the patterns in the smoke

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  16. multiplemichael

    savage lovemaking—the bed and bedclothes
    torn to pieces
    fluids leaking from the embryo cylinder
    conveyor-belt vagina
    ———————-
    ———————-
    semiliterate detectives
    go-go dancers
    TV dinners
    Jell-O

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  17. multiplemichael

    an entire night of musical architecture
    landscapes come and go
    many people find themselves capsized
    penthouse poets never walk through fire
    assignments of elevated duty
    spider pills and cigarettes
    exotic coffee with other night creatures
    a life of charm and fancy pants

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  18. multiplemichael

    plagiarism and non-dictionary words
    readers sniffing stink bombs in the poetry of others
    well placed turds from Robert Frost
    Miles Davis and a string of dead white women
    innumerable blondes with bottomless holes
    “if you can’t ignore something then twist it”

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