Keaton 

listen to yourself burp and gurgle and burble and 

when you shake your head

side to side 

your eyes can’t focus 

and you get a headache 

and passersby offer help 

and words of support

or commiseration 
(it’s hard to differentiate

 sometimes

a helping hand

 or a fist in the face)
– and you think of buster Keaton and the falling house…

the way he stood perfectly poised while the house fell 

and he knew he wouldn’t come to harm 

but you thought the whole edifice would collapse on his little head –
 

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631 comments

  1. multiplemichael

    KEATON was famous for saying,
    “no matter how black and unlit jazz might be,
    it would pass and something better would spring forth”
    poets with simple words
    life without adjectives
    and adverbs

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      • multiplemichael

        every word written is a gift for the future
        there may be a limited number of words that survive
        so suck it up and spit it out
        culture is the force field that keeps the jungle outside
        flying saucers employ force fields for the same reason
        strange creatures hang up signs
        near coffee shops
        “art expresses solidarity between intellectuals”

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      • eatmorewords

        future people will not understand our present words
        the knife of evolution will reduce and change – a future of abbreviations, flarf, code –
        youth culture invent 231 new words a day
        the hip hop lexicon never uttered in coffee shops
        kids texting my grandchildren will new WHAT IS A PEN?

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      • multiplemichael

        you know the great struggle of Keaton
        TO MAINTAIN BUOYANCY
        disempowerment (parental)
        low expectations
        unspoken sexual issues
        a list of errands with bald tires
        ****had to sign papers that he would remain silent

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      • eatmorewords

        his biggest challenge was GRAVITY
        an audience saw in colour but viewed
        antics in black and white
        a visual world displaced from the rough brickwork
        of everyday
        – his larynx slowed withered
        died
        mute
        falling into the earth

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      • multiplemichael

        BULLYING YOUNGER MEN
        AND DRINKING STRONG TEA
        A MAKE-BELIEVE WORLD
        WHERE THE BETTER BLOG-PEOPLE
        REVEL IN THOUGHTS OF URINATION
        POETS WHO PEE ON OTHER PEOPLE
        INNOCENT STRANGERS STANDING IN LINE
        PEOPLE DINING AT OUTDOOR CAFES
        ——–URINATING WITH INFANTILE ABANDON—–
        ****confrontations between apathy and evil

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      • eatmorewords

        thoughts of urination lead to thoughts of urination until the dam breaks
        a damp dark patch TELL TALE signs
        better bloggers are SAFER bloggers – no offending when you stay on the track

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      • multiplemichael

        I visited my psychiatrist today
        he was sitting there in his office
        wearing a large black coat
        and a black hat pulled down
        the side of his face
        I asked him
        if he was the Phantom of the Opera
        He said, “in this office there is a distinction
        between right and wrong. continue to talk
        like that and you’ll get no more pleasure pills”
        I was thinking that he could be a sacrificial calf
        the more I thought about it
        the more he seemed perfect
        for a neck cutting
        one quick slice the rat bastard
        ————————————
        ————————————
        every three hours
        I take a dose of Dionysian
        famous for causing run-on thoughts
        ****if one distrusts words—stay away from Dionysian

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      • eatmorewords

        my psychiatrist wears head to toe in brown corduroy- when he moves you can hear the static of rubbing cloth –
        small sparks
        small sparks he sits in a brown leather chair and disappears – I hear a voice
        his voice is treacle and razors
        – he doodles symbols on paper not listening
        – he has no answers
        he offers placebo words and bills me weekly

        – the air outside sticks like tar
        every time I arrive home I scrub

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      • multiplemichael

        after listening to jazz
        the muscles of the mind
        are never able to recover
        their natural shape
        ———————–
        shapeless fellows
        bellowing in pain
        possibly typewriter repairmen
        ———————–
        jazz and romance
        (+) preliminary finger exercises

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      • eatmorewords

        listening to jazz
        like coming up with the bends
        or 6 weeks in space

        she looked pretty in the daylight
        but better at night

        the lost art of typewriter repair

        (pens stored in a museum to be looked at)

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    • multiplemichael

      just think—to be employed at a task
      concocting humor
      a temporary emotional defense
      a small island in an ocean of loneliness
      **** as though the past were the present
      living life
      but not being exclusively bound to it
      surface action directed to make others laugh
      the windows of reality serve a dual purpose

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      • multiplemichael

        patternless in life but suddenly SHE imposed patterns
        in youth the cry for pleasure was easy to synchronize
        now quintessential paradise is in the shower stall
        a million sinful thoughts to resolve the dilemma
        90mph with the backside towards the door
        to think at the first you could speak
        each other’s language
        ****double entendres

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      • multiplemichael

        (+) THE TOWER OF BABEL
        (+) THE CURIE HOUSE
        SHE has the Stigmata
        —————————
        painful wheels of rebirth
        turn towards Dark Town
        jazz with its mock crucifixion
        poets on the ground
        in imitation of Christ
        I wanted to laugh
        but things were too serious
        dark urges were visible
        trying not to listen
        to the inner mouth
        ——————–
        not a good idea
        to write about the surveillance
        detectives like peacocks on parade
        many a behind smeared with excrement

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      • eatmorewords

        Adele had the stigmata –
        date night consisted of beer and a box of smokes – bleeding palms from the unsubtle wounds –
        physical pain loses to imaginary pain –
        I stifled a laugh at the funeral
        – I stifled a laugh at your birth –
        never a good idea to pee in front of the detectives
        they will just use it as evidence

        – this cycles has lost its chain
        pointless pedalling up steep inclines

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      • multiplemichael

        what could happen
        what did happen
        HISTORY like a tiny snake
        it had to be small to ward off the Romantics
        each day a plethora of trivia
        a simple semblance of truth
        they say
        the new middle class is the former upper class
        calendar kings who can paraphrase
        a weekly schedule for $53,000 per year
        Open Mouth Christians free of superstition

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      • eatmorewords

        feminists tell me they hate HIStory – I feign interest in the majority of what I see
        – at work fat woman bore me with diet talk
        I’m currently 3/4 of a way through a bottle of wine watching people fall over TV
        simple trivia
        confused facts

        the proletariat will rise again

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    • multiplemichael

      canary-in-the-coal-mine sodomy
      robust readers walk away
      poets keel over
      endless self-questioning
      somehow responding with words
      brief flirtations with confessional prose
      ****nervous giggles, baby bird

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    • multiplemichael

      you were asked to react the way one would react
      if one came face to face with a poet
      don’t kid yourself, reality is booby-trapped
      catch a glimpse of the other side
      and pay the price

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      • eatmorewords

        the other side where rumours persist that the grass is greener –
        i looked from a hole in the fence –
        no grass
        just concrete,
        shopping trolleys,
        ephemera from the time when truth died,
        people looking at screens
        a car, a bus,
        starving dogs
        queues at the coffee shop
        landfills of disused poets
        but no grass –

        I looked through a hole in the fence

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      • multiplemichael

        they say that ain’t jelly around the hole
        ( straight from a C&W tune )
        doodley-squat
        sprinkled with question marks
        self-indulgent poetry
        with an Indianapolis crust
        shattered flarf
        with another Indianapolis crust
        Kentuckians on television trying to spell Kentucky
        the level of misery around them
        extended beyond the borders of the tube
        ———————
        abortive subject matter
        fluctuations in Sunday service
        the pastor drives a Buick straight-shift
        ( reciprocal admiration on WordPress )

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      • eatmorewords

        administrators are lurking behind coded walls –
        – they are there in the background
        detectives learnt behaviour
        Florida 2017
        a thousand TVs
        – shattered flarf
        scattered words collected in buckets by entrepreneurs and sold online

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      • eatmorewords

        poetry in the form of a list
        •the last film you watched
        •your first LP
        •the split between church and state
        •the time before fake news
        •youthful experimentation with people who’s names escape you

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      • eatmorewords

        in
        out
        shake it all about
        (dirty curtain)
        (post honeymoon blues, loose change
        loose teeth)

        gender so fluid it leaks from every pore
        – so much so
        I know one day I’ll have to swim out of the house –

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    • multiplemichael

      I saw Robert Frost today
      death has been hard on him
      all broken down with bad eyes
      he was no longer concerned
      with the meaning of life
      or the direction of history
      I complimented him
      on his Philip K. Dick t-shirt
      he made mention
      of my neighbors on the roof
      a hairbrain idea to outsmart the Flood

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      • eatmorewords

        hair brain scheme to avoid the flood was to go high
        high
        where birds fly and no cars go –

        postcards of the American flag posted with Philip K.Dicks face replacing the stars –

        they left space in the dictionary for new words

        history goes both backwards and forwards

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    • multiplemichael

      man’s inhumanity to man
      Sodomy in Schenectady
      surface cynicism with a twist of lemon
      man on man—cautious handling
      how rough is rough ?
      ask yourself,
      AM I RESPONDING SYMBOLICALLY TO LIFE ?
      ****the poetic satirist must assault allegiances
      ****first-person business, Sodomy in Schenectady
      ****a hot toddy is priceless in the winter time

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      • eatmorewords

        hidden & unknown in the basement
        a brown bricked building in Schenectady-
        really alone with eyes in a book
        – flirting between first and third person narratives –

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    • multiplemichael

      the basic ideas of conversational poetry
      the bedrock of what is being said
      moral, experimental, or neither
      ——originality of perception——
      free-form amoeba poetry
      peculiar suggestions
      entirely inappropriate statements
      sodomy sprinkled with question marks
      belly up sodomy

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      • eatmorewords

        ON THE BRINK OF A GREASY FORK
        – is just a perfect image for life in Leviathan –
        I tried to gather up all the cells around me
        I tried to capture all the dead pieces of skin that left my body I wanted to recreate my self –
        something more useful then a cardboard cut out –
        something more substantial

        automatic writing and conversational poetry – building blocks that will hold the edifice up

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      • eatmorewords

        the paper cuts was the name of my first band – garage rock
        and tight pants
        a bad version of the Ramones
        1
        2
        3
        4
        – on the lower slopes
        the snow never settled

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      • multiplemichael

        private thoughts about excessive enthusiasm
        in cheap motel rooms
        SHE was an emissary
        perhaps the daughter of a detective
        beauty and delicacy on a two dollar bedspread
        light kisses and petting north of Mexico
        a simple act of lust not a battle
        innocent victims fall prey at church
        or at home with mother absent
        motel lovers accept their responsibility
        they murmur not

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      • multiplemichael

        a scenario at the cheap motel
        SHE suggested we try something far-fetched
        my mind was blurred by the possibility
        of doing something different
        the unavoidable truth of the matter
        I never thought about the “mess”
        what must have been 3 pounds
        of wet, sticky Kalamazoo brown

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      • eatmorewords

        she suggested we try something far fetched so we tried to like each other
        – the unavoidable truth
        familiarity breeds contempt
        she hated his shadows and the meat and bones that cast it
        – there we stuck together though
        emotional glue and human yeast

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      • multiplemichael

        years and years of “doggy-style” sodomy
        and then melodramatic love enters the picture
        not wanting to jeopardize the relationship
        belly up sodomy becomes the flavor

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      • multiplemichael

        simple domestic poetry acquires tragic dimensions
        Hollywood comes to Shanty Town and films a feature
        “POETS WHO READ POETRY ABOUT OTHER POETS”
        poets reading poetry about poets writing poetry
        poets reading poems about poets
        alternately embracing the characters
        and then tossing them to the curb
        empathizing
        sympathizing
        mocking tones of adults
        childish giggles
        tall ladders and powerful flashlights
        the former cannot subsist without the latter
        $10 question—can you tolerate the harsh necessities of life ?

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      • eatmorewords

        domestic poetry stored in purpose built cabinets – in some states they alphabetise them
        in others they store them by theme –
        some house wife’s reach for flour only to grasp three verses about Leviathan-

        the invisible children giggle like fairies and loons

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      • multiplemichael

        soft click clacks of a keyboard
        two hours before the workaday world
        sacrifice the higher aspirations ?
        anguish over the lower cravings ?
        thinking about a future poem:
        “ON THE BRINK OF A GREASY FORK”

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      • eatmorewords

        THE MILLION DOLLAR QUESTION : “how does one disgorge themselves from the greasy fork?”
        – does he get friends to pull it out?
        – a huge magnet?

        great brains are looking at a solution

        the president isn’t even aware of the misuse of cutlery

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    • multiplemichael

      a secret room full of comedians
      and jazz musicians
      on the Ark ?
      an angel making animal sounds
      flying over the Ark
      the rooster went
      “cock-a-doodle-doo”
      ****was the Ark burglar-proof ?
      ****was there exercise equipment ?
      ****was there a poster of Frank Zappa standing at the Pearly Gates ?

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      • eatmorewords

        the secret rooms kept the animals awake
        – the trumpet screech from the jazz room – the unseen sounds –
        Noah in the sauna
        the canteen was vegetarian as they didn’t want to offend the animals

        a sense of cannibalism hung in the air

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    • multiplemichael

      major question of the day:
      what color
      were the descendants of the Ark ?
      the entire human experience unfolded from the Ark
      Noah had carefully packed everything they would need
      ****giant radio telescopes and props for the “Lion King”
      ****Noah secretly tossed a box of regrets overboard one night

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      • eatmorewords

        the descendants were a beautiful colour but it’s what was inside that counted –
        the left the ark riding the back of donkeys and lions –
        they rated trip as 4.2 out of 5
        – a few complained about the lack of WIFI and soft sheets
        But they all feed the views we’re exceptional

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      • multiplemichael

        ——poetry that reaches its destination——
        rumors that the “box of regrets” tossed overboard
        from the Ark was discovered by the Germans
        and played a major role in World War Two
        ****necessitates fanciful reconstruction

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      • eatmorewords

        the box of regrets was retrieved by Nazis in well pressed uniforms
        their boots shone like a newly discovered star
        – they thought it was the Ark of the Covenant*
        – load onto a train it made its way across the cold east

        and when the Ark arrived at port the box of regrets wasn’t even on the manifest

        *they got the Arks confused

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    • multiplemichael

      on his deathbed
      an angel came to Noah
      and asked him
      “have you decided where you are going ?”
      ————————–
      after the rearing of all future children
      God asks that crazy question

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      • eatmorewords

        a deathbed – its
        sounds comfortable doesn’t it?
        – wrapped up in duvets and waiting for death, head on a pillow
        – no time for silly questions
        – no time for earthly regrets

        in the papers today they had a double page spread – an interview with Noah
        all stylised and clean

        (his beard spelt of honey and cinnamon)

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      • multiplemichael

        FLARF and cross-Channel rivalry
        ————————————
        ————————————
        the next article was about all those women
        who fell victim to knock-out drugs
        and found themselves
        at the mercy of a famous person
        “sauce for the goose is not sauce for the gander”
        abominable actions occurred
        no one really knows
        possibly inappropriate Italian bedroom antics
        possibly inappropriate French bedroom actions
        however, nothing Chinese or Amish

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      • eatmorewords

        land masses connected by tunnels and wires – nothing lost in translation but still there’s confusion over words
        and the context

        that fear you feel when you see the security camera footage and know it’s not you
        but someone playing you
        in a mask
        wearing a wig

        there are people who find it abominable that their not famous
        not in their own country and definitely not in China

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    • multiplemichael

      pre-existing terms on the honeymoon
      ————————————————-
      poetry that plays games
      and indulges in humor
      poetry that permits the reader
      to break out in vigorous applause
      words on the rickety-bridge
      intuitive leap after intuitive leap
      ringing up passion on a cash register
      shoehorning micro-adjustments
      on that worrisome part of the anatomy

      —————————————————
      —————————————————
      the state of languishing on the honeymoon bed
      the narrow passage and the foreign worm

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      • multiplemichael

        poetry about the senseless finality of death
        sleeping in the post-surgery room
        pillows full of vivid memories
        the air was cooler than the water
        she gave you a sponge bath
        the front side the back side
        and the danger zone between

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    • multiplemichael

      a quick peek in the FLARF jar
      I saw old-London criminal slang
      countless terms for bulbous anatomy
      worrisome female fluids
      outsized warts
      an unmistakable aroma
      honkers
      nuggets
      eccentric particularities
      a skeleton of a language scourer

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      • eatmorewords

        London criminal slang spread like a plague during the war years – soldiers in Virginia sounded like East End villains –
        warts and all
        wet socks
        trench foot
        weak tea
        the words are just skeletal bones
        context adds the meat

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    • multiplemichael

      who the hell says things like
      the you of yesterday is not extinguished ?
      merged, blurred, blended
      COLLABORATING
      revising the conversations
      fragmentary insights
      manufactured in private
      surrounded by the living dead
      often forced to face the unfaceable
      ****spent and still articulating

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    • multiplemichael

      it was gender bender day
      at the truck stop
      wee ones and in-betweens
      a couple of jelly doughnuts
      a Feisty Fox
      a Goldilocks
      gum chewing knockouts
      one ancient granny
      claimed she’d did Cole Porter

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      • eatmorewords

        inbetween genders all in dungarees and short hair -who cares where they piss?
        as long as they wash their hands
        WASH YOUR HANDS
        and comb your hair

        he was eating the chewing gum he stored under classroom tables

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    • multiplemichael

      “A QUICKENING LOOK” from an angel
      no value in a plea
      life is little more
      than the first page of a novel
      drugs bring up phrases from gospel songs
      “I was his and he was mine”
      ————————–
      no time to wait
      I just jumped in
      and swam across the Jordan

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    • multiplemichael

      it is impossible for the fatherless angel
      to achieve a genuine sense of self
      humanizing angels so they can reproduce
      “playing God”
      the black chorus was loud this morning
      I saw many things upon the faces
      here in Dark Town—pathologies galore
      they say that suffering has redemptive possibilities
      a truckload of agony for next to nothing

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      • multiplemichael

        don’t try to play that Baroque crap
        near the Billiard Hall
        hide your Martini when you drive by
        it’s not the place, it’s the spacing
        a long row of letters
        where does one stop ?
        where does one start ?
        coffee counter girl full of praise
        alcohol and tobacco
        weed and meth
        expensive socks
        a sock-of-the-month club for movie stars
        a geometric groin that promises happiness
        as Robert Frost would report, “a touch of greenness”
        YES, somewhere in the jungle of rot and deadwood
        a touch of greenness

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      • eatmorewords

        ” a touch of greenness around the gills” – in black pen in your file
        “He had a touch of greenness “, your doctor said,” around the gills”
        – he wondered if you were a fish?
        – a mouth in the shape of O

        all the letter lined up until the heavy ones fell over
        toppled under the weight of expectations WOULD THE LETTER BE USED CORRECTLY OR WOULD IT GO TO WASTE

        non refundable at the library

        yearly subscriptions to the sock of the month club came with a catalogue which she only read to look at the ankles

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      • multiplemichael

        sopranos outside
        throwing notes at the window
        mad as hell
        because children in the neighborhood
        are lacking rudimentary care
        thin, pale—the young ones are exhibitionists
        coffee counter girl draws the draperies
        “God made that membrane for a reason”

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    • multiplemichael

      you’re making love 90mph
      and suddenly a black chorus
      comes marching in
      singing “sweet Jesus”
      ———-what next a portable guillotine?
      memories of the straitjacket and the padded cell
      varicose veins in her woman parts
      like licking a salamander
      tell me again, the pros and cons

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      • multiplemichael

        a nomad society
        what the hell does that mean ?
        coffee counter girl told me to go mow my lawn
        the shame of being a white man
        pushing a lawnmower in public
        people drive by and frown
        a white man down

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      • eatmorewords

        white sociologists slumming it in dark town*
        looking for authenticity
        seeking a truth only found in numbers and poetry

        cutting ties with their privilege
        drinking coffee 24hrs a days

        immersed & undercover

        *a search party was sent to bring ’em back**

        ** they were found in the pool hall
        covered in chalk

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      • multiplemichael

        traffic lights at a busy intersection
        3 colors in her eyes
        all kinds of tranquillizers
        SHE said that no pill could harness her
        not even those from the billiard hall
        ————————————–
        SHE said that in the past
        sex was a Ferris wheel
        now it was just a scooter
        with a low back tire

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      • eatmorewords

        the scooter was so low
        her bum dragged on the ground
        – scratches turning to scars
        – three pills the colours of traffic lights
        – she always went on green

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      • multiplemichael

        SHE said that any claim to innocence
        was an admission to lechery
        erotic discomfort in a tweed jumper
        ****strong seismographic fluctuations
        ——————————————
        the telephone always rings
        during naked gymnastics
        anonymous callers
        trying to zip up the situation
        somersaults before sodomy
        longings for something distasteful

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      • eatmorewords

        my imagination was stalled at a red light
        – all new ideas left in the waiting room – surrounded by aches and pains and secrets ailments
        – do you really want to tell the Dr the truth?
        your thoughts drifted back to more elastic days
        somersaults & backflips

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      • eatmorewords

        (a comedic scene:
        unbuckled trousers around your ankles as you stumble around the hotel room
        knocking over a lamp
        spilling a cup)

        when they see you at work early they always ask if you shit the bed

        (there is humour in the darkroom)

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      • multiplemichael

        the doctor seems deeply saddened
        when I refuse to shake his hand
        my guilt of waywardness
        is extremely close to the surface
        my tiny part in life’s riches
        to be exacerbated
        (+) aberrations

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      • eatmorewords

        weary in the waiting room
        knowing the doctor would want to prod and poke
        but he wouldn’t explain why
        he never did

        in France there are leaning to the left

        the guilt
        I left it at the door

        my small part in their life’s
        I just hope they will remember

        broken veins on a broken noise

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      • eatmorewords

        ornithologists with binoculars
        hiding in bushes
        taking notes
        ALWAYS TAKING NOTES
        – some sketching the horned toe
        – others just looking
        – their sinister nature
        always looking

        the ornithologists looking for the worm

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      • multiplemichael

        ———-NUT SAC POETRY———-
        observation without restraint
        constantly taking notes
        years of note taking
        committed to employment
        each minute of each day
        an exceptional performance
        you are you
        ****poets who fear poems where characters suffocate

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      • multiplemichael

        ——-(100%) poets find no consolation in knowing
        Emily Dickinson died a virgin———-
        ————————————————————–
        ————————————————————–
        coffee counter girl saw your name on a police blotter
        she said, “he seeks in other men what he never found in his father”
        nearly bankrupt from purchasing pills
        a splendid summer day
        and a big bag of meth
        saying naughty words
        in private

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      • eatmorewords

        those days of meth
        are part of history – small burns on fingertips
        – real father left a father shaped hole
        – substitute father waiting on the touchlines (his notebook contained his game plan)

        GET ME ON THE PITCH COACH
        GET ME ON THE PITCH AND I’LL SHOW YOU WHAT I CAN DO

        splendid summer day were you were sunglasses all day long

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      • multiplemichael

        how many hours after the honeymoon
        did impatience arrive ?
        ceremonies of extreme boredom
        and simple boredom
        one morning spent
        tossing furniture out into the front swale
        I tried to conquer the forces
        but I returned to Oberammergau
        expecting to be Christ

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      • eatmorewords

        the flesh under the nail
        the dried blood that looked brown
        the letters from the school to warn of infestation
        YOU BURN YOUR CHILDs HAIR
        THERE IS A PLAGUE

        skinheaded kids looking like cue balls from
        the pool hall

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    • multiplemichael

      the constraints of a living room childhood
      leaking hormones watching the tube
      a flash goes off inside your mind
      and you go to the bathroom
      and yank off
      sometimes with a sex goddess
      sometimes with the cranky librarian
      almost everything is colored in flesh tones
      sexual partners—what will they be like ?

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      • multiplemichael

        what better pleasure than smoking a stolen cigarette ?
        ———————-from the caveman circle
        a groin inherited from a gorilla predecessor
        somebody in gorilla speaks the Gospel
        I thank God for the gasoline and the appliances
        I thank God for my vulgar sweetheart
        jazzy organ music and grunts from the priest
        what would intelligent children think ?
        stupid adults and their games

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      • eatmorewords

        the pleasure of theft played out in a black and white French film
        – from caveman to the White House, backroad billiard rooms to monks doused in gasoline
        – they all thanked God for this and that not really knowing what the gorilla grunts meant
        – life really is just guess work

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      • multiplemichael

        (the sound of trumpets)
        daydreams about young healthy studs
        dressed in the uniforms
        of the Canadian Northwest Mounted Police
        no demands above sexual hunger and thirst
        ————————————————
        ————————————————-
        the coffee counter girl
        and a cycle of denial and neglect
        you know we never kiss

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      • eatmorewords

        I have dug a hole
        so deep
        I’ll need a trustworthy friend to bury me and keep the location a secret

        give my trumpet to charity
        fill my ears with soil and sand

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      • multiplemichael

        ———-DEATH BY VIPER——————–
        the sudden loss of Robert Frost
        indescribable at best
        millions of readers
        a poet of the generations
        deadwood from father to son
        I told Death to paddle his ass
        across the river
        ————-
        ————-
        do not think that he was a happy poet
        dedicated to descriptions
        of the seasons
        millions of readers
        each one a stranger
        not a single hand to hold

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      • eatmorewords

        death paddled his ass up river
        he came by canoe
        run ashore and observed by fish
        the ticking hand of his watch
        – he granted permission to the idiot savant
        he enabled the fortune teller

        ———

        someone had the idea to drop boxes of poetry into war zones and famine towns

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      • multiplemichael

        tourists are warned to stay clear of Paris, France
        city-wide loneliness beyond overpowering
        residents dying from stress and neglect
        the taste of loneliness put into words
        what human can master that feat ?
        poets leaping from tall buildings
        their pockets full of scribbles
        many missing lips

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      • eatmorewords

        to yank off and release the hormones
        how many hours spent in the darkened room with thoughts of Farah Fawcett and Bo Derek?
        – memories that are BRIGHT
        -memories you want to share with the coffee counter girl

        but you wait till the coffee goes cold and you leave the room

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      • multiplemichael

        hours spent in a dark room
        with a chair and a whip
        trying to train a wild lion
        a background soundtrack
        of Robert Frost confessing
        that not only had he
        sucked his own tongue
        in puberty driven madness
        but also that of his sister
        and one of her friends
        ****easy to make lamps burn at night
        difficult to deal with human sexuality

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      • eatmorewords

        spent time in a darkroom but I wasn’t developing pictures
        – i was looking at the wall
        a low hum as a soundtrack
        that dull throb of my internal engine
        the heart does beat
        the dryness of my tongue
        still going through puberty
        I think

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      • eatmorewords

        in a dark room
        developing pictures of datktown at night
        you can’t see the shadows
        you can only feel the edges

        (Brad Pitt says he doesn’t consider himself an actor)

        of course money buys discretion
        money buries the bodies

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    • multiplemichael

      you lived your entire childhood
      and never once thought
      somersaults before sodomy
      yet, at the police station
      hundreds of reports
      of sodomy after somersaults
      photographs of banged bums
      not one single “IT WAS GLORIOUS”

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      • multiplemichael

        20 years without anyone
        mentioning the amount of misunderstanding
        involved with pricing fried chicken
        Robert Frost was on the evening news
        spreading fertilizer again
        the smell seems to correct
        the measure of his thoughts
        ——————–
        ——————–
        unlimited separation
        move to Paris
        and escape marital unhappiness
        the savagery of loneliness
        only a strong man can endure

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      • multiplemichael

        daydreaming about digging a tunnel
        with a stolen spoon
        the neighbor’s poodle
        on an electric rotisserie
        cheap candy coated with romance
        later they float in the commode
        the slender film of love gone

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      • multiplemichael

        a paper bag of leftovers
        what price do they request
        for fried chicken ?
        the smell of chicken fat lingers
        stubborn fried chicken in poetic terms
        the throes of corduroy passion
        the sound of plump thighs
        the smell of bay rum

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    • multiplemichael

      not a single person discusses
      the price of fried chicken
      in Dark Town
      music has replaced the voices
      from the television set
      a thick wilderness of weeds
      cover old footholds
      no one remembers the path
      ———————————–
      no one remembers the wedding reception
      the 12-gauge double-barrel honeymoon
      kissed and caressed without common sense
      places someday he would return
      places someday he would replace
      ———————————–
      at the police station
      when the detective points
      at the photograph of the dead wife
      he calls her body a carcass

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      • multiplemichael

        the coins were made from bogus metal
        plastic coins would have had more value
        they stole that stupid money
        and now it is counterfeit
        hasty optimism gone wrong—gone comical
        I wasn’t laughing
        the long gradual climb
        (thank God I didn’t need sex)
        ———————————-
        ———————————-
        when we passed through a grove of maples
        I saw Robert Frost waiting for the leaves to change

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      • eatmorewords

        fake coins devalued the economy
        coins that melted in the heat
        bent in your pocket
        in hundred years the future will find
        it funny we used metal and paper
        to exchange for goods and feelings and mortar
        and food

        micro-chipped future kids
        sexless and pale

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      • multiplemichael

        readers do not ignore the poetry
        of the cash register
        FEED THE DEVIL
        for a few dollars
        they wanted me to review my intimacies
        “just think of the pleasure they will bring”
        but all my pleasures are lethal
        behind me a string of graves
        tourists and prostitutes wave
        am I famous ?

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      • multiplemichael

        tap water and dry toast
        folding chairs
        the nostalgia jar lid missing
        sleeping with the blade of a guillotine
        under my pillow
        afraid to go outside
        cancer is everywhere
        ( A P R I L 2 0 1 7 )

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      • eatmorewords

        (APRIL 2017)
        things slowly unscramble
        crumble
        the continent shifts
        we are oblivious to the slight movements
        of crumbled wet bed sheets
        the cheque the bank sent me disintegrate d

        April was everywhere
        a hair between teeth

        May will be a razor blade

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      • multiplemichael

        AT THE POOL HALL
        they talk about one-night stands
        one-hour stands
        one-climax
        and go home
        ———–
        trying not to think about
        naked butts sitting on folding chairs
        somebody wiped on my towel
        was it a bone or a hole ?

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      • eatmorewords

        pool hall revere the boasts of idle men a desire not to die a virgin
        failed attempts
        53 times
        unable to perform
        unable to operate

        the constant image of the black Converse trainer in the dead leg of Kurt Cobain just put him off

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      • multiplemichael

        someone coughed thousands of miles away
        perhaps in the Netherlands
        and the tropics of her groin
        went into total lockdown
        her sexual address
        lost all lovingness
        warmth

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      • multiplemichael

        ALONE ON AN ELEVATOR
        thinking of weird word combinations
        from my youth
        the prostitutes in our small town
        are from somewhere else
        it is easy to see the suffocation
        in their facial features
        the thrusting of intercourse
        the splendor of release
        winning at sex
        poetry about cash money
        not fallen leaves
        or rainbows

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      • multiplemichael

        lingering cooked cabbage
        religion in a church basement
        want me to draw you a picture ?
        Satan talking with his genitals
        don’t be dumb
        folding chairs with stains
        Momma thought it was chewing tobacco juice
        Boy Scout Sodomy —-uncomfortable riding home
        the front seat thought maybe I had worms

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      • eatmorewords

        death metal sing-a-longs
        meat hook sodomy
        burning Norwegian church
        sitting on a folding chair waiting for the sun to fall in your head

        at work a constant need to put your hand in your pocket and adjust yourself

        front pocket billiards

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      • multiplemichael

        start out strong in the morning
        puke the first bottle
        most of the second
        idiots waiting for traffic lights
        I call for a pizza with olives
        told them to send someone
        (+) interested in cash
        (+) rated X

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      • eatmorewords

        pizza the size of satellites that scan the sky for alien noise
        – a noise unheard
        – aliens on mute
        – aliens of standby

        money is only with the value we place on it

        beauty is in the eye of the beholder

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      • multiplemichael

        if you aren’t interested in sex
        at least sweep up some of the dead bugs
        help with the switch from the Epistle
        snort some crank
        cover up your circle
        coffee counter girl
        you tell me the ground rules
        and I laugh
        money makes men strong

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      • eatmorewords

        I was interested in sex as a young man – constant thoughts
        never more then a few seconds from my mind –
        I’ve resigned to a future of sexless days
        just looking
        theory not practise

        money makes men strong for a short while

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      • multiplemichael

        lovers, real or imaginary
        are lined up out front
        wanting me to respond
        to their slings of regret
        “God rest you merry folk”
        ye who once yielded
        permit me my solitude
        I am no longer suffocated

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      • multiplemichael

        Boy Scout sodomy
        acrobatics inside the tent
        grueling and unremittent pain
        an introduction to penitentiary life ?
        the miracle of pedaling pain into pleasure
        a gallon of boiling jism through a penile tube

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      • eatmorewords

        the Boy Scout association of america
        voted against the sodomy badge
        something to do with portraying them
        in a bad light

        people just got on with whittling wood
        camping near bears and worshipping jesus

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      • multiplemichael

        do readers of astonishing talent
        ever let their guard down ?
        encounter words
        that reveal themselves ?
        an inner life full of desperation
        complete isolation
        squeezed in a small space
        with a 1000 people
        everyone wearing undergarments
        everyone coated with loneliness
        (adults drinking loneliness out of alcohol bottles)
        ****Noah once asked God to lessen his loneliness

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      • multiplemichael

        innocent lusts
        Boy Scouts wrestling
        coated with suntan lotion
        roast beef farts in the tent
        a piece of tail at such an age
        ****sodomy without a dictionary

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  2. multiplemichael

    (the specific burdens of color)
    Dark Town is surrounded by a small jungle
    I live just north of the jungle
    I can hear the nightly campfire drums
    I know what struggles out there
    nature is wide-awake discord and turmoil
    like walking in shoes made of thorns

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    • eatmorewords

      at night all i can hear is the static buzz of a TV
      mewing cats
      soft click clacks of a keyboard
      a car crash and i know amongst it all there
      is a beauty were all trying to touch…

      maybe it’s just behind the church?
      maybe it was left behind under a seat
      in a victim support group?
      maybe it was washed off the streets while we slept?

      i won’t apologise for where i was born or the colour of my hair

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      • multiplemichael

        static buzz of a TV
        lyrics to a heavy metal song
        I warned you about assembled librarians
        LIBRARIANS being surgeons of cancerous literature
        jars of tongues and tiny fingers
        breast lumps and prostate matter
        ————————-()
        Satan resides in the WIFI
        Daddy with his lower elementals
        offering realistic portrayals of birth
        in the female bathroom
        psychological birth control
        ****Tyrants in the manufacture of babies (nothing mysterious)

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      • eatmorewords

        imagine a librarian who hated books, detested words or couldn’t even read – each day a cancer grew
        a body ravaged with resentment seeing these young guns reading
        eating words
        – furious librarian in a world of words
        – at night she would remove words from books, rip away whole chapters – small flecks of dandruff on her collar-
        a burning desire to pee
        – a slow WIFI resulted in a lack of academic attainment

        the past overlapped the future
        on a venn diagram of life she was firmly in the middle

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      • multiplemichael

        all night long you rubbed your fingers together
        to suggest the large amount of money involved
        I won’t mention the airtight explanations
        or the facial expressions of the detectives
        ****vodka gimlets, soaked with perspiration
        big pouty lips
        in the correct light
        Adele became Liz Taylor

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      • multiplemichael

        putting a good light on harsh truths
        suffocating on pills
        having suffocated a thousand times before
        no way to reduce the emotional volume
        a metal fence and three meals a day
        washed down like a pound dog
        left to dry slowly in isolation

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      • multiplemichael

        swimming in a sea of reminiscence
        a neighborhood boy
        got a terrible paper cut
        from the fence
        and
        I had to pay a handsome fee
        ———————-
        ———————-
        PURIFIED BY POETRY:
        the doctor at the hospital
        examined the boy’s genitals
        very closely
        as it turned out
        the injury was on his elbow
        ****unsettling thoughts are easily ignored
        ****an innocent finger in the bum

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      • multiplemichael

        (ADULT MAGAZINES) SERVANTS IN SHOES THAT pinch
        ———–selective breeding
        ———–extermination
        a post-Marxist mood—shoes that PINCH
        ———–in varying degrees
        ———–based on gender, education, obedience
        reenactments of the past—SHOES THAT pinch
        ****Ulysses in shoes that pinch
        ****steadily dwindling, Ulysses in 2017

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      • eatmorewords

        literal, adult magazines full of pictures of adults doing adult things:
        fixing a table
        car engine maintenance
        filling in a tax form
        – nothing for the kids to see –

        a lose lace won’t loosen the pitching shoe

        a youthful belief in the historical dialectic, a bust of Marxist
        A MILLION IDENTICAL BICYCLES

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      • multiplemichael

        shoes that pinch
        either by necessity or choice
        poets on the street articulating
        the subtle and complex dynamics
        of the common shoe
        possibly the size of a poet’s intentions
        feet that have grown
        ****the shoe repairman was upset

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      • multiplemichael

        a steadily dwindling percentage of readers
        who can concentrate beyond the pinch of the shoe
        poets providing privileged insights into the art of being barefoot
        images of Roman soldiers cutting off healthy feet at the ankle
        images of Herbie Hancock floating in the sky like a kite
        no need for legs or feet or shoes
        lick the sweating poppy
        ****I was so happy that I had my submission ticket

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      • eatmorewords

        the pinch of the shoe reminded him he was alive – the privileged never knew THAT PINCH – a life of fresh socks and well fitted shoes made them glide through life –
        gliding like Herbie Hancock
        – the freedom of a sandal
        I’ve always been suspicious of those who walk barefooted (a god complex)

        the ghost of Gil Scott Heron loomed like a Gary Oldman Dracula cloud

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      • multiplemichael

        servants in shoes that pinch
        commonly accepted meanings and associations
        of “shoes” and “pinch”
        the female organ—the physical organ
        squeezes out the baby like a turd
        they say that it hurts
        COMBAT
        home and haven outside chaos
        POETRY
        intangible as well as tangible
        detectives march outside on the street
        they speak English—sinister English
        “what have I been doing ?”
        am I so ignorant that I hang up signposts ?
        DIABOLICAL ACTS—DIRTY DEEDS
        down-river of the graveyard
        where all the poets drink
        jargon full of tiny worms
        —————————–
        —————————–
        SHOES THAT PINCH
        the senior member on the Ark
        put everyone to sleep

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      • eatmorewords

        detective instincts a certain vernacular – a maze of words
        trip over your tongue
        – removed the shoes
        blister revealed

        Modern day Moses spammed everyone with the 10 commandments – lost in trash can alongside adverts for miracle pills that improve your length

        on the ark there was no WIFI
        just horse shit and board games

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    • eatmorewords

      born on the wrong side of town the wrong side of the tracks
      where the silos remain empty
      where the factory is dead
      – exhausted after birth
      need time to shed that weight

      a car tyre screeches and baby bird flies away

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      • multiplemichael

        ONE COULD LIST A MILLION THINGS
        AND BABY BIRD MIGHT FLY AWAY
        relatives who are systematically misinformed
        the wrong wrapping paper
        the wrong number of candles on the cake
        affection for the details of everyday life
        a jumbled collection of superficial observations
        naked men no more than the sum of their inches
        ———————————- the sum of their sins
        anatomy of a contemporary poet
        ****Robert Frost said, “his pubic hair was dry
        as a winter leaf”

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      • multiplemichael

        DROP A 1000 ATOMIC BOMBS
        and there will be no wrong side of the town
        personal relationships will cease
        that daydream about becoming a literary celebrity
        right out the window
        I’m thinking that they will dig up Johnny Cash
        and he’ll belt out some tunes
        dead people covered in a tobacco hue
        waiting for a second puberty
        nothing to be ashamed of

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      • eatmorewords

        no need for real personal relationships
        it can all be done online and in code – relationships for all
        anonymous IP address to anonymous IP address – no shame no shame no shame – the first man on the moon wasn’t who you think
        but I know he left words under rocks –
        a postcard of Johnny Cash
        a postcard of Roger Moore
        a postcard of Thelonius Monk

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  3. multiplemichael

    I SAW A NEWSPAPER ARTICLE TODAY
    about women who fall victim to men
    who are not interested in sex
    the more I thought about the whole thing
    the more Adele followed me around
    singing those million dollar songs
    ****Robert Frost said that a man
    not interested in sex
    would be an odd duck

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    • eatmorewords

      Adele is a spectre that haunts love sick ladies and lonely men in crumby hotels – a voice that chainsaws through radios –
      more money then a small African country but not enough to buy Stalins pipe

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      • multiplemichael

        ADELE
        sometimes in the pool
        I ride on top of her
        like a performer at SeaWorld
        I rub under her chin
        and baby-talk, “who’s my little orca ?”
        —————————
        —————————
        the simple truth: I LOVE ADELE
        a mutt given the Liz Taylor make-over
        all that money means nothing
        ADELE IS THE QUEEN BEE

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  4. multiplemichael

    I FOUND MYSELF CORRECTING SOME PEOPLE TODAY
    as if they knew anything about Herbie Hancock
    “you don’t know a damn thing about Herbie Hancock”
    wearing long johns and sipping out of a brandy bottle
    the corner of Exultation and Finesse
    somewhere a pugnacious growl
    Herbie Hancock lording

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    • multiplemichael

      so many damn rules
      you can’t afford no ticket upstairs
      your wife got no meat on her bones
      the children on the street begging
      the complexity of life
      expecting God to understand
      and sympathize

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  5. multiplemichael

    I TIED A STRING AROUND HERBIE HANCOCK’S ANKLE
    and flew him over the neighborhood like a kite
    no matter how high he went
    I could smell his cologne
    I named it, “IF THE WRONG WORD WAS SAID”
    Adele is trying to put a mood behind those words
    wildly swinging from confrontation to confrontation
    not such a happy girl it would seem
    I smelled her up close
    She’s not clean

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  6. multiplemichael

    readers say, “throw away that conversational crap”
    write some love sonnets
    rhapsodic love affairs
    romantic imagery
    holding hands
    kiss-kiss
    ———
    ———
    the second the finger touches moisture
    the compass points north
    ————————————————she was always writing poetry
    about the question he never satisfactorily answered

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    • eatmorewords

      write stuff about holding hands in meadows
      long descriptions of flowers and our place in nature –
      I am falling asleep just writing that
      holding hands at the point of execution –

      ( the man with small hands )

      when she stood next to the man with the metal plate in his head her compass spun out of control

      stick to conversational poetry
      stick to automatic writing
      some questions remain unanswered for good reason

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      • multiplemichael

        my school bus driver
        had a metal plate in his skull
        a gift from having fought in Korea
        —–I often ask myself why I know that piece of information
        we would make up stories about his plate
        that he picked up radio waves from outer space
        —————————————————
        —————————————————
        we were just children
        so he never went into detail
        about the role he was playing
        in the execution of the divine will

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      • eatmorewords

        the bus drivers metal plate
        attracted magnets
        they flew through the air and landed on his skull –
        Korean souvenirs badly bad
        fall apart in three days
        – all bus drivers have a look in their eyes

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  7. multiplemichael

    THE WORLD IS OBLIVIOUS TO YOUR PERSONAL CALAMITIES
    business as usual, Baby Bird
    pull back that foreskin
    and clean away any buildup of narrative tension
    poetry inextricably tied to the absurd
    look for traces of imaginary value
    instrumental cash registers
    handlebar mustaches
    terminal self-pity
    —————————–every home needs a sacrificial hero
    the full weight seems laid on you
    SHE said that it was red beans and rice
    but it tasted like an autopsy drop
    ****poetry with a hint of car-salesman mentality

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    • eatmorewords

      my personal calamities are hidden away
      numbered and filed – I await my turn to be a sacrificial lamb
      – a hero without a cape
      – just waiting for the day when he tries to ban words and burn books – it always starts with the destruction of words
      – a car salesman with small hands at the helm
      – unity in a shared alphabet

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      • multiplemichael

        Holy things trampled under foot
        adversaries behind every shrub
        different results under similar circumstances
        gratification with one hand
        reach around or solo
        in 25 words or less
        the first time one kisses a man
        ****like playing basketball if you’re 10 feet tall

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      • multiplemichael

        the guys at the pool hall
        were chuckling about
        “the never failing vice of fools”
        parchment for skin
        readable text
        (veiled language)
        who was throwing stones
        at those on their deathbed ?
        ——————–some say Mick Jagger
        and 10,000 fornicators and sodomites
        they forget that Mick is not dead
        he is still swollen with self-importance

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      • eatmorewords

        he is still alive
        regurgitating his original schtick
        – going back to basic
        missionary position music
        vanilla beats
        in a world of post truth
        he’s always been black

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  8. multiplemichael

    reluctance to be wooed
    an image of a monstrous phallus
    stuck in her memory
    valentines promoting the duty to reproduce
    vapors on a rag and a long faint
    no yield but yield was taken
    ****nothing numerical about “in and out”

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  9. multiplemichael

    I READ A POEM TODAY
    I found myself erasing lines
    “the expressive palette”
    that was the first one to go
    “digested a vocabulary”
    “a one thick dick masterpiece”
    rubbed them out completely
    ————————–
    ————————–
    a penis like a professional basketball player
    careful not to scrape the ceiling
    men of average height
    just leftovers for Grade C Reproduction
    somebody has to exercise the school system
    —————————-
    —————————-
    simple to give way
    to another version of oneself
    would I fly back to Adele ?
    would I cheat and have clearinghouse sex ?

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    • eatmorewords

      I told American friends I went to school with Adele
      – days of crayon drawings
      – doctors and nurses
      – she didn’t sing then
      she had dirty knees
      snot hanging from her nose
      – sexualised graffiti on the playground walls

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      • multiplemichael

        Adele leaning on the school yard wall
        smoking a foul cardboard/tobacco cigarette
        nervous about all the detectives in her neighborhood
        afraid their investigations would prove her illegitimate
        ——————–
        ——————–
        SHE had not forgotten Eden
        the Tree of Life with its sexual energy
        the baptism that failed

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      • eatmorewords

        playground bully demanding money and attention
        singing at victims
        enough money now to simply disappear – Eden found in south London –
        slipped in the baptism water and sued the church for this and that –

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      • eatmorewords

        Adele at the school disco
        waiting for the slow dance
        all the boys afraid to ask her for a dance – toe tapping in the corner
        – not illegitimate but dubious at the very least

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  10. multiplemichael

    I must say that it is nice to be with a woman
    who is not strapped for cash
    but the fame factor is a pain
    countless young women
    with raccoon eye makeup
    and endless thugs with body graffiti
    CONGREGATE
    around us to the point
    that oxygen is in short supply

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  11. multiplemichael

    I find Adele honest and wholesome
    attentive and friendly and somewhat in control
    (willing to compromise on the wet spot)
    I know the great number of motors running
    the headlights burning bright
    endless endeavors
    however, partnership is everything
    ****the sound of her singing in the shower

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  12. multiplemichael

    READERS FORCED TO RETRACE THE CURVE
    OF THEIR PERSONAL CIRCLE
    life as a preparation for eternity
    thighs that chafe and shoes that pinch
    most people are maggots
    are you a triumphant maggot ?
    or constantly grasping at everything
    within your reach
    throwing away your “heaven time”
    for life on this large rock

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    • multiplemichael

      some of the older folks
      couldn’t retrace the curve
      of their personal circle
      ————————
      ————————
      ————————
      little more than mechanical dolls
      with a healthy fascination for deviant behavior
      amateurs struggled to remain amateurs
      music remains music, no matter the instrument
      ****pity the fool sidetracked by science
      ****disparity between the ideal and the real

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  13. multiplemichael

    the clerks from Purgatory were quick to ask,
    “who told you that you reside on a large rock ?”
    humans busy modeling their Deity on themselves
    someone to praise and curse during their Dollar Store life
    no detail is too small—nothing dismissed
    HELL is coming—maybe tomorrow

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    • eatmorewords

      is hell coming?
      isn’t it here already? Doesn’t it crawl over everything?
      – I don’t know and I didn’t have time to ponder it as I walked through the air conditioned super market with towers of mayonnaise on either side –
      67 flavours
      – I fled from the choice

      at work my boss told me “You’re a nice guy
      and I hate you for that.”

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      • multiplemichael

        forget about the 67 flavors
        if one can afford it
        one can buy a jar of self-perpetuating mayonnaise
        I was trying to think of other uses for it
        that thought went to the famous photograph
        of the small child running naked down the road
        after the napalm attack on Trang Bang village
        I was thinking that maybe the mayonnaise
        would have given her some comfort
        but then I realized that was probably faulty thinking
        who would think such an evil thing ?
        I decided to take a bitter pill

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      • eatmorewords

        the napalm trees
        flesh hanging
        like winter leaves
        I just sat in the bunker waiting
        waiting for the enemy
        – a jar of butter pills and book of faulty thinking –
        they keep telling me they will make a film of this
        the photographer tried to forget what he sees out the photos just remind him of mementoes

        (every female singer in the radio sounds like Rhianna)

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      • multiplemichael

        67 FLAVORS OF MAYONNAISE
        a mystery that cannot be solved
        secret motives that cause detectives
        to stay up late
        a hundred clues sticking on the wall
        a photo of a girl from high school
        that gave you a genital wart
        at the free health clinic
        they asked you to list your sexual partners
        you wrote down Mary Beth and both hands
        Mary Beth—sensuous and passionate
        rough barnyard foreplay and intercourse
        geography in the dark by smell
        ****those extra lips were warts

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      • eatmorewords

        the first taste of mayonnaise 43
        wasn’t much different from 41
        or 26 – just a new location
        behind a fence, hidden away
        Mary Beth works in an air conditioned office now
        overlooking a carpark and a supermarket
        – a limb finger touched the genital scar
        a wet tongue licked your lip
        – it all felt different with your eyes closed

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      • multiplemichael

        the pervasiveness of original sin
        the big picture: THE ROOTS OF EVIL
        the genius of evil cannot be translated
        outgrowth continues to expand
        things in the mirror grow fat
        it be no accident— it be the working plan

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      • eatmorewords

        the roots of evil spread long
        like spider legs
        brittle and flake
        people are two precious these days
        my reflection was slightly off
        my kids said I didn’t look like me
        – my beard looked smaller
        my eyes bluer –
        the working plan detailed by a few inches

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      • multiplemichael

        Mary Beth
        humanized through suffering
        ——————————
        something weird about her taking her bra off
        becoming a participant rather than an observer
        SHE was neither a short story nor a novel
        linguistic constructs
        seem to be in need of fresh batteries
        ****Mary Beth listed under annonymous

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      • eatmorewords

        Mary Beth told me that her 4th boyfriend didn’t like her blonde hair
        all her boyfriends were called Peter
        she wanted to be a failed model
        she once did judo and understood why people preferred to talk to animals
        or plants rooted to the spot –

        she was monosyllabic and monochrome

        feed forever with a plastic spoon
        candy striped jumper
        my last spring at this age
        am i waking up?
        or going to bed?

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      • multiplemichael

        a plastic spoon can never replace the village prostitute
        ————————————————————-
        dressing up as a ballerina at Halloween
        sodomy, a staged operetta of accident
        a simple bend over
        SODOMY: youthful fascination wakes up on the wrong bus

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      • multiplemichael

        EXPECTED CALLOUSNESS
        from lawyers and detectives
        an upstairs office with a window
        overlooking a rust-roofed suicide parlor
        $20 handjobs in the side alley
        exhausted
        having sprinkled their seed
        they would wander aimlessly
        towards their shanty
        where the wife would be watching TV
        an older bagpipe of a woman
        with finger holes long atrophied

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      • eatmorewords

        a snake that is eating it tails the sign for infinity the detectives are in the back pockets of the lawyers – the office is high in the air
        – the office looks over an empty parking lot
        – the offices air conditioning stopped working two weeks ago
        – on the office wall was a calendar and every day had a big black X in it
        – after the $20 handjob he walked back to his rented room feeling 50lbs lighter

        the sound of bagpipes sounded like animals being slaughtered

        her fingers were bent but it didn’t stop her touching him

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      • multiplemichael

        so many of our heroes are manufactured
        and not cut from the vine
        having the baby in amateur theatricals
        the upper mouth blasphemes
        the lower mouth snarls
        a muscularly contorted hole
        ——————————
        ——————————
        when Adam pulled the first baby from Eve
        he knew in his heart that he wasn’t the father

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      • eatmorewords

        what is a hero?
        – I don’t know – a soldier who died doing his job?
        – a cancer kid?
        – I don’t know –

        the baby snarled and tried to bite umbilical chord off
        the mother cried and spat blasphemes

        the baby learnt to walk within a week

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      • multiplemichael

        her fingers were bent
        but it didn’t stop her
        from smoking a pipe
        people in the Employment Office
        were arguing about the definition of poetry
        each line had to have a specific number of words
        each line had to have a specific number of letters
        real poetry had to be written by real poets
        educated people with a fascination for deviant thoughts
        “you try to describe something that cannot be described in words”
        “you try to convey a feeling that cannot be conveyed in words”
        some drunk in the back said,
        “the best poetry often comes from a slip of the tongue”
        ——————————————————-
        I was listening to violin lessons
        and watching a sex tape
        of mechanical dolls
        they weren’t real humans
        but they were making real poetry

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      • eatmorewords

        the bowl of her pipe was fashioned into the face of someone who had wronged her –
        they didn’t want the words we had written
        they didn’t follow their rules –
        anarchistic words
        they only wanted empirical poetry
        – they thought the word contained souls and we knew they were wrong –

        corduroy academics never set foot in dark town

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      • eatmorewords

        life hacks and get rich quick schemes all invoke weaponry
        – just ask those who graduated from Hard Knocks High – black eyes in the yearbook …MOST LIKELY TO SERVE A LIFE SENTENCE AT THE BIG HOUSE…

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      • multiplemichael

        poetry which cynically depicts fake MEANINGLESSNESS
        crazy poems about the normal pleasures of adolescence
        crazy poems about the sins of science
        no one can argue the complexities of the modern world
        yet, there are warehouses of photographs of ordinary citizens
        totally divorced from any concern for the ordinary
        ****huge bombs that destroy color…
        leaving behind a toxic black & white

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  14. multiplemichael

    are you talking about your facially disfigured boss ?
    they say that he uses voice-over narration
    have you noticed if his lips move ?
    does he have a tongue ?
    —————–
    —————–
    one day in the future
    do you think that he will stand
    beside your tombstone
    and say, “I never liked you, you were too damn nice”

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    • eatmorewords

      never seen the tongue and never actually seen his lips move –
      maybe I’ve been lying to myself all this time –
      I know he will take pictures of my tombstone (he told me this in advance of my death)

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      • eatmorewords

        Adult Bookstores where no child are permitted – the dusty rim of the doors that ring to alert the shopkeeper of your entrance –
        the charity’s man outside in someone else’s shoes rattles his pot PENNIES PLEASE PENNIES PLEASE

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    • multiplemichael

      4000 years of written symbols/printed words
      20 years of eating falsified mackerel cakes
      never safe from imprisoning fabrications
      any human nature in the neighborhood
      has fallen into concealment
      ****$20 handjobs without the grandeur of love

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      • eatmorewords

        the first poem was written in symbols on walls – a buffalo
        a hunter
        M shaped birds in the pre-Cambrian sky
        – when people first started eating MEAT
        they mixed the blood and sprayed the wall
        – they were hand jobs but they were free

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  15. multiplemichael

    they say that it takes a lot of money
    to maintain God
    easy to suspect the curvature of the mind
    even the straightest lines get exhausted
    strong telescopes make religious people nervous
    you can see the Ark on top of the waves
    Noah and his family are Japanese

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    • eatmorewords

      the only thing it takes to maintain god is low self esteem and an imagination*
      – string telescopes won’t help here
      – measurements fail in this area of study –

      *my favourite band just come in the radio (is there a god?)

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  16. multiplemichael

    there should be a warning posted
    ——————————————-
    attendant danger in writing poetry
    attendant danger in reading poetry
    restudying sex
    as to the way the mistake has been made

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    • eatmorewords

      seeds sown wildly and with abandon- wedding night marathon – a dream of running from zombies – Noah was chosen in a lottery
      – the story as metaphor
      – the ark as a mobile home
      – NASCAR fans sleep with baseball caps on there head

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  17. multiplemichael

    push away the pain
    hold tight the spark
    having detected yourself in a poem
    you found it difficult to stop thinking about yourself
    the people who knocked you down
    the next group that kicked you while you were down
    it is no secret that people stole from you
    small hands and smaller claws
    nothing was safe

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    • eatmorewords

      nothing was safe from school yard bullies who stole your bag
      ate your lunch
      drew a penis on your head –
      fight or flight but most just freeze like the Artic
      – revenge scenarios played out the bus trip home –
      small hand had small claw
      – fan fiction with you as the hero

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  18. multiplemichael

    trying to hide
    from religion and science
    inevitable
    inescapable
    where do great thoughts come from ?
    people with one hand on the wheel
    and one foot on the pedal
    roaring through a mechanistic environment
    flashing lights and brothels
    property with no known owner
    ————————————
    sail the love canal
    pop inside the mystery door
    feeling lazy ?
    stretch out
    and order oral

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    • eatmorewords

      you can’t hide from science or maths – it’s everywhere
      – the words are scientific
      no maths can predict their order – one hand driver can’t change gears –
      life in the slow lane where all the thrown babies are piled up -(it makes an interesting postcard) –

      – I don’t know where the great ideas come from but I know where you can buy them –

      – I tried to sell a poem, they promised me a buck per word –

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      • multiplemichael

        (+) LIFE IN THE SLOW LANE WHERE ALL THE BABIES ARE PILED UP
        (+) LIFE IN THE SLOW LANE WHERE ALL THE BABIES ARE PILED UP
        (+) LIFE IN THE SLOW LANE WHERE ALL THE BABIES ARE PILED UP

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  19. multiplemichael

    not a single drop
    of white doctors’ medicine
    in Dark Town
    poverty has no restraints
    at night they come in and take what they want
    the smell of the jungle in the darkness
    having scored twice off the family bible
    the hollow book contains nothing

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    • multiplemichael

      SEEKING OUR OWN ADVANTAGE
      ———————————————–
      that’s the trouble with the white man’s God
      he gets disturbed when his children
      seek their own advantage
      ****white man’s advantage make a heavy load

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  20. multiplemichael

    sometimes one will hear a tune
    about a special train that goes to Dark Town
    the poets know it as the prescription line
    “no matter the diagnosis, sister
    just lift your skirt and scoot on over”

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  21. multiplemichael

    savages and barbarians from Dark Town
    perform jazz on late night television
    they spend their surplus funds
    on drugs and fast cars
    evolution and global warming mean nothing
    science is the enemy to their system
    a proud religion with broken ancestry
    ****please don’t cheapen death

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    • eatmorewords

      late night television when all the lights are off
      and shafts of light
      through the gaps in the door
      knife sharpe shafts
      –i spent the last 5 days digging my grave–
      your midnight footsteps
      the rattle of trash cans as they make their way their way through
      Dark Town – from the edges to the centre

      to the threshold of your kingdom

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      • multiplemichael

        LATE NIGHT TELEVISION
        a senior citizen reading a poem
        from the Ladies Home Journal
        “LOVE YOUR ENEMIES AT HOME FIRST”
        kind words for those impoverished below a certain level

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      • eatmorewords

        “LOVE YOUR ENEMIES AT HOME FIRST” – she kept the burglar prisoner
        feed him hams and vitamins
        – after week 3 Stockholm syndrome kicked in and they become star crossed lovers –

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      • eatmorewords

        the inside of my TV
        a burnt cathode
        a slow beating heart
        a blackened lung
        an old coin

        the TV sits in a dark corner emitting the light of salvation*

        *my electrical bills are sky high

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      • multiplemichael

        lavatory literature
        embodying traditional ideas
        about exotic dancers
        and their place in the universe
        ————————
        going to a garage/yard sale
        and purchasing huge prehistoric bones
        so large that they had to be tied to the top of the car

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      • eatmorewords

        the exotic dancers pole is the spine that runs through the world and keeps it on spinning on its axis –
        – without the pole we’d be flying through infinite space –

        all our fears
        all our worries
        all hopes and dreams
        encased in a body that was designed to fail, to fall apart, to be eaten by cancer then eaten by worms

        All praise the exotic dancers

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  22. multiplemichael

    holding hands with transients
    what do I know of swindling ?
    any attempts at crime
    would serve no useful end
    for just a few bucks
    one could participate
    in a motel bed
    ———-scientific sleep
    always the temptation to steal
    trouble is a hot bath on a cold night

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  23. multiplemichael

    am I sinning
    or being sinned against ?
    reckless with the COPYRIGHTS
    painting myself in corners
    artificially dwarfing an artist
    a dual personality with weak brakes
    flawed and irregular
    with rocks in the good pocket
    unsure—fearful—suspicious
    the detectives are kept ignorant
    outside in a fogbank of deceptiveness
    ****eavesdroppers dreaming of naked conversations

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    • eatmorewords

      moses tried to copyright the 10 commandments
      but couldn’t afford the lawyers
      the brakes on his car were shot
      he just rolled and rolled
      all through the town
      until he slowed to a stop at the pool hall
      – side street moses selling his tablets outside the entrance to
      the mans toilets

      it could be worse
      he could be a communist

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      • eatmorewords

        the rode the machine through dark down – collecting the transient
        the poor
        the weak
        the machine tore at the flesh and reduced the bones to dust
        – sprinkled on flowers as manure – the dead would live again –

        LET THEM EAT CAKE
        LET THEM HAVE THEIR JAZZ

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      • multiplemichael

        when machines populate the world
        who will be their censor ?
        what will be the avenues of licentiousness ?
        will the new religion be free of corruption ?
        just think—-a world without flesh eating
        A WORLD WITHOUT FLESH EATING !!!

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      • eatmorewords

        the machines will rule –
        a thousand machines controlled by the few – programmed with no way to change
        no backdoors in
        – emotionless metal
        – cold contraceptions
        – they will rip at flesh
        – some will talk with the voice of Joan

        NO CENSOR FOR THE MACHINES

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      • multiplemichael

        human fear: nuclear annihilation
        Mecha fear: dust and grime
        FLESH EATING WAS DENIED IN EDEN
        Adam and Eve wearing modern day shoes and socks
        Noah wearing modern day shoes and socks
        a Christmas card from Emily Dickinson 2016
        a Christmas card from Ms. Curie 2016
        a Christmas card from Joan Rivers 2016

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      • eatmorewords

        the dust and grime ruined the circuits of the machines –
        they stopped working
        useless hunks of metal
        scrapheap fuel
        – Adam and Eve shopping for new socks – Christmas cards from the holy trinity

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    • multiplemichael

      NAKED CONVERSATIONS
      while the girl at the coffee counter
      measured the men in inches
      ———————————-
      they had large plump nut sacs
      but didn’t measure up to God
      ———————————-
      it was very important
      to wear quality jewelry
      to church
      ——————–the fear of God
      the drive of existence
      NASCAR

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      • eatmorewords

        the quality of the words diluted over time
        – weak coffee
        – she got measurements wrong I swear your honour, she said millimetres but she meant inches I swear –

        wear expensive shoes to church
        the jangle of your jewellery

        virgin God had no use for his meat
        (redundant)

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    • eatmorewords

      nocturnal bagman delivers at the drop off (a note said let’s raise the demon settlement to ground) – out of context it sounded threatening –
      – fear of treading on toes
      the copyright lawyer knew which order you could use the words

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      • multiplemichael

        that damn copyright lawyer
        he had a closet full of bracketed phrases
        the inhumanity of the whole thing
        plenty of bad losers and sore heads
        I was sitting in the group of writers
        who write about home towns
        and tossing babies
        out of speeding automobiles

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      • eatmorewords

        the writers group had a collective brain freeze
        – no new ideas
        – they just sat their and thought about failed marriages, increasing debt, teenage sweethearts –

        the copywriter lawyer never saw anything as NEW – everything had to be stolen or tarnished – he had a lousy sex life but a briefcase full of lists of famous plane crashes, people called Ed, books over 800 pages long and an uneaten lunch

        Where would this day end ?

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  24. multiplemichael

    interrupted by a copyright
    sinning against the cause
    to advance the cause
    he slipped and hit his head
    and then a bookcase
    of Robert Frost Anthologies
    crushed him something bad
    the waves at the beach
    are coming in
    but not for him
    the leaves on trees
    are falling
    but not for him
    ****reabsorbed and no longer here

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  25. multiplemichael

    I found a piece of paper with these words printed on it
    “size lick littleness”
    I googled it and discovered it
    was from a Mecha poem
    the next line was
    “I can’t stop thinking about skin”
    ———————–
    ———————–
    romance reduced to a quick look
    at her bosom or her behind
    like all women
    her childhood was driven inside

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    • multiplemichael

      SIZE LICK LITTLENESS
      those who allow their genitals to petrify
      genital crustaceans
      ( stymied by insidious cancer )
      a man on the evening news said
      (+) evil is inevitable
      (+) human nature is intrinsically flawed
      modern literature written on lavatory walls
      words become scapegoats
      in contemporary literature
      eye level with man and his landscape
      and poets write sugar coated love poems
      masturbation becomes a geographical exercise
      at best, preoccupied selfishness
      ————————————-
      ————————————-
      SIZE LICK LITTLENESS
      words found on a manuscript at Oxyrhynchus

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      • multiplemichael

        poets write sugar coated love poems
        and lovers spray huge jets of jism
        geographical exercises in a motel
        possibly a thing of the past
        as life becomes later and later
        the thought of sex as a lonely business
        ROMANCE THROUGH BINOCULARS

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      • eatmorewords

        romantic jism shows up under certain light
        the kind of light they use at a crime scene* where white tape outlines the husk –

        they keep finding newer pictures of Bowie – unreleased
        unseen – there’s one where he’s dressed like an 80s business man –

        *isn’t everywhere a crime scene?
        **isn’t life a tale of slow death?

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      • multiplemichael

        A SLOW DEATH IS REREADING WHAT ONE HAS ALREADY WRITTEN
        the taste of words—morning words—evening words
        sometimes honking words like a great goose
        poets in general are rude honkers
        men never fail where they desire to touch
        women with vices possibly worse than others

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      • multiplemichael

        what kind of person thinks of sex
        as a lonely business ?
        you sleep with the same person for 26 years
        and you only witness romance through binoculars
        poor devil—compromise is hopeless
        ****to read what has not been written

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      • eatmorewords

        through backwards binoculars everything was upside down – rushes of blood
        small cluster headaches
        – no cure for the sickness –
        -(are you lonesome tonight?)-
        same self sex
        self satisfied smiles —the soundtrack
        skipped —
        small morsels and crumbs…

        (…tourists to the city were also amazed at the shopping facilities and variety of places to eat.

        The average trip advisor rating was a solid 4.6)

        I saw the neighbours wedding photos and they were bland.

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      • multiplemichael

        my neighbors showed me their wedding photos
        I drew genitals on the large ones with a marker
        they said, “thank you, Mr. Picasso”
        now they can purchase that villa in Italy
        people in Kentucky would be proud of bland photos
        people in rural Kentucky are afraid of photographs
        country folk behind on realization
        constantly trying to catch up
        ——————————–
        the closest sex is the self-sex
        YES, in an emergency

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      • eatmorewords

        the neighbours genitals were the talk of the neighbourhood – a strange aroma of rotting wood and damp dogs
        – measurements that confused the measuring men – to long
        to wide
        an expanding circle
        the fur line necklace
        – the bell boy knew all the secrets from the Yul Brynner suite

        (Checks his Facebook account)

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  26. multiplemichael

    WHEN ONE THINKS OF ALL THE EFFORT
    IT TOOK TO MAKE THE ARK EXPERIENCE
    A SUCCESS
    ( WHY DID GOD USE CONTAMINATED SEED ? )
    undo the original sin
    refuse the pain and grief
    that men cause each other
    ——————————–
    ——————————–
    they try to disguise how little there is to go on
    strange words printed on scraps of paper
    a single flashlight that directs light through darkness
    the darkness goes on forever
    the light only goes so far
    it is limited

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    • multiplemichael

      “POETRY AFFORDS NUTRIMENT OF A HIGHER ORDER”
      what the hell does that mean ?
      keep rubbing my eyes
      trying to distinguish
      between readers and writers
      ———————————
      some sort of common ground
      isolation on the table
      like salt and pepper
      ———————————
      old dregs and leavings
      left behind
      fresh excursions break out
      poets snacking on unawares

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      • eatmorewords

        I got lube in my eye
        I rubbed it red raw like raw meat
        – a gypsy woman told me it meant something
        she touched my palm
        looked at the creases
        – it doesn’t something to her
        I was isolated from the facts

        I needed to tunnel out

        the gypsy woman touched my hand

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  27. multiplemichael

    HONEST DIAGNOSIS: NO ONE WALKED AWAY
    Gideon stacked the dead bodies into a temporary
    TOWER OF BABEL
    idiot offspring of humans
    making battle with the Lord
    one can argue with science
    while
    reasoning straight with the Lord
    no curving back
    ——————–
    ——————–
    outside the church window
    the savages are holding hands
    with the barbarians
    Dark Town has opened its gate

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  28. multiplemichael

    laugh all you want
    but every time I open my eyes
    I am living a Jules Verne story
    a narcotic cart rolled through work
    and various things knew me by name
    good or bad I wanted to eat cake
    1st rule——-buy everything
    “KNOW NO CAUTION”

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  29. multiplemichael

    THERE WAS A HUGE BOTTLE OF PAINKILLERS
    Nita Naldi the potent temptress
    her would-be sister Carmel Myers
    the she-devil that was good for the runs
    Patsy Ruth Miller the Queen of Sleep
    Gilda Gray for the runny nose
    misalliances
    wiped away
    layer after layer
    of ego fabric

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      • multiplemichael

        THE GLORY OF THE HOLE
        a hulking bully in the truck stop showers
        wanting your pencil to write poetry
        the sight of his nudity
        right or wrong
        something weird about too much hair
        or hair in the wrong locations
        probably just thinking nonsense
        don’t wanna be no Robert Frost
        a little French and it’s peanut butter time

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  30. multiplemichael

    all night long
    women from a Brazilian magazine
    marched around the pool
    in tiny suits
    white with flash photography
    on the half-hour
    Yul Brynner would read a passage
    from Robert Frost
    hot tongues cleaning up the crumbs
    trinkets to be discovered

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    • eatmorewords

      a handle full of uppers and downward
      spider pills and Scandinavian diets
      -I was a shell of a man –

      I made lists :
      * a picture of a set of twins who look nothing alike
      * a poem about the beauty of supermarkets
      * a building that serves no purpose
      * a badly drawn picture of a monkey with a gun
      * the 16th most viewed meme

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      • eatmorewords

        (in all truth
        I only ever read what I’ve written) – flarf flying like kites crash landing in empty fields and packed cities of buses
        rushing pedestrians – we change our personas at least twice a year
        – it would be criminal not to

        wouldn’t it?

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      • multiplemichael

        pull the curtain
        lock the door
        flarf may arrive on morning light
        floss the obituaries first
        sudden death and lingering illnesses
        any tidbit for the next poem
        just think—the trophy wife
        who grows hairy
        meaning to poetry is not essential
        excessive hair on women thought detrimental
        self approval is the chore of the FLARF KING

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      • eatmorewords

        ultimate flarf:
        • the cut up of obituaries
        •TV guides
        •your ex-best friends dissertation
        •the fourth book you read last Thursday

        (imagine cutting up David Bowles words? a small part of the world would possibly explode)

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      • multiplemichael

        after sex one or after sex two ?
        a sharp knife to remove the Catholic part
        thinking the whole time about memories
        of the butcher removing the fat
        watch the Catholic slide off the bed
        TRIBAL or MECHANICAL ?
        something fierce about cutting flesh
        just think—our neighbors are savages
        they are the opposite of God
        spiritual exaltation
        the first time
        one turns on a flashlight
        a sense of brotherliness
        in the color of blood

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      • eatmorewords

        he approached me and told me I could be a model – I didn’t trust him –
        he wasn’t wearing pants
        but I took his card
        just in case I need the money –

        the rest of the neighbourhood was slowly sinking into the ground

        a ricochet of words

        I saved a penny every time I heard a song by Bob Dylan – exhausted arm movements mostly mechanical a butchers block for the cutting

        I’m not a robot but I need daily oiling

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      • multiplemichael

        it is said that vowels and consonants can be manipulated
        a man without trousers offering employment
        like asking for more servings at the soup kitchen
        showing yourself—-a pleasurable sin ?
        resistance to evil is reward enough
        ( BEWARE HE WHO LIE IN WAIT TO STRIP YOU )

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      • eatmorewords

        the watery soup offered no sustenance – vowels sunk to the bottom of the pan –
        one potato per family

        – I listened to all their back stories of beatings, small victories, missing shoes, jukebox anecdotes that meandered on through the night and out the door down past midnight pharmacies and flickering neon lights –
        the sound of pool balls cracking like arthritic knuckles popping

        the man in the wheelchair just rolled down the hill

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    • eatmorewords

      there was a smell
      a stench
      the aroma wafted in from the centre of dark town
      – the smell polluted lungs
      – I went there and coughed up a fur ball –
      I saw them swinging from lampposts – I took notes
      I took swabs and forwarded them to professionals for analysis –
      I tried to explain that from pain there could be pleasure*

      *the shoe that pitched ended up fitting you like a glove

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    • eatmorewords

      lean into it
      sodomy is an art
      the dichotomy of pain and pleasure – thin lines of grey shadows – I WALKED THE LINE –

      she wore black wedgies
      I knew this because I was on my knees

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      • multiplemichael

        she positioned herself
        so I could have a good time
        but after two minutes
        she closed the door
        taking care that I shouldn’t have too much
        ————————
        ————————
        we live entirely for ourselves
        advancing through indecencies
        the educated ripping-off the populace
        opposite sides of a circle

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      • eatmorewords

        it was all about the angles of insertion
        – how far in could you enter the cave? did you need a rope wrapped around your waist to assist with your method of egress?

        the door closed but you knew it always would
        and always will

        cross the circle with the straightest line you could draw

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    • eatmorewords

      huge wealth with wallets full of cash
      the nouveau riche have no taste
      -ridiculous money spent
      – black coffee served in a vat
      – a 1,000 hobbies and no pastimes
      – throbbing gristle with part time lovers

      Yul Brynners head explored by astronauts and members of the medical profession

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      • multiplemichael

        the first time I was introduced to Yul Brynner
        was in the Bridal Suite at the DownTowner
        he was eating a salad
        he could tell that I was nervous
        two men in the Bridal Suite
        was it going to be memorable ?
        he was famous for writing about the importance of memories
        that they give one something to live for
        when all else fails to succeed
        ——————–
        ——————–
        I swear that I could see the reflection
        of a guillotine on the side of his head
        it was in perfect focus

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      • eatmorewords

        all the honeymoon suites in Vladivostok are named after Yul Brynner – a portrait above each bed – eggs for breakfast-
        how did a man with a bald head survive the Russian winters? –
        the will to power of the robotic cowboy –
        – virgin machines cry oil tears

        a reflection in a bell pepper
        the ship sets out to sea

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    • multiplemichael

      YUL BRYNNER’S HEAD
      EXPLODED BY ASTRONAUTS
      SEARCHING FOR MINERALS
      ——————
      ——————
      ADVERTISING AND TRADE NAME STICKERS
      SMALL DOLLAR STORE PAINTINGS OF FREUD
      WHEN EVERYTHING BECOMES TOO MUCH
      PATRIOTISM FIRST AND LAST

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      • eatmorewords

        small men walking across the surface of Yuls head without permission –
        he felt itches
        little scratches
        – a small flag planted just above his left ear
        – patriotic feelings for a country you’ve never visited

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  31. multiplemichael

    chain-store makeup
    cheap cosmetics on the natives
    sagging skin and carrot-glazed eyes
    drums and odd squealing sounds
    stomping and hooting
    the sounds of flesh
    being torn from the bones
    DARK TOWN ON A TYPICAL TUESDAY NIGHT
    black on black
    androgynous and undifferentiated

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    • eatmorewords

      she didn’t use make up
      just used household paint
      she looked like a clown (but she had small feet not clown sized feet) – I squeezed her nose but it didn’t make a sound –

      we cuddled up under the sheets while people were being killed on the TV

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  32. multiplemichael

    local people hide their money in library books
    more safe than any bank
    no one reads books
    reading doesn’t amount to much more
    than sleeping with your eyes open
    I have $20 hiding in “Bartlett’s Quotations”

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    • eatmorewords

      smuggling contraband into prison
      things hidden inside books:
      – drugs, files, a whole new identity- something hidden in the spine –
      ( a kindle used as a bookmark )

      I only use libraries for the silence

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      • multiplemichael

        in Florida
        citizens use the library for its free AC
        clean restrooms…safe parking lots
        WIFI, computers, and most prized of all, “SILENCE”
        one does not borrow books
        one can order books
        and pick them up at a later date
        one could romance library employees
        but they are depressing in bed
        instead of showering
        they put corn starch
        in their moist areas

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    • eatmorewords

      I went to a storage locker auction and bought someone’s past
      – I lived with their possessions, pictures of their theirs wife –
      old dinner plates

      – food stopped tasting of food
      it just became fuel to get me through to bedtime –

      if everything fails, join the military

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      • multiplemichael

        the saga of the storage locker auction:
        what you thought was bizarre cutlery
        was actually astronomical instruments
        left behind from a UFO visit
        it isn’t superstition
        that makes food not taste like food
        ————————
        ————————
        it is one thing to widen the circle
        another
        to hold the circle open

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      • eatmorewords

        the alien cutlery amazed the scientists – there were no words
        there were no equations that could describe the achievements of what they held –
        the food was meat free
        fed to soldiers in bombed cities –
        unused explosives
        stored next to fridges stinking of rotten vegetables

        urban problems everywhere your eyes can see

        one day I’m going to dive through the circle and not return

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  33. multiplemichael

    so many people in Dark Town are thought about
    yet so few of them are thinking themselves
    are you guilty of telling others
    that you are captivated by their thoughts ?
    FLARF: poetry written by an indiscriminalist

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    • eatmorewords

      fake news reams of flarf
      line after stolen line – a poem made from your mums grocery list – most people don’t
      think
      guilty in small increments
      that gradually stack up
      – most residents of dark town fainted when they saw snake for the first time –
      cold
      white horses horses with flaring nostrils horses in dreams –
      indiscriminate use of someone else’s thoughts

      the copy write lawyer would have a field day

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      • eatmorewords

        the artificial soon became natural
        – you couldn’t tell the difference
        you couldn’t taste the difference –
        – fake meat on false legs
        a mouth full of grass like a dumb cow – and then the thoughts
        the thoughts
        they came like soldiers under the cover of bastard night

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  34. multiplemichael

    is it possible to be intelligent
    and unbookish ?
    I’ve seen the librarian pause uncomfortably
    as if she might be dumping a load
    a librarian
    sexless, ageless, a composite identity
    geographically at odds yet relatively intact
    her barber says, “fifty-fifty”

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    • eatmorewords

      unbookish life skills learnt
      behind bike sheds
      experience can not be taught
      trial by fire while you wear a paper suit – the uncomfortable librarian
      like a baby giraffe in high heels – she ushered the illiterates out with a loaded gun –

      – everything is a composite of something –

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  35. multiplemichael

    professional poets
    odd hour ducks
    talk of risk and potential reward
    Joan Rivers in publish-or-perish dreams
    pressure to write too much too soon
    to put more than words in the slick groove
    conversational intercourse
    conversational poetry
    —————–at midnight
    the man with the flashlight is GOD
    —————————————
    —————————————
    unnecessary poems
    the Flarf King says,
    “never wait”

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    • eatmorewords

      the man with the flashlight carried spare batteries for
      he knew he would be king

      ( they’d seen it all before, the torch man waiting to a shine a path of light but falling asleep as the sun set )

      ( batteries going to waste in a backpack )

      the floating ducks feed with old books

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  36. multiplemichael

    as a worm baby you didn’t crawl out of a book
    you were nourished with puff gland liquids
    domestic rectal housekeeping
    constantly trying to read
    how many times did it take ?
    little victories, Johnny Boy
    the skinned knees
    the Cod Liver Oil
    YOU REMAIN AN EXPENSIVE EXPERIMENT
    I hear the relatives whisper
    that you need to be taken in hand
    for stricter governing

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    • eatmorewords

      stricter governance could cost a pretty penny –
      left alone in the dark with animal bones and re-runs of Sgt.Bilko –
      I knew I had misread the small print
      I knew they were taking notes

      the barber told me about the door in my head , cod liver balm
      across the river bed
      we knew skinned it

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  37. multiplemichael

    arguments over the value of clay or sand
    that fresh dug hole at the cemetery
    dainty sorrows there love child
    daintiest of the dainty—your new poem
    bold words facing the rigors of professional readers
    the descendants of Noah with faith based cutlery
    pessimistic spoons—optimistic forks
    knives that glow in the dark

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  38. multiplemichael

    ask God for a blessing
    what you will get
    is disciplinary cruelty
    the poor devils in prison
    wives and husbands
    marriage and ownership
    greed and possessiveness
    ————and then one day
    you discover that you are impatient
    and you hear your wife say in the other room
    “through whom can I have anything
    that I can call my own ?”

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    • eatmorewords

      the prison of marriage
      from which you can’t tunnel out
      – three meals a day
      – not trusted with sharpe metals
      – you shaved your head in protest*
      – look outside the window jealous of the dogs running free
      – all your plots to escape have hidden in the pages of books you know she’ll never read

      *in reality you wanted to be Yul Brynner

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  39. multiplemichael

    couldn’t sleep last night
    thinking about scientists
    monkeying with the calendar
    the Puritans outside the house
    protesting everything unnatural
    ————–anything physically possible
    endless hopes of a lucky incident

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  40. multiplemichael

    (POOL HALL CONVERSATION)
    he asked his wife,
    “are you the landlord of your body
    or the tenant ?”
    ——————————————-
    laughing and weeping Noah
    all those people—blood and flesh
    wrong people—yes, WRONG PEOPLE
    misinterpretations
    no one wanted them saved

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    • eatmorewords

      makes no difference if you’re the landlord or the tenant
      the edifice is crumbling
      silver fish and rising damp
      – a room specially for neurosis
      – a greasy oven
      – the small model of the ark on the mantle piece

      did you know Noah couldn’t even swim?*

      *he was also allergic to goats

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      • multiplemichael

        he was also allergic to the irregularity
        of the process of writing poetry
        slips of paper from the research lab
        private words from Ms. Curie
        “things far worse than physical suffering”
        the future goes beyond answers
        ****Satan driving a Pontiac

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      • eatmorewords

        allergic scratching
        he thinks insects and bugs
        are burying in
        birthing eggs under his skin

        (skin that is cracked and burnt as
        this planet is to close to the fire)

        private letters will become public
        nothing is safe

        a little bit of sweat never hurt the man with idle hands

        the devil doesn’t drive a Pontiac
        he has a chauffeur

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      • multiplemichael

        infanticide, parricide, matricide
        written on slips of paper
        oldest son kills father with shotgun blast
        daughter tosses infant out automobile window
        mother lives with knowledge that her blood is tainted
        SHE KNEW NOT TO HAVE CHILDREN
        the means were known—the end was understood
        the angels told her to marry Christ and be a holy sister
        for her, baby-making was to be no innocent work
        ****the germs of tragedy are famous for their itch

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      • eatmorewords

        baby making seems scientifically impossible
        all the composite parts
        have to work together but we are not precision machines
        thinking meat
        thinking meat
        thinking meat
        the news paper headlines warned everyone of the move to bring back that old time religion –
        – money paid for the first born

        holy moly sister
        holy moly baby bird

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  41. multiplemichael

    I sent a postcard to Robert Frost
    asking him to write a poem
    about that first Christmas
    after the atomic bombings
    in Japan
    —————
    —————
    American children collected enough milk money
    to construct a large library in Hiroshima
    they supplied it with endless copies
    of The Bible in 26 languages
    it was important that The Word be available

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  42. multiplemichael

    there was a hideous exaggeration of myself
    in the Sunday morning mirror
    sort of a Charles Addams cartoon
    ——————————
    ——————————
    bound to fail like a shipwreck
    on the boulders of God’s wisdom
    reality being superficial and fragmentary
    weak in ability to evoke emotion or concern
    thinking how easy it would be
    to set down my whip and chair
    and welcome the beast with open arms

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    • eatmorewords

      silly grass skirts have been banned by the HEALTH AND SAFETY DEPARTMENT – fire risk
      fire risk dangerous clothes at the cook out where the food is cooked underground and no part of the animal is wasted

      THEY EVEN EAT THE ANUS

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      • multiplemichael

        ——-to voluntarily engage in anus consumption——–
        the violence of the meat
        often makes enemies around the circle
        ****the taste, a blend of heaven and hell
        in an embryonic sauce
        ****a large rubber band with a hint of pork

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      • eatmorewords

        when they captured the advancing army they dehumanised them –
        – removed clothes
        – shaved heads
        – instigated pogroms
        – feed them offal with blood sauce
        – melted down tanks and guns

        ( in years to come diaries were found with teeth marked pages )

        heads on poles
        anuses buried 6ft deep

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  43. multiplemichael

    I sent a postcard to Robert Frost
    asking him to visualize sodomy
    with a telephone pole
    lettuce-like rectal tissue
    the smell of bay rum
    afraid to question what was next
    ———————-
    ———————-
    first the tornadoes swirl
    then the volcanoes erupt
    Leviathan spit
    I sent Robert Frost a postcard
    asking him why he was so silent
    he replied, “true poets speak through silence”

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  44. multiplemichael

    even as a small child
    I thought anything Hawaiian
    was beyond silly and highly suspect
    the costumes and dances
    reeked of potential sex
    ——SERVICE WITH A SMILE——
    tourists at best were blundering idiots
    ****Salvador Dali suggested that the odds
    of sodomizing a grand piano were higher
    than mating with an island native

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    • eatmorewords

      hawaiian waves brought the sharks closer to shore
      stereotype palm tress stood there
      unimpressed with the tourists choice of clothing
      – houses on stilts
      like they’re afraid of the ground –

      when i was there i nearly fell into a volcano

      i saw no evidence of sodomy or long division

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      • multiplemichael

        no evidence of sodomy at the truck stop
        and then someone turns on a light
        and sodomy is everywhere
        ——————————–
        the glory of sunlight through painted glass
        how strong is the pull of the flesh ?

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      • multiplemichael

        LONG DIVISION CARRIED TO A POINT OF SOPHISTICATION
        grave numbers in a wretched neighborhood
        shacks and huts and cardboard sleeping arrangements
        an excess of individuality constantly interrupting
        old fashioned sodomy not that sissy stuff
        as a matter of force without regard to health
        a quick smoke during the interval

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      • eatmorewords

        ( everyone thought they were individuals in the neighbourhood
        everyone though they were unique –
        but they were all cut from the same cloth
        eaten by moths )

        fashionable sodomy in gentrified parts of town – the tickle of the beard on the neck – in Kentucky they just called it “heavy cuddling”

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      • multiplemichael

        with an easygoing lack of concern
        locals refer to sodomy as “coal mine cuddling”
        mental pictures of healthy pink buttocks
        bottoms of all design—simply divine

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      • eatmorewords

        long division
        carry the one
        reduce to the smallest thing
        until it’s indivisible
        the neighbourhood boiled down to the sum of its parts then blown away by the wind
        or completely and utterly destroyed by:
        •falling bombs
        •state legislation
        •stampede of blue bulls
        •civil unrest
        •deleted by the author

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      • eatmorewords

        woodpecker getting head aches with no chance of medical assistance –
        those little explosions are constant

        —————-

        all the school kids willed Moby Dick into existence – the big white whale on broadway
        – spray hole sodomy was never frowned upon when you were on the ark –

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      • multiplemichael

        long distance truckers
        with their special smell
        homo Americanus
        nonteleological math
        long division and sodomy
        a two-legged cushion for each buttock
        a prescription salve for conventional morality

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      • eatmorewords

        a special smell of life on the road
        loneliness, gasoline and cooking meat
        – well thumbed picture on the dashboard and Jesus in the rear view mirror
        – truck driver Americanus*

        *34% chance of murdering a hitchhiker

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      • multiplemichael

        fragmented lives on the road
        sweethearts in all directions
        beautiful wildflowers
        and coffee counter sharks
        pilgrims of romance
        hungry for that high grade stuff
        meth with poppy dust
        “Thank You Sweet Jesus”

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      • eatmorewords

        oh sweet Jesus said at the point of ecstasy
        oh sweet Jesus said when your at the lowest ebb on the floor of skid row
        – head down toilet bowl

        – flowers growing through cement cracks*

        poppy meth dust

        *it what they’d call a juxtaposition

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  45. multiplemichael

    archaeologists hiring guys from the pool hall
    to dig around your personal life
    no one gave notice to the explicit graffiti
    in the washroom
    the crude drawings of genitals
    the male members
    complete with projectile jism
    the female privates were rather odd
    a strong hint of stylistic impoliteness

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    • eatmorewords

      they dug around with spoons
      didn’t get to far
      just saw mushrooms and worms

      a small discovery when you found out what it could do
      female nurses always made you blush like a tomato

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      • multiplemichael

        female nurses who wanted to measure
        the tension between
        conscious motivation
        and unconscious desire
        the adornment serves dual masters
        ———————————-
        detectives discovered veiled language
        in the garbage
        photos of fornicators and sodomites
        the divine as well as the demonic
        ———————————
        a compendium of neuroses
        postcards from Hawaii
        scientists with flashlights
        memory mazes
        ****binoculars in bed can be belittling

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      • eatmorewords

        comatose in clean bed linen
        attached to beeping machines*
        to signify if you’re alive
        that time between sleep
        & awake a grey line of dim wattage light where weak fingers grasp at what isn’t there
        – stockinged nurses are fantasy fodder taking pulses looking at small watches
        THEY ARE CLEAN AND GERM FREE

        the weird language of the body
        you don’t understand
        yes they say, it’s supposed to be that small…

        they wouldn’t serve me cigarettes in Hawaii but

        *the beeps mean something morse code

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      • multiplemichael

        Mexican fishermen disagree over how small is small
        gathering friends there in the hospital room
        with the groin acorn on full display
        it was all people talked about at school
        even the lesbians found it humorous

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  46. multiplemichael

    USING PAST TENSE FOR PRESENT EXPERIENCE
    it’s always creepy seeing the framed photo
    of the baby that got tossed
    inwardly troubled
    the entire family
    have to hide the ladders
    to keep them off the roof

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    • eatmorewords

      I got confused with the tense
      I saw that film tomorrow
      the baby was thrown back into the moving car
      I shaved the hair back unto my face
      I build this from the ground up
      there was no roof

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      • multiplemichael

        MAKE-BELIEVE SELVES
        I woke up as James Brown
        instantly facing the uncontrollable distresses
        of life as the Godfather of Soul
        pushed from the safety of Dark Town
        into the cruel world of white people
        my beautiful shoes ruined by the margin of hate
        a real black man trying to find my center
        not a hybrid or a turncoat
        ****so sad to see my friends and family
        as wind-blown trash

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      • eatmorewords

        as James Brown I shuffled outta darktown into the light
        of car chases
        black economic empowerment
        and street drugs –
        living in America
        a role model for those below the comments
        the first black president who’s shoes sell in email for 5 figures

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  47. multiplemichael

    it is okay to cut down a million trees
    to make toothpicks
    but just try to take poverty
    away from the common man
    ****God constantly thinks about the debt
    that humans can never repay

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    • eatmorewords

      a million trees cut down to make a million matches which are used to burn down a million trees – lumberjacks with toothpicks hanging
      the black lungs of the amazon
      – how deep is to deep?

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    • multiplemichael

      I gave her a valentine
      with instructions on how to construct an ARK
      I also included a map where the ladder was hidden
      yesterday when I drove past her house
      the entire family was on the roof

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      • eatmorewords

        from the roof the view is better
        you can see all across the neighbourhood – the empty swings,
        over flowing bins
        – all the people in the postcode wanted to know what they were doing on the roof?
        – was it a fashion they needed to follow?

        the hardware store raised the prices of ladders by 25%

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    • eatmorewords

      Kentucky valentine and the family tree
      once removed from the scene of the crime – cousins in dungarees – home made cards with molasses finger marks
      – sin now was the towns motto
      SIN NOW

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      • multiplemichael

        —————SIN NOW
        the experienced poet has no trouble
        shaking sex loose
        the guilt of hearing cries
        behind a motel door
        never mind
        significance in age
        harmless sex
        harmless pleasure
        a tiny broken arm

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  48. multiplemichael

    NO CERTAINTY IN SEEING
    and yet you saw the entire family on the roof
    their neighbors were nervous
    the known and trusted pattern
    of life on that street
    was compromised
    who or what was the enemy ?
    self-centeredness
    more impossible than possible
    the water would surge
    and everyone would drown
    what would their last thought be
    ****damn, picked the wrong religion again

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    • eatmorewords

      were they on the roof to spy?
      were they there for the view?
      were they counting tiles?
      it unnerved them
      was this end of days or just the middle of the week?
      – eating pages of the Gideon and making little fires

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  49. multiplemichael

    THOUGH MOMENTARILY SHAKEN
    FROM PETTY SELF-INTEREST
    motionless in shallow thoughts
    essentially motionless
    ————————–
    loved ones are flat
    one-dimensional
    nothing to set one panting
    SHRIVELING SEX
    increasingly ludicrous
    “leave a specimen in a cup”
    ****gangrenous romance
    —————————
    CRITICAL CONCERN
    the adequacy of the use
    the withholding
    skillful antics
    tiptoe camouflage

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  50. multiplemichael

    like-minded people on the roof
    nothing arbitrary
    handbills warning of the flood
    pitting life against death
    like never before
    scientists calling it a natural disaster
    a return to death with intentional artistry

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  51. multiplemichael

    legitimate sexual expression
    aware of limits
    respectful of marginality
    intellectual and artistic sodomy
    backdoor bohemia, more authentic
    best-rewarded those who go first
    intentions change with dialogue of seed

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  52. multiplemichael

    BEST-REWARDED THOSE WHO GO FIRST
    the naked man has nothing to be ashamed of
    CONSTANT NUDITY
    known to trivialize, de-eroticize, demystify
    ****old romances litter the sides of the path

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    • eatmorewords

      a man in lipstick is still a man
      head held high
      – school boy toilet wall graffiti outline of a dong
      lines of ejaculate up the wall
      – undercarriage in the wind
      – all your old romances fade but the scent remains

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  53. multiplemichael

    I told the librarian that I wasn’t interested
    in soft music or rainbow colors
    no autumn leaves or unicorns
    rather, poetry with no sensitivity
    to the wrongs of the bedroom
    I wanted air-raid siren sodomy
    in a tight package of words
    no visuals or limited visuals

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  54. multiplemichael

    people from your storybook life
    become castaways
    no longer sources of satisfaction
    their perfection lowered several notches
    balloons of disappointment
    nervous Surrealists in your living room
    poets reading poetry at a disruptive level
    jazz musicians cupping their ears
    when I spoke to you
    I could read your mind
    and you were wishing
    that you were someone else
    earlier you had laughed at your despair
    now you seem completely alienated
    no longer your ordinary self
    detachment can lead to darkness

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    • eatmorewords

      the bit part players that once loomed so large have faded into the background
      human scenery for a two act play
      – poets reading poems about poets
      – alienated from yourself you tied string round your waist to keep you tethered here –

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  55. multiplemichael

    break up the detachment
    bring in the clowns
    the multiple mentalities
    poetic words that employ the reader
    yes, situations from our daily struggles
    any contact with real-life mystery
    detectives, Soviet spies, coffee counter girls
    the flashlight was so powerful
    that simple recognition
    seemed religious

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    • eatmorewords

      a spotlight so powerful it shines right through you – exposed like an X-ray
      – a mile long shadow leads to the harbour –
      the arks teary eyed send off
      the brass band were hire for an hour and paid per note –

      and after the explosion Leviathan closed for an hour
      – a mark of respect
      – a minutes silence was the closest you came to peace

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      • multiplemichael

        I ASKED YOU TO HIRE A “BAD ASS” BAND
        not a brass band—but it is of no concern
        wearing Easter colors they seemed delicate
        and the audience loved the possibility
        that something could go wrong
        a HumptyDumpty moment
        or worse
        shattered rainbows
        on expensive carpet

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      • eatmorewords

        the band all had bad asses
        pimples and spots
        abrasions and stains
        – shamed faced men
        – bad musicians and mucus
        – leaving tracks like snails
        – when Easter comes no one thinks of the dead Christ they think of the bunny and his fur

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      • multiplemichael

        employees at the Leviathan
        regarded poetry as a violation of real life
        crafted words with the aid of parlor tricks
        anything outside the world of sea shells
        or brightly colored autumn leaves
        was just meaningless chatter
        angry squirrel talk

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      • eatmorewords

        meaningless chatter in the food queues
        notes passed in the line
        – a secret code passed down the female line –
        – I know to those that see this will think IS THIS POETRY?

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      • multiplemichael

        —————“IS THIS POETRY”—————-
        the answer is YES but only for a fleeting moment
        mixing real life with fictional reality will have a short shelf life
        readers are dying rapidly and being replaced with generic slugs
        somewhere in the future
        families will desperately
        try to hide relatives who read
        DOGS WILL BE TRAINED TO SNIFF OUT BOOKS

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      • eatmorewords

        readers are dropping from the edge of the pier
        one by one
        no need to read now
        no need for poetry now
        no need for prayer now

        slowly the flare filled in the gaps
        reality TV ADVERTS woman with healthy hair

        the patron saint of poets* can be found at the pool hall

        *St. Columba is unemployed, one poem away from skid row

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  56. multiplemichael

    they say that the detectives are watching you
    because you are employing evil in a creative manner
    —–a poet responding symbolically to life
    just one huge mass of specialized cells
    —————————————-
    can you imagine
    how God explained
    the whole going-to-the-bathroom process
    to Adam and Eve ?

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    • eatmorewords

      god,
      like a child
      in front of Eves nakedness he blushed and looked away –
      – the smallest bodily functions made him giggle
      when he saw he sit down to pee he pointed and laughed –
      he wasn’t amused
      just embarrassed

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      • multiplemichael

        people who walk around at night
        with a knife in their hand
        hoping to kill something
        for breakfast
        think that squatting to pee
        is a sign of being submissive
        and a punishment
        (God wasn’t generous with the female drain pipe)

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  57. multiplemichael

    I found myself in line for the new movie
    “POETS READING POEMS ABOUT POETS”
    the film started
    in a lighted window of a perfume shop
    thousands of tiny transparent bottles
    and one ugly pickle jar with black snot
    FAMOUS FLARF FROM AROUND THE WORLD
    word combinations so lovely and poignant
    that the pain of squeezing them into the FLARF jar
    was too much to bear for less stable poets
    poets with a history of playing close
    to the edge of madness
    —————————
    wearing layers of large puffy diaper-briefs
    uttering endless questions about measuring time
    suffering out of tune inner ear static
    constantly being pursued
    by agents of regret and small town detectives
    —————————
    unwittingly cruel parents
    who were peculiar at best
    —————————
    the local librarian
    a 50 year veteran
    of romantic girlishness
    fiasco after fiasco
    next to impossible
    just no where
    for your finger to go

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    • eatmorewords

      the film of poets reading poem was on show for one night only – queues snaked around the block
      – past the coffee shop, ice cream parlour, organic whole food cafe :
      – members of society dressed up in suits and furs – rattling jewellery dusted off
      stiff walkers with polished black shoes
      —a new scene in darktown—

      amateur poetry clubs sprung up over night
      no one knew what to do
      words thrown together strange bedfellows with fingers deep in the FLARF jar – well,
      at least its a start

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      • eatmorewords

        removed from buildings
        names struck through on lists
        shunned at the supermarket
        PERSONA NON GRATA
        PERSONA NON GRATA
        they removed the vowels from all his works – gobbledygook flarf –
        the only poets they wanted followed the rules
        – the only poetry you hear is on TV adverts for fast food and big cars –

        FAKE POETRY AT PROM

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      • multiplemichael

        Hippies didn’t go to the prom
        were not welcome
        classmates (no gays)
        gussied up in strange burial clothes
        the females forced to look like fancy cow-town whores
        fake Hawaiian themes year after year
        Hawaiian music played on a $39 phonograph
        in movies the menfolk get lucky
        in real life it was just part of an initiation
        “WELCOME TO THE PHONY WORLD”
        —————————————–
        —————————————–
        biological organs on display
        perfectly trimmed hair
        and pink lips of sweetness
        Polish foreskins that didn’t seem natural
        in a weird way
        males were more concerned than the females
        no one touched
        only light from the overhead lamp
        “my God, I would hate to get that caught in a zipper”

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      • multiplemichael

        AMATEUR POETRY NIGHT WITH CINNAMON TOAST
        monkey business in the nightclub restroom
        poets and readers pissing pure brown coffee
        movie stars confused over their gender
        were asking others for advice
        generic people were going outside to pee
        one woman refused to go
        and had to be removed by medical transport
        “FAILURE TO URINATE”
        ****raw material for the FLARF jar

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  58. multiplemichael

    BY AGENTS OF REGRET
    AND SMALL TOWN CHEESE
    hooked up to a lie-detector
    “have you ever read a book from start to finish ?”
    your feet are in a plastic tub of water
    someone prepares to hand you a naked wire
    you may be celebrating the Fourth of July early
    pray that your Lord is protecting you
    pray that he doesn’t know about the antics with the librarian
    you were at the wrong place at the wrong time
    too young to understand the exchange
    poisonous ideas from a snake
    the struggle with swollen seed

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    • eatmorewords

      woke up to unanswered correspondence – mass of words that needs viewing and digesting –
      waking up
      or going to sleep feels the same
      – strict aunt said if you touch your noodle it will fall off –
      refused the pleasure through fear

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  59. multiplemichael

    strange bedfellows with long thin fingers
    in the FLARF jar
    the black snot is not chocolate
    it is full of recognition but without taste
    LIARS say that it reminds them of old fruitcake

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  60. multiplemichael

    the old poet said that his wife
    was full of recognition
    but tasted like a German sausage
    the embankments were enchanting
    but the hair had gone ape-like
    ———————————-
    common sense
    common decency
    amusing, thoughtful poetry
    —————————–
    wear nice clothing
    and smile all the time
    Kentucky has a large cave
    small towns surrounding it
    are full of monkey business
    unpleasant monkey business

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    • multiplemichael

      pulling and hoisting
      footmarks on the wall
      striking out on some little side-track
      she said that it was like being on horseback
      ————————–
      once the pain stopped
      he was sure
      it would feel
      wonderful

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  61. multiplemichael

    I just smiled and sort of drifted away
    passionate debates involving the government
    what do I know ?
    (+) conquest and extermination
    I was thinking about the importance and function of literature
    contemplating a simple analysis of current poetry
    entertaining the Pavlovs and the Freuds
    ——————————————
    looking at surveillance footage
    seeds falling on shallow ground

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    • eatmorewords

      things were happening all around and yet she couldn’t find the beginning or see the end
      – she heard whispers and harsh rhetoric
      – people started hoarding basic necessities (10000 litres of water stored in small bottles) –
      – shops sold out of tinned meat
      on TV they offered analysis

      someone said they had erased the tapes

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  62. multiplemichael

    NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE
    5000 times—-no need to apologize
    mental picture—throwing furniture from the balcony
    of the Honeymoon Suite
    Bohemian Catholics were camped in the parking lot
    praying to the Lord and trying to apply the daily lesson

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    • eatmorewords

      in the morning she told me she dreams about dead children, furniture polluted with lice, a city surrounded by tanks, loud screams and buses that don’t run on time

      she had four honeymoons

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  63. multiplemichael

    looking for the remote control
    press mute and relax
    freedom forgotten
    (ugly buttocks coated with ridicule)
    living perpetually in the shadow of Dark Town
    sweet-smiling on a feather bed
    smoked out—idolized only by the dead
    SUBTERRANEAN
    decayed not rotten
    adolescent pleasures
    to hell with dying slowly
    to hell with being imperturbable

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  64. multiplemichael

    THE CRIMINAL COMMITS
    THE WORST OF CRIMES
    AGAINST HIMSELF
    the darkening of the narrator
    the voice of the poet
    a frenzy of words
    that lead to self-betrayal
    ———–external acts at the motel
    destructive inner consequences
    ———–a motel room with two doors
    which evades responsibility ?

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    • eatmorewords

      crime against the self
      usually committed in darkened rooms
      away from prying eyes and the detectives
      a frenzied act
      all over in a matter of seconds
      the explosion mixed with guilt, satisfaction, loathing and the nagging feeling of who’s going to clear the mess up?

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  65. multiplemichael

    SHE kept asking me if I saw shiny spots
    She wanted me to hold her at a weird angle
    and make her slosh around
    I wanted her to ride me and make ripples
    not simulated pleasure
    heavy quote marks around “real”
    real kitty-cat action
    with towels on top of towels
    SHE asked, “what is it with us ?”
    basically it was how things move and cling
    motion and stickiness and wordless intangibles

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  66. multiplemichael

    “WHO WAS THAT DITZY BLONDE IN THE KITCHEN ? ”
    poetry translated from household language
    linguistic twists in linguistic games
    practitioners in poetry
    agree 100%
    modern poetry is a horrendous mess
    poets are drinking straight from the FLARF jar
    reality with double and triple translations
    reflections of reality in circus mirrors
    ****poetry in a pile of fabrications (a hint of cheap perfume)

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  67. multiplemichael

    “WHO WAS THAT DITZY BLONDE IN THE KITCHEN ?”
    music translated from the buzz that surrounds errors
    humming galore around the ripe fruit of language
    practitioners in music
    agree 100%
    modern music is a horrendous mess

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    • eatmorewords

      all evidence was placed there by that rat bastard
      he put the ditzy blonde in the kitchen
      in the kitchen with the cutlery
      and the radio that only plays modern music
      music that sours the food
      rots the fruit



      I’m watching a black and white film there were no explosions or flesh exposed just people talking and a jazz soundtrack —

      were things better in those days?
      were things better in those days?
      were things better in those days?
      were things better in those days?

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      • multiplemichael

        won the lottery
        a free pass
        to undergo
        a sex-change operation
        when I called the number
        no one spoke English
        mental morphing
        my beautiful dong
        for a dried up Clementine

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      • eatmorewords

        No English speaky
        just gestures pointing and shouting – some drew what they couldn’t say –
        anatomically incorrect but you get the picture –

        scrotum a retracted dried walnut

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  68. multiplemichael

    outside the window
    a 1000 questions about noise
    what does music actually sound like ?
    what about guttural, incoherent singing ?
    ——————————————-
    ——————————————-
    the small voice said,
    “what you did—is what I would have done”
    that’s how I make it through the day
    AN IMPORTANT STEP—-MOTIVATION
    question your willingness to submit yourself
    to other people’s mistreatment

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  69. multiplemichael

    cross-burning poetry
    poetry with bright red swastikas
    poetry covered in chicken blood
    barbarous poetry
    words spelled in dark rooms
    diluted words as well as butt-naked words
    words from Bible class in a church basement
    words that would only be found
    in the pockets of the Whore of Babylon
    ——————clearly spelled out
    trying to understand something completely
    suffering mental health difficulties
    because it cannot be erased

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  70. multiplemichael

    jerked out of sleep
    forced to submit to other’s mistreatment
    the daily juggle—how many will you drop today ?
    clock hands spinning out of control
    cheap perfume and cruelty intermingled
    bamboozled by personality quirks
    translatable currency on the supper table
    heterosexual longing
    expressed through tooth brushing

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  71. multiplemichael

    shaking her behind, SHE said,
    “this is your rate of exchange”
    buttock communication
    translate it with your mind
    translate it with a wad of currency
    ———————should someone
    call her husband and inform him ?
    (+) a provocative way of dressing
    (+) flirtatious behavior
    ****longing rekindled

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    • eatmorewords

      everything was lost in translation
      meaning dissolved
      my currency became worthless trinkets of paper and metal
      that in 40years will be laughable
      – I informed her of my intentions –

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      • multiplemichael

        your intentions became ever-widening circles
        into perpetual time and space
        the shoes that offer greater intensity
        and greater accuracy
        cost as much as a small automobile
        the concept of being true to life
        illustrated on the side of the shoe box
        shoes that serve as vehicles
        to get one through the day
        no need to remain in the slow lane

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      • eatmorewords

        your brother kept all his misgivings in a shoe box
        – no one can measure anything with 100% accuracy – especially emotions

        my brother told me things I didn’t believe – he showed me pictures of cosmonauts under the sea –

        poor peoples feet are vehicles
        tyre shoes
        lace petrol

        slow lane movement

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  72. multiplemichael

    your private sleep time is disturbed
    by horny males asking you
    if Marilyn Monroe
    is really your real-life wife
    and if they can take her for a test drive
    (+) provocative modes of dressing
    (+) flirtatious behavior
    dark clouds of yearning block out the sunlight
    detached intellectuals parked at the library
    puddles of male psychology beneath the urinals
    tissue paper for empathy and compassion
    someone offers to hold your hand
    but intimacy leads to sodomy
    ——–diluted or partial——–

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  73. multiplemichael

    people tried to ignore the relentless push
    intelligence was infringing ever more
    thoughts were becoming too large
    to color with crayons
    elbow to elbow with machines
    that whistle “Dixie”
    and shed fake tears
    ****underground poetry based on rivalry

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  74. multiplemichael

    machines looking at photos
    of silicon-chip dinosaurs
    listening to chimpanzee based music
    sounds without a mathematical pattern

    streams of obscure sounds
    punctuated by unexpected wails
    oft-forgotten Yoko screaming
    the queen of vocal grapplings

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  75. multiplemichael

    music with an insistent beat
    Yoko and her tiny fists
    shouting a single sentence
    SHE was a goldfish flopping
    ————————————
    ————————————
    I wanted John to solve the riddle
    but he was dead
    straggling behind

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  76. multiplemichael

    contemporary rap lingo
    Italian cigarettes
    pressing the gas pedal to the floor
    boy scouts using criminal slang
    exerting pressure and making it felt
    masturbating Anglo-Saxon style
    ****masturbating as a form of counterfeit GAY conduct
    —————————————————————
    just try to cash a check with your hands out of place
    SHE said that it was medium-sized
    you thanked God it wasn’t less

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    • eatmorewords

      Italian cigarettes mixed in with the finest herbs –
      rap cigarettes for the urban gentleman –
      new lexicon
      new words

      the goalposts are moved

      – sock masturbation*

      new Boy Scout badges:
      •web design
      •economics
      •analytics
      •metaphysical philosophy
      •Bowieism

      *there are those that admit it and those that live in denial

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  77. multiplemichael

    you papered your living room walls
    with pages from the King James Bible
    and as you put up the last page
    you realized
    that you had made a mistake
    the exact facial expression
    your father made
    in the delivery room
    he told the nurse
    that he had accidently ate
    some cat food
    a colorization of the truth
    no one thought the worst

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  78. multiplemichael

    I sent a note to my friend in Canada
    I told her that my thoughts had been centered
    on the food we eat
    for some odd reason I think that food
    falls from the sky
    demons feeding their servants
    dirty rotten demons
    equals
    dirty rotten food

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      • multiplemichael

        SHE posted daily letters
        not just ordinary letters
        but important self-documenting letters
        other people might walk around as nobodies
        but SHE was not a brazen lie
        no sleazeballs in her family tree
        SHE was proud of her position in the Alphabet Dance
        ****life was not modular—-things being interchangeable
        was okay for storybooks and movies but not for real life

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      • eatmorewords

        she posted autobiographical letters to the future you
        the letter documented feelings
        things she’d seen
        a list of her favourite songs
        anecdotes and laws she’d broken
        nothing callous
        she told me to write a book
        she told me it wouldn’t be a best seller
        but it would be treasured
        life isn’t
        but it is

        the sleaze balls that hung out at the Curie house always
        ripped their trouser legs as they climbed over her fence

        the security dogs barked but you knew they couldn’t be bothered to bite

        the books are always better than the film even when they’re not in
        3D

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  79. multiplemichael

    how does one keep the poets
    insensitive to the need
    for more immediate wealth ?
    —————I tried to picture the detectives
    as angels around the Cross of Redemption
    alabaster Christ in the morning sun
    the law-bugs are thick today
    dog dicks on two legs
    “Hey Pinky”

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  80. multiplemichael

    HOW MANY CITIZENS FAIL TO FULFILL THE LAWS
    NECESSARY TO RECEIVE THE SAVIOR’S BLESSINGS ?
    that’s the key that starts the engine of
    “Look, I’m living life now”
    LOOK I’M LIVING LIFE NOW !!!
    I know that there is a black Pentecostal church
    inside the walls of geography
    I can locate them with my ears
    white men like me are blind

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    • eatmorewords

      how many citizens are registered at the town hall?
      mistakes in the census
      where do all these people hide?
      undercover people that don’t exists on any lists
      – the underbelly of the populace
      – living now 23 feet under that radar
      the headaches of a 1000 hymns
      James Brown priest with voodoo feet

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  81. multiplemichael

    people were waiting in line for a reward of merit
    strong souls up to their knees in harshness
    puritan boulders on top of puritan shoulders
    a simple schooling in Christian logic
    they say that the SHE creature is in the tree
    her roots naked for all to see
    her sex rooting for Adam

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    • eatmorewords

      I joined the line to see what was at the end
      but there was another line
      that joined another line – the view
      the back of someone’s heads
      – a head like a boulder hewn from Noah’s mountain

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      • multiplemichael

        —-a head like a boulder hewn from Noah’s mountain
        peculiar to conversational poetry
        Noah’s mountain being basically “emotional poverty”
        the world was a lonely place
        NATURE was basically in charge of artistic expression
        the wind was constantly singing,
        “go tell it on the mountain”

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      • multiplemichael

        the children of the Ark
        singing to the mountain
        while the struggle and suffering
        began to take shape
        poets carrying their crosses
        poets not only having to survive the wilderness
        but having to conquer it and build the cities
        a break with the past is costly
        try not to think about the Seventh Seal

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  82. multiplemichael

    ————————————————————————-
    ———POETS SPEAKING HUMAN VERY WEAKLY
    beyond understanding
    most likely incoherent
    nutty language
    I got upset at the library
    endless sorrow and revulsion
    it was like EVE was the mastermind
    ———-anguish wet with droplets of pain
    identities lost in remoteness
    saccharine rich blasphemy

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  83. multiplemichael

    BUSY BEGGING EMERGENCY FIRST AID
    poetry recovering in the background
    behind the billboard for Christ
    the poet succumbs to the streets of Dark Town
    taking the spider pills and climaxing blood
    loving the white women and their rolls of fat
    living Halloween each and every day
    ———————————————–
    sitting in a circle listening to incest stories
    workshops on bath salt sentimentality
    sleeping in a group home
    with people who pull wings off bugs

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  84. multiplemichael

    the final day
    the day that one makes account with the Lord
    the fear of parental domination
    the fear of sexual maturity
    the fear of leaving the mother’s protection
    the fear of breaking bread with the community
    ————————————————–
    standing in line
    endless heads on shoulders
    boulders hewn from Noah’s mountain

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  85. multiplemichael

    all those legal papers signed
    at the agency of fatherhood
    at what price a sense of selfhood
    the lack of an initiation rite
    sidetracked by boulders on the path
    fully rounded heads hewn by the Lord

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    • eatmorewords

      those legal papers were never really read
      no-one could be bothered with all that
      small print
      magnifying glass with the price tag still attached

      – the boulders were positioned in a pattern that resembled a constellation not seen by the human eye

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  86. multiplemichael

    —————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————-CONSTANTLY SCRUBBED BUT NO LABOR
    CAN EVER MAKE CLEAN———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

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  87. multiplemichael

    poetry written about approaching footsteps
    angry footsteps
    God marching around the garden
    a famous tread in the garden of Eden
    the day the gate was locked
    —————————
    no one questioned why God would have feet
    ————-why would he be upset ?
    He was the author of history
    life tramples life

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    • eatmorewords

      the approaching footprints the rain tapping on the window
      invisible fingers writing an invisible book –

      they climbed over the fence to the garden of Eden, they bought a packed lunch with them, a blanket with cat hair – the garden was overgrown
      the fruit was rotten
      dogs runs wild
      they made a mental note to write a one star review

      why would God have feet – more importantly why did Adam have a navel?

      the dogs of Eden barked all night long

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      • eatmorewords

        the barking dogs with
        xylophone ribs
        with spittle and foam on pointy teeth
        poked with a stick
        a big shape stick

        let loose to run free
        feral beasts
        off the leash

        unborn children didn’t need to worry about this

        and tomorrow the boy becomes a man

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  88. multiplemichael

    A COLLECTION OF WORDS:
    ( ALL THE ILLS THAT FLESH IS HEIR TO )
    unprotected poets
    boundless melancholy
    weeping and almost weeping
    pain signaled by screams
    Moses was forced to toss boulders at sinners
    Moses was forced to swallow rope
    until it came out both ends
    Ham seeing his father’s penis
    bloodstained forever—the criminal lambs
    defiled in love—the stare of Heaven full face
    the serpent and the father’s rod
    sexual rivalry
    before Freud
    ———–
    ———–
    labeling straight from religious neurosis
    tortured with feces and urine
    at an early age
    constantly being reminded where people came from
    being forced to stare at the wound
    being forced to spit on it
    badmouthing Satan
    badmouthing the man snake

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  89. multiplemichael

    ( ALL THE ILLS THAT FLESH IS HEIR TO )
    a square edge world with a shapeless God
    baptism with water saved from the Flood
    circumcision stained broken glass
    big fat umbilical cords
    —————————-
    —————————-
    dust blown from the desert
    dust on the hands of time
    ghetto mud in Dark Town
    hymn-singing
    gospel-shouting
    hand-clapping
    Pentecostal jazz
    redeemed from Adam’s sin
    justified by faith
    mother cries—thrown to the curb
    no one tied to her
    a free agent in a cruel cycle
    20 years being squeezed for milk
    humiliated by white people
    how do they walk upright ?

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    • eatmorewords

      shapeless god like running water
      the bead of sweat

      baptised in saltwater
      the black rim of dirt
      around the communal bath

      the way the dust sticks in the gaps
      under the flaps
      of skin

      her face like a map
      of unexplored terrain

      south of florida

      her breast milk curdled
      the swollen pain

      the skin removed from the circumcision
      grafted on to the burn victims face

      waste not
      want not

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  90. multiplemichael

    being forced to underline
    autobiographical elements
    pangs of guilt
    exploratory fear
    childhood isolation
    parental confinement
    so simple when reduced to words
    rather than listen to and obey the home story
    sex dog troubles things a thousand miles away

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    • eatmorewords

      all the real truth was removed
      whitewashed it
      the flare magnet moved the words around
      to create a new view point

      i ate the blackstar toast

      isolation in thought
      no dots to join

      when the got off the train the saw the sign above the entrance
      EAT MORE WORDS

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  91. multiplemichael

    EAT MORE WORDS was the law
    watch each other
    eat each other
    laughingly sister and brother
    mad cow disease humor
    if we were in the military we could say,
    “Old Buddy”
    I could show you my gun
    pretend that I was shooting people
    you shouldn’t touch the barrel
    it’s just not right
    ****hope flickers briefly

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  92. multiplemichael

    I was upset about the undercutting
    of my sexual activities
    who knew SHE was so dominant ?
    ride a horse and shoot a gun
    shoot me right in the head
    shoot me right in the heart
    SHE was like six women in one
    I told them at the hospital
    that SHE broke my arm
    they thought I deserved worse

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    • eatmorewords

      I was so upset I left the city
      I crossed the line
      I left it behind
      lived a life with no activity
      – I took pictures of house and myself to prove I existed
      – I phone the girl I lost my virginity to but I am the wrong number
      – but I recognised the voice at the end of the line
      – the nurse who was at my birth follows me online

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  93. multiplemichael

    SHE never said that word out loud
    “brother”
    so what if I married my sister
    people always say,
    “what a convenient crutch”
    ———————————
    free to live my life
    outside the prison walls of religion
    to love my own blood
    to love myself twice

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    • multiplemichael

      almost all of my free time was spent at the barn
      SHE rode horses and made them jump
      I mingled with other barn husbands
      it was rather a poor white man Harlem
      something was happening
      the later it got
      the more
      it was
      HAPPENING
      ————–
      in the horse world
      the sex organ is a weapon

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      • eatmorewords

        ——-recollection——–
        young me on a horse
        hat wobbling on my head
        – I was told to stand up when it pissed
        and he pissed
        and it sounded like a waterfall – I was scared by the noise
        I could only guess the size of the meat
        – it galloped off
        the hat wobbled ———

        horse nostrils are dark black holes

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  94. multiplemichael

    a lot of thankless labor at the barn
    mounds of poop and gallons of pee
    straw and hay and feed and treats
    weaker, submissive women with hopes
    to be controlled and mounted
    to submit to the weapon of love
    rough lovemaking with little seduction
    overpowering friction for as long as possible

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  95. multiplemichael

    SHE said that it was always the best
    when it wouldn’t go in at first
    a slight delay in alignment
    almost, almost, yes—now for sure
    —————————–
    test the power of sin
    a receptive family member
    prayers and a go at it

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  96. multiplemichael

    at what point is tampering permitted ?
    no clean answer—linguistic oddities
    I often smoked with a cosmonaut
    I never asked him
    why he had a Chinese dictionary
    on his dashboard
    he told me several times
    that people with pet peeves
    were weaklings
    —————-
    often when he spoke
    I had mental pictures
    of a blowtorch
    on the sex parts
    cruel stuff
    so thankful, baby bird
    you had a happy life

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    • eatmorewords

      she told that everything was cool
      then she listed her top ten peeves
      pet hates
      some wouldn’t translate
      she had to draw pictures to full explain
      – sometimes she said
      words just aren’t enough
      we need symbols and signs
      – a manual of feelings

      the cosmonaut dropped his spanner and spent an eternity looking for it

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      • multiplemichael

        SHE was fond of reducing humans
        to the level of Hollywood caricatures
        I remember that there was one large black circle
        when asked what that represented
        SHE replied, “that’s the entrance to the coal mine”
        written under the image: Malcolm X

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      • eatmorewords

        little red Malcolm x
        change your name
        change your views
        full circle travelled
        around the periphery
        by any means necessary

        standing at the window
        gun in one hand
        dick in the other

        certain photos over exposed and consigned to history

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      • multiplemichael

        the life of the cosmonaut
        a riddle that could only be read
        in the dark with a flashlight
        there was a structural thread
        the comments were NOT fragmentary
        ———————————————-
        each poet had a unique store-front personality
        joined hands through open windows
        naked photos under the pillows
        unprincipled thoughts
        far from realistic

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      • eatmorewords

        the store front personality had spider webs in the corner and a CLOSED sign –
        the lizard king of the campus
        the lizard king in the office
        delusions of grandeur measured from a distance
        measured in tiny increments of dark space

        undisciplined poet just never knew when to stop

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      • multiplemichael

        THE POET WEARING THIN UNDERWEAR
        on icy nights
        sleeping next to a long dead friend
        disordered restless sleep—a ghastly chatter
        sexual gratification—what a joke
        not even a moistening

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      • eatmorewords

        the poet was wearing a tin helmet
        he slept next to a knife
        all those nights of tossing & turning and those times when the dreams just ended


        – a Rolodex of ideas
        and encyclopaedia of maps
        pictures of astronauts

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      • multiplemichael

        sleeping with a sharp knife
        when you were young
        but these days
        the blade is blunt
        your sheets so dirty
        that they can only be described
        in a foreign language
        ****the local knife-grinder invents sexual escapades
        involving your mother
        ——————————————————————
        SPARKLES FALLING FROM THE WOMB
        when SHE bends over
        tiny showers of gold
        amaze everyone

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  97. multiplemichael

    please don’t confuse the cosmonaut
    with my Puerto Rican boyfriend
    my big muscular brown man
    they said that it was rape
    but it didn’t feel like rape
    our paths crossed
    zero resistance

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  98. multiplemichael

    angels on a far-off hill
    I wave and they fly away
    the world is fascinating
    on expensive drugs
    unwavering love for the good stuff
    everything immediate to the eyes
    the kingdom back there
    Holy Sustenance

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    • eatmorewords

      they confiscated my passport
      and said I didn’t look like the photo in there –
      there was a stamp from when I visited a different time zone
      where the currency was multicoloured and the leader had a moustache
      – I took the expensive drugs
      – I took the expensive drugs
      – I saw the angels fly away
      they looked like birds
      the looked the letter M in the distance and the canopy of blue sky

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      • multiplemichael

        you called your grade school report card
        your passport
        a strong A+ in anatomy
        a busy lad registering details of yourself
        like Adam— you naming parts
        repeating some from the pool hall

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      • eatmorewords

        all day in class looking at atlases
        chewing gum stuck under the table
        just hard rubber now

        a fake note making an excuse
        experts will study the signature
        authenticity demanded

        too many lost nights at the pool hall

        blue chalk dust

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  99. multiplemichael

    old friends and telephones
    gone to the tombs
    defeated people on cheap drugs
    defeated people with defeated eyes
    I didn’t even count the money
    I just said, “I want the good stuff”

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    • eatmorewords

      the defeated eyes of the straw men
      black sockets and buried in what they wear – I saw 7 yesterday
      I saw 4 today –
      rich folk look on from their windows
      rich folks can afford the good stuff –
      inside their mausoleum they had wifi

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      • multiplemichael

        soft-tickling WIFI on the genitals
        mysterious contours
        that other men lacked
        scars from religious fanaticism
        or monkey business
        ———–the appetite of a young man (volume 1)
        ——————————————
        ——————————————
        nightly dusting from a labyrinth of factories
        people with ambiguities loved the Leviathan

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  100. multiplemichael

    cheap drugs cause people to self-destruct
    so many slip down the other side of the precipice
    the angels with their eye contact
    I am not afraid
    my eyes open wide
    David Bowie singing, “Have a Black Star”

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    • eatmorewords

      the straw men made their own drugs from stuff left in bottles found under the sink
      – some alcohol
      – some chemicals from prostate pills some chemicals from here and there
      – they washed it down rainwater and dog tears
      it got stuck in the throat like glue on paper

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  101. multiplemichael

    TO CROSS OVER TO THAT WORLD
    JUST BEHIND THE EYES
    to have the world’s strongest man
    pick you up and carry you around the house
    to toss you in bed and make love to you
    regardless of gender
    the hardness in him
    was the thing missing in previous love
    beyond argument, it was the firm hardness
    ————————————————–
    at the clinic I saw a small booklet
    “Re-evaluate your rape”

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    • eatmorewords

      I tried to talk to a dead relative through the old fashioned telephone but I kept getting cross wires
      – a call to a pizza place
      – a business specialising in cleaning statues of war generals
      – the relative I later realised wasn’t even dead
      just a clerical error

      it’s always just a clerical error
      a misplaced 0
      an upside down t

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      • multiplemichael

        TALKING TO DEPARTED RELATIVES
        dead people rapidly lose the images of life
        the tiny particles just float away
        the identity of loved ones vanish
        a thousand promises
        to reveal all that can be
        human being mysteries
        questions with multiple answers
        open palms begging
        handshakes through windows
        waving at angels and being ignored

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      • eatmorewords

        talking to dead relatives
        he held the phone of black ivory
        the coil of leads
        a snake near his ear
        he thought he heard elephants down the line
        a savannah appeared

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      • eatmorewords

        talking to dead relatives
        he held the phone of black ivory
        the coil of leads
        a snake near his ear
        he thought he heard elephants down the line
        – the smallest particles make the biggest things –
        all those handshakes
        all those dirty hands
        unwashed after the dismissal
        funeral soil under nails

        he stood like a crucifix
        a shadow was cast

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      • multiplemichael

        dead relatives change from day to night
        helpless things shy from a mother’s tongue
        all they want to know is their age
        WHY CAN’T THEY STAND IN SANITY ?
        diapers laced with irony
        vulgar and offensive matter
        from the secret eye

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    • multiplemichael

      confusing flashbacks
      playing young to fool death
      buying dialogue in front of a vacant storefront
      buying cut-up words and altered prose
      ———————————————–
      dating a gospel singer
      with an odd nose
      doing what lovers do
      I found it easy to orgasm
      if I thought about her nose being uncircumcised
      and in the heat of the moment
      its slick pink head
      would pop out

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      • eatmorewords

        on the day of rest
        the gospel singer held a collection plate out
        – penny for your thoughts?
        —–in the heat of the moment I said the stupidest things
        I mentioned her nose looked like a bee sting

        after the vasectomy he could only ejaculate dust

        how can you have a flashback to something that never happened?

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      • multiplemichael

        9 out of 10 flashbacks
        occur from events
        witnessed on the television
        when one sees oceans of people
        just think how many of them
        was thrown from a speeding car
        when they were infants
        ————————-
        phrases from the honeymoon motel
        designed to flatter and appease

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      • multiplemichael

        there is still a considerable undertow
        of doubt
        about the way in which the husband
        chose to use his prodigious strength
        ****SHE got all jammed up with dick-cheese

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  102. multiplemichael

    RAPE TO THE BRINK OF DEATH
    affection and comfort
    unwavering love
    Gospel tunes
    on the radio
    my Puerto Rican boyfriend
    sleeping in a bright green pasture
    blue-black bulls sniffing his scrotum

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  103. multiplemichael

    sometimes I use an air-mattress pump
    to inflate my Puerto Rican boyfriend
    to an enormous size
    I like when he picks me up
    and tosses me in the air
    like an infant
    I like when he carries me
    around the house
    talking to me in baby-jargon
    ****several times the neighbors complained
    I warned them that God may strike them blind

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  104. multiplemichael

    the darkness of the skin
    intimidates many readers
    Dark Town poets read and write
    under street lights
    horns honking
    small handguns coughing
    blighted expectations are common
    jails and prisons with color bars
    love preached but not practiced
    not a single library in Dark Town

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    • eatmorewords

      skin and a body that never cast a shadow – intimidated by the gang on the corner
      intimidated by the man in the high house –
      the street lights all went off at the same time
      – in the prison they painted the cells pink to calm the criminals down
      no one is calm in dark town

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  105. multiplemichael

    (+) jazz instruments reflect social and cultural orientation
    ————————————————————————–
    literature has its roots in what it was your momma
    put down in front of you at the breakfast table
    the complexity of the meal
    the constant contest
    with brother

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  106. multiplemichael

    any analysis of literary compositions
    ———————————————-
    “IT IS TIGHT SHOES FOR YOU”
    The Battle Hymn of the Conversationalist
    ideological transmission in word form
    beggars with their own cutlery
    ———————————————–
    the smell of unhindered infections
    the poet who wishes to establish a distance
    the poet who shares your pillow and toothbrush
    any mention of objective criticism
    brought laughter at the supper table

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    • eatmorewords

      those tight shoes that made your toes throb
      – cheap shoes
      – really thin soles
      – your blunt knife
      the neighbourhood dogs could sense illness in others
      possible tumours the size of tennis balls
      – small lesions in the skin

      the poet changed his diet

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      • multiplemichael

        when SHE sucked my toes
        it was like SHE was trying to dislodge the nails
        “hide your lunch box and thermos boys”
        SHE got her start by tooth-sucking
        eye-rolling and tooth-sucking
        for $5 I got the around-the-world

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  107. multiplemichael

    quote from the pool hall:
    “truth goes in one end of the bull
    and comes out the other”
    —————————————–
    the unpleasant smell of truth
    amoral, laughing clowns
    at the supper table
    ———————-
    school with its foibles and shortcomings
    unsuccessful efforts to educate
    deceptive, misguided instructors
    the daily discrepancy between reality
    and the perception of reality
    detectives at lunch break
    asking about divergences
    demanding answers to impossible questions
    displaying naked photos from your gym class

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    • eatmorewords

      school was full of shortcomings but the best days of your life they say
      – the taste of sweat on your top lip – the time when days were longer – new bag with unused pencils – that time when everyone smelt fresh
      – thin lines between your reality
      and others perception of your reality –
      history on chalk boards*

      detectives bought in their own lunches DAILY

      *my kids tell me it’s all on computers these days
      WHAT IS CHALK?

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    • multiplemichael

      naked photos from behind the school
      a circle of friends
      it was a NO-assistance circle
      touching others was forbidden
      outdoor masturbation
      birds would fly by and gawk
      (what if birds had dongs ?)

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  108. multiplemichael

    bogeymen dressed as detectives
    birds too lazy to fly north
    Bob Dylan coloring eggs for himself
    Easter took his fears of sodomy
    and dashed them on the rocks of Maine
    yes, the mere word sodomy struck dread in his heart
    the thought that after being violated
    demons would cram flowers
    up his behind

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    • eatmorewords

      what have eggs got to do with Jesus?
      what have rabbits and bunnies got to do with eggs?
      confusion over meaning
      cloudy history of the eastern sea board

      – Bob Dylan insisted everyone call him Robert

      unplugged sodomy dashed on the rocks

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      • multiplemichael

        the meat and potatoes of Jesus
        when he used the communal showers
        he was just a man but with a difference
        embellishment serves to make a better man
        forgo the common man for the Son of God
        deny the flesh…..sidestep reckless abandon
        —————————————————-
        crazy people who puff on a joint but fail to inhale
        the myriad interruptions of an engrossing life
        SCARS unaccounted-for

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      • eatmorewords

        in a school in Kentucky they made models of Jesus
        from potatoes and meat
        Jesus in dungarees
        lettuce hair
        a cross of asparagus
        they mounted it outside like a scarecrow and the mangy dogs
        chewed off the face of Jesus
        meaty
        face

        joints inhaled and kept down
        the cosmonaut blues
        1,000,000 miles from home

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  109. multiplemichael

    buxom daughters from next door
    in the driveway with romantic boys
    excruciating exploration under elastic
    detectives took lengthy notes
    and collected jism jettisoned
    ————————————
    ————————————
    poetry about full-blown loads
    of multiple personalities
    tiny encapsulated personalities
    with no fingers at all

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    • eatmorewords

      counting up to a hundred thousand with no fingers
      the buxom daughters offered their assistance
      slender fingers with painted nails a shade of embarrassed red
      – watered down poems to fool the detectives

      no fingers
      can’t make a fist

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  110. multiplemichael

    STUCK ON A BROKEN ELEVATOR
    Valentine’s Day turned into Easter
    feeling slender in pants
    that no longer stay on
    we talked about Switzerland night and day
    some people complained at first
    conversation seemed energy draining
    but I just couldn’t shut up
    “I love Switzerland more than any creature on earth”
    one old lady said that she wanted a better suite
    in a better hotel and we all said “amen”

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    • eatmorewords

      the broken elevator meant Easter overtime for the Otis men – tools clanking in their belts
      – stuck in the elevator with chocolate eggs that melted
      – Swiss eggs
      – Jesus had never heard of Switzerland, had never spend a night in a hotel washing his hair with free shampoo

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  111. multiplemichael

    STUCK ON A BROKEN ELEVATOR
    I found it difficult to read or write
    so what is a little crime ?
    I liked that new music
    sometimes I would smoke things
    I found on the floor of the Apollo Theater
    get a little crazy and go Judeo-Christian
    I say, “why you praising that Lord
    when he done stuck you in Dark Town ?”

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    • eatmorewords

      “…and he rose from the dead
      give him your fucking eggs…”



      the myth of the resurrection
      the first case of FAKE NEWS –
      I smoked leftovers from yesterday
      sunk into revere
      deep feelings for the cosmonauts
      stuck in tin cans
      looking for the black star
      – ticker tape welcomes – and when all the veterans returned they were
      deposited in dark town and forgotten
      like unwanted Christmas gifts that are stored in the attic

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  112. multiplemichael

    black Christian faith
    white Christian faith
    ——where is the practice ?
    unswerving devils trying to run you down
    top secret information on the way to church
    white-skinned devils with huge ears listening
    CIA with fleas that can focus on moon pebbles
    ****they can’t photograph the healing blood of Christ

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    • eatmorewords

      the believe in faith
      the church goers see no irony in disabled parking spaces out front of the church
      – these things are sent to test ya
      – the CIA microbes
      molecular surveillance
      – the blood of Christ
      diluted ketchup with cold fries


      – I am listening to a song about Rasputin –

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  113. multiplemichael

    I saw Medgar Evers today
    lots of talk about being washed clean
    that white is white and white is where it is at
    but the pagan knees stand tall and strong
    having had no adequate protection
    no responsible parenting
    no proper schooling
    born out of wedlock
    soda pop and frosted flakes
    goldfish food straight from the tube
    —————understanding the dilemma
    they try to hide images of the Artic Circle
    they try to erase certain words from recognized languages
    ****people who steal the truth from history—BANG BANG

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  114. multiplemichael

    they say that it was out of respect
    or some horse crap
    that no body said nothing
    when Evel Knievel
    sat down
    his tongue stuck out
    ——————–
    one thing about Evel Knievel
    he was long-suffering

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    • eatmorewords

      people kept their mouths shut when Evil was around
      – a fearful expression under the helmet
      – the Jerry Lee of motorbikes
      – probably carried a flick knife in his leather boots

      built a rocket and fired himself at the moon

      Jesus told him it would take more then jumping buses for him to get into heaven

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  115. multiplemichael

    I WOULD SEE EVEL KNIEVEL SITTING ON HIS MOTORCYCLE
    IN THE DRIVING RAIN
    heavy rain and he would be out there changing a spark plug
    often during torrential rain he would take a shower in the back yard
    funny to see someone so famous being comfortable nude
    I wasn’t really interested in his penis
    but if one looked close enough
    I’m sure there was a scar or two
    —————————————
    famous Evel Knievel quote,
    “keep the bonfire burning baby,
    Daddy’s gonna be home tonight”

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    • eatmorewords

      —-pathos: American Superman changing a spark plug in torrential rain
      – in the film of his life
      there would be a John Carpenter score, some violins
      mood musician spark plug close up
      – a body double for the nude scenes**

      the scars were superficial

      **it was contractual

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  116. multiplemichael

    conversational poetry
    boys playing rumpus-room with words
    six pseudonyms or was it nine ?
    the Sunday Post claimed signs of development
    less derivative with more buns and butts
    biographical sodomy with positive grip
    Cain from the Bible would stop by
    and polish his knob
    free of anxiety
    the sight of a healthy young man
    could restore the stability
    of the near-dead
    curious readers search the library shelves
    for water that is more wet
    ( writers with better poems do not exist )

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  117. multiplemichael

    a crazy neighbor of Emily Dickinson
    is waiting to intercept any poetry
    not locked up
    ready to
    tamper and muck up
    more than ready to
    throw out the bad bits
    “simple paring-down”
    ——————-
    lonesome shelves at the library

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    • eatmorewords

      the shadows cause confusion
      a tree
      a branch
      a gand of many armed men with KNIVES
      shadows and imagination
      ambiguity everywhere
      ambiguity
      not born in the right body
      not born in the right year
      resurrected for the 14th time
      a change of clothes
      vulgar brown
      on the tip
      when i looked down

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  118. multiplemichael

    A MINIMUM OF TOE-STUBBING
    country boy suffer the pain
    a dungeon for years and days
    secrets pulled out with a chain and a tractor
    the dentist pulling till he reached zero
    suffering no profit from the mirror
    sexuality comes and goes
    buckle under
    ****theme songs fade into poverty
    the truck knows the way home
    it sleeps beside a trash heap
    hero-musicians were on the radio
    now they are silent

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  119. multiplemichael

    A minimum of toe-stubbing
    the rough and tumble of simple reality
    eat, sleep, drink, bathroom, media
    no Castalian wine
    the nice girls live closer to the church
    my neighborhood is full of disordered lives
    ****private and public thrashing

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    • eatmorewords

      cordoned off land around the church
      door policy dictates entry
      bouncers in black
      – you must recite a psalm and crawl through the eye of a needle
      on a camels back
      – a ludicrous spectacle
      on Sunday morn
      – give the money to the poor
      Nike Air Jesus

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  120. multiplemichael

    SHE said, “Baby, talk about some significant points on a compass”
    Steven Spielberg at the gas station like a statue
    children were running around in all directions
    many of them looked thin, undernourished
    they were Yahoos
    ****Steven was combining thoughts of conveyor-belts and female
    privates in his mind

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    • eatmorewords

      in the magnetic town everyone was lost
      quivering needles
      all point south
      truth north isnt true
      it’s a place just beyond yonder
      past the city limits of dark town
      – just follow the sound of jazz
      the smell of fried chicken
      the car horn

      life is all in 3D and surround sound

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      • multiplemichael

        in complete secrecy
        he told me that his wife
        was a frisky two-seater convertible
        I didn’t ask questions
        anybody who can dust off his pants
        and start a forest fire
        shouldn’t be asked personal questions
        I heard him cuss one time
        he called a flight attendant at LaGuardia
        a “black-mouth shit-rag”
        I was shocked
        most of the guys at the pool hall
        say things like that but not in the outside world

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      • eatmorewords

        his wife needed work under the hood –
        greasy fingered mechanic left fingerprints – I wanted to ask questions but I was scared
        – he had muscles
        – he looked like a 10ft basketball man
        – and at that moment I seemed to shrink
        I got smaller

        – some people self censor
        others are comfortable screaming BLACK MOUTH
        SHIT RAG
        at anyone

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  121. multiplemichael

    thinking poetic thoughts about cocktail waitresses
    semiliterate standing but not in bed
    one said, “I may be slow with the verbs
    but I know how to swallow”
    this caused an uproar
    ———————–
    squalor and gore
    men with serious skunk butt
    ———————–
    small sounds of appreciation
    the raw edges of even ordinary sex

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    • eatmorewords

      squalor and gore at the corner store where she sucked in a lolly
      all sticky lips
      that glistened under bright light

      all poetic thoughts became tainted

      but I still wrote it down

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  122. multiplemichael

    365 liquor stores in Dark Town
    one for each day of the year
    countless bus stops
    buses come and go
    sometimes they never come
    many are obsolete and have holes in the floor
    confused passengers ask about conductors
    drunks drop their change on the floor
    some people pay some don’t
    dirty people sit in the back
    Saturday night urine still fresh

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    • eatmorewords

      Flintstone buses wheee passenger have to peddle
      – sweaty individuals like sardines
      – yesterday’s news is on the floor which moves
      underneath
      – conductors just want to be drivers
      – the drunks at the back BUT EVERYONE NEEDS A PLACE TO SLEEP

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  123. multiplemichael

    with all the modern apps
    children can watch color television on the city bus
    Aeroflot tablets pick up live feed from outer space
    simple days of the newspaper and a flask are gone
    people in general are too lazy for obsceneness or wickedness
    kissing is still popular but not romantic kissing
    kissing involves anger and revulsion
    people call one another despicable names
    and then kiss, smearing themselves with fecal matter
    inaudible questions, “what have you been eating ?”
    ****private life in public with no censorious presence

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    • eatmorewords

      one app allowed the kids to go back in time
      another one read their mind

      – they downloaded feelings for 0.25c

      when we first kissed
      it was electric and wet

      now it’s like kissing a dry tyre

      (remember days gone by
      when kids practiced by kissing their arms
      those slurping sounds
      red marks
      abrasions)

      but I guess there’s an app for that

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  124. multiplemichael

    go to the men’s room at church
    and there is fresh sperm on the mirror
    and you ask yourself,
    “who was the rat bastard guilty of that ?”
    —————no censorious presence——
    before I can leave
    a hairdresser’s triumph comes in
    instantly notices the jism
    says, “couldn’t wait, lover boy ?”
    this dissolved into show-and-tell
    he had astonishingly beautiful small breasts
    a celebrated cocksman with a fancy speedometer
    at 90mph things began to vibrate dangerously
    I could no longer focus on his perfect teeth
    a man of my age could go no faster

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    • eatmorewords

      at the church all the gentlemen were backed up
      just waiting for the opportunity to unload – but they knew they had to wait for the prayers to finish
      – into the confessional
      – jism bookmarked psalm pages
      – perfect teeth like Austrian mountains

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  125. multiplemichael

    ANECDOTES AT GREAT LENGTH
    like trying to drive nails in iron
    was it the hammers
    soaked ?
    full choir and organ thundering
    around that silly tree
    gorilla boy
    and gorilla girl
    going at it

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  126. multiplemichael

    homosexual romance in prison
    was that what the bus driver was thinking about ?
    an older lady sitting next to me
    said that it was customary to apologize
    for things I hadn’t done
    I replied, “I’m sorry that I fondled
    your genitals. I should have stopped
    at the embrace and kiss”
    rudimentary horseplay on the city bus
    suggestive and amorous bumps in the road
    trying to disguise the paroxysm of an orgasm

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    • eatmorewords

      people don’t like public transport because it puts strangers next to each other –
      brushing shoulders
      some static
      – an accidental touch & some innocent arousal (you
      know you’ll never see her again)
      – WHAT I DO WITH MY GENITALS IS MY BUSINESS –

      (the other passengers couldn’t help but be embarrassed
      they had to look away)

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  127. multiplemichael

    then I stood up
    and I gave the biggest apology
    of my life
    “I am sorry
    that I cannot produce a flashlight
    strong enough to highlight
    my lowlife feelings and conduct”
    ****the lucky people get furloughed

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  128. multiplemichael

    ————SUPPURATING POETS STAY AWAY————
    horseplay at the waiting room of the mental health doctor
    for $23 dollars one gets 30 minutes
    I enjoy torturing the receptionist
    with little tidbits from her adolescence
    her perpetual vulva chafe
    her deficient size anal opening
    painful logs of narcissism
    removal with rubber glove fingers
    failures at removal
    double vision
    on the bus ride home

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    • eatmorewords

      that uncomfortable itch
      red raw rash
      the little vibrations while sitting at the back of the bus
      -the driver tried to charge extra
      – the driver is a pimp
      – the mental health doctor takes his notes home to show his friends

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      • multiplemichael

        with only a homemade compass
        science offered little to exploit
        I had spiritual responsibilities
        you wanted to have dialogue
        with blonde movie stars
        with two hands
        YOU HAD OPPORTUNITIES
        (+) your mother knew
        about your secret stash of paper towels

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  129. multiplemichael

    after 50, life just becomes tourism
    neighbors who try to park their cars
    in garages full of history
    shout at one another
    venomous words
    alcoholism grows everywhere like weeds
    intestinal pain visible on the commode seat
    the maid complains so you fire her
    she was an imaginary girl anyway

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  130. multiplemichael

    feeling giddy about exposing offensive poetry
    they lock men up and throw away the keys
    men who masturbate thinking about their fathers
    (growing up in a marionette theatre)
    gifts given during childhood
    the hard external coating
    that protects one from remembering
    (+) think about what could have been under the Christmas tree
    (+) think about what could have happened at those birthday parties

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  131. multiplemichael

    FEELING GIDDY ABOUT EXPOSING OFFENSIVE POETRY
    they say prayers but what ever hides under the blanket
    remains spastic
    constantly told that I am brutal and cruel
    was it me who stole all the money ?
    painting the nights white
    expensive socks
    undergarments signed by Mick Jagger
    was it me who tried to poke Emily Dickinson ?
    what a joke
    all those prayers
    something is under the blanket tonight

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  132. multiplemichael

    I told Death to go paddle his ass across the river
    (the mother of Death drank herself to Hell)
    life everlasting—–the fodder of Robert Frost
    deadwood with no leaves
    Death steals your love
    holding loneliness
    just raw materials
    Death was at my home in Florida
    Death pulled my love from my arms
    no excitement—no intelligence
    they say that church walls listen
    but that is a lie
    ****senior citizens prone to misunderstanding

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    • eatmorewords

      senior citizens have memories that play tricks in them
      long conversations with invisible friends
      mistaking knifes for fingers
      death is not a fashionable destination with a lovely view
      – we started off as raw material
      – we started off as material

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  133. multiplemichael

    ——poetry is an inward color that needs to be drawn out
    a 1000 venomous snakes in a circle around Robert Frost
    no one could save him—the bites were beyond painful
    the Father of Offensive Poetry down from the altar
    like a bag of rags on the ground
    hidden in the shadows of deadwood
    stick figure children singing,
    “Robert Frost is dead”

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    • multiplemichael

      ——A GENTLEMAN FROM THE BANK CALLED TODAY
      he would like me to return the inward colors that I borrowed
      I showed him some photos of a thousand venomous snakes
      he went away—I think he was afraid
      ——————————————
      it’s all about the golden-gloves, baby bird
      lovemaking with the roadside noise

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      • eatmorewords

        the bank man advised me my cheque had disintegrated
        he wanted all the pieces to be given back
        I collected them and posted them in an envelope I’d received a Christmas card in

        – all the snakes continued to slither outside my door

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    • eatmorewords

      each word drawn out like poison from the wound –
      foot soldiers on the front line
      some are firing blanks
      others are shell shocked from what they’ve read
      -seen it
      -but not everyone can forget
      a need to confess
      a need to share the burden
      and even if he’s dead
      they’ll be another one

      poets likes buses

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  134. multiplemichael

    SHE said that her hair was golden but it was yellow
    that damn kid next door with that toy drum
    my head was hurting like Michael Jackson
    on the commode seat with nothing to donate
    —————————-
    earlier I told him,
    “bend and break the spine of an oak”

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    • eatmorewords

      golden hair looked the colour of dehydrated urine
      – like the yellow of a lacklustre sun
      – split ends
      – like the straw inside the belly of the scarecrow on the far reaches of the field
      – the boy with the drum
      banging it with bones

      don’t get me started in Michael Jackons

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  135. multiplemichael

    what would happen if one opened a window
    and their adolescence was bathed
    with bright sunlight ?
    not a single written message from father
    all those years, fatherless
    of course, I must be a coward
    an old man hiding in cowardice
    (unhappiness outside Dark Town)
    skeletons of dogs on the road
    cover the eyes of the little ones
    BUT MAKE MICHAEL LOOK
    sensitivity cripples the male
    cut, cut, cut again

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  136. multiplemichael

    THEY WARN TOURISTS
    NOT TO RIDE ELEVATORS
    IN KENTUCKY
    the strong scent of deer
    horns in the open top
    I heard the deer crying like a baby
    ignited another cigarette
    not safe to go outside
    ———————–
    devils sleep on moist insides
    having thrown tiny dog skeletons
    on the highway
    every 10 feet
    another squalid motel
    one can buy meth at the front desk
    dial “0” to get another gram

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    • eatmorewords

      I saw her head then I didn’t
      I saw her head then I didn’t
      on a pogo stick outside my window
      – a perfumed scent
      – the her head vanished again
      below my eye line

      the rust of a once chrome bumper
      the carcass of the Cadillac
      a discarded cadaver
      with the windows wound down

      a Kentucky elevator was dirty slang

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  137. multiplemichael

    Hollywood celebrities and Charlie Zero
    various forms of mischief
    snapping the fingers
    the royal observation
    of normal American speech
    rhythm comes first
    then the methamphetamine
    ————————-
    ————————-
    ————————-
    oh, there may be death
    and extreme emotional stress
    a little morphine and tenderness
    ****when it comes to drugs—nothing mimeographed

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    • eatmorewords

      CZO at certain points of history
      in the book depository in Dallas
      – on the Oscar carpet
      – CZO blindfolded and flipping through books to find words to stick against other words –
      – it makes little sense
      – it makes little sense

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