abandoned eden 

they climbed over the fence to the garden of Eden, they bought a packed lunch with them

 a blanket covered in cat hair 

       the garden was overgrown 

the fruit was rotten 

dogs ran wild

they made a mental note to write a one star review when they got home 

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78 comments

  1. multiplemichael

    the local news station sent a drone over the garden recently
    Stokely Carmichael and Eldridge Cleaver were visible
    they were discussing the values of adherence
    to Christian virtues
    barely ambulatory
    their feet destroyed
    LIFE BECOMES AN ACCIDENT OF TIMING
    “I” alone can no longer speak for all the voices
    when I wave at angels
    they ignore me

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    • eatmorewords

      the sky was full of drones
      flying detectives like flies with a million eyes

      Eldridge & Stokely & Huey

      three points of a pyramid
      – not aligned to any constellation they saw angles with machine guns

      an accident of timing, a wrong turn, a new type of lo fat sandwich spread, uncomfortable moments in the barbers chair, that book you just can’t finish, the news of explosions & football scores

      imagine if birds had human penises

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      • multiplemichael

        IMAGINE IF BIRDS GOT PREGNANT
        they would swell up
        and be unable to fly
        sitting there watching
        the harsh reality
        around them
        ———–a newly fashioned nest
        no old twigs or weedy rough
        everything fresh—natural and organic
        a full-formed elaborate home
        completely out of view

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      • eatmorewords

        grounded pregnant birds
        fashion nests from supermarket trolleys, old car parts, dead computers
        – if they are unable to fly are they still birds?
        – do they still function?

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      • multiplemichael

        the discrepancy between what bird hormones
        desired
        and what the intelligent bird brain knew was best
        there were no trophies or blue ribbons
        for producing eggs
        ——————–
        the nest had the smell of Yardley’s English Lavender

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      • multiplemichael

        birds laughing at human females
        removing long-line girdles
        with built-in garters
        metal fasteners
        impossible to unsnap
        they watched as lovers
        splashed in the shallows
        like Adam and Eve
        they seemed so unhinged
        pink-cheeked children
        waiting to be harvested

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      • multiplemichael

        go to church
        but leave your manhood at home
        go to the library and hide
        permit the battle to drift past
        ————————
        the library
        as an old derelict
        on unfamiliar cement
        one could smell the books
        roasting in the fireplace
        unanswerable questions
        unspeakable answers
        ****Yul Brynner’s face on the paper money
        printed for the state of Kentucky
        (+) the root function of language
        (+) denial is the wound opened

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    • multiplemichael

      “let the physical self go
      the tail with the hide”
      the holds that hold
      brain cells that carry images
      “pay-offs”
      ———
      ———
      readers expecting something
      to happen
      something to justify living
      ———
      ———
      time spent—not simply being
      nouns become verbs
      somehow suiting proper conduct
      the inaugural was fun
      lawful in grade school
      without debt or crime

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      • multiplemichael

        immense preparations—Noah and his preparations
        genesis of A-Z, refining creatures on an individual basis
        endless animal cycles —at last man arises
        self-exploration—a white towel bulging
        desperately defensive
        proper satisfactions in shame
        the urge being uncontrollable
        ————————
        ————————
        a constant need for exercise
        showering in the gymnasium

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      • eatmorewords

        – the list of the animals
        from 1 to 1,000 all the way from A to B – massive animals
        and smaller ones cowering in their shadow –
        – cross species falling in love but
        all lost in translation –
        initial sparks turned sour
        – like warm milk
        curdled

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    • multiplemichael

      SHE could barely stand
      unassisted
      I thought of her as the “Chopstick Lady”
      the golden rule was:
      skim the fundamentals in order
      to achieve a momentary “splash”
      SHE was the stuff of actuality
      not the stuff of daydreams
      ****I once found a sign-up sheet in her pocket

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      • eatmorewords

        prolonged attacks on the population under the guise of medical experimentation –
        they fingerprinted me but found out I didn’t exist…

        – no records of birth
        – no schooling
        – the doctor who was there had no recollection of me

        ————me

        ——–no recollection of

        – maybe if I spent 243 days in space I’d have a different outlook than

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      • multiplemichael

        the Hopi natives were selling $20 hotdogs
        to curious white people
        they told me to hoist-up beams
        and push them in place
        WHO WAS I ?—–A BARN-BUILDING AMISH MAN ?
        I went to the top of the soil
        where Hopi call home
        I was expecting a cosmic kaleidoscope
        not ancient appliances littered
        like lawn tombstones
        I was shocked by the ugliness of it all
        small children competed with dogs
        for displaced hotdog buns

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      • eatmorewords

        the Hopi hotdogs were stored for future profit
        for the time of the revival
        when people will seek that “authentic” taste,
        a return to Amish barns,
        to analogue tape

        ——the rebirth of the cool ——-

        the wastelands that replaced the cosmic kaleidoscope
        those wastelands

        dogs sniffing at each other’s butts
        crawling babies disappear in the undergrowth

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      • multiplemichael

        he had talent
        and would probably
        have achieved considerable
        fame
        had his feet not been melted
        to the surface of Hell
        from the ankles down
        a pink grilled cheese sandwich

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      • multiplemichael

        All the books in the library
        stated that they were cosmic
        in touch with the Secret Chiefs
        I thought—-they poop like animals
        never take a bath
        I think the calculating God machine
        has made a mistake

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      • eatmorewords

        the books didn’t contain the words
        the library was dusty
        flickering light bulbs
        that book you refused to read was feed to the bulls
        – two days later they passed
        new flarf

        – I need a new direction
        She was a broken compass

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  2. multiplemichael

    outside Eden
    the birds sound like cash registers
    tiny biting insects
    locally known as “Biting Betties”
    ( named for their Bette Davis eyes )
    distort reality with their painful bites
    ——————————–
    Bob Dylan stacking layers
    of hardened skin
    he had removed
    from around
    his wing portals
    —————
    the same Bob Dylan
    who told Jazz musicians to bypass Dark Town
    the same Bob Dylan
    who put the cinema of his life into lyrics

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    • eatmorewords

      outside Eden the traffic stretched for miles
      – cars full of screaming children and half eaten fruit
      – cars full of fuming parents with half price vouchers stuffed in pockets –

      —Dylan said he didn’t want the award then Dylan collected the award
      it sits on his mantlepiece

      – people make choices

      – directionally challenged individuals walking around lost

      no one knew Bette Davis had cataracts

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      • multiplemichael

        LOST FROM THE FLOCK
        individuals walking around lost
        workers sleeping on their feet
        Flarf bouquet boy on the evening news
        making everybody crazy
        with the randomness
        of word choice

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      • eatmorewords

        lost from the flock
        alone on the moor
        the grass up to the ankles
        slightly damp small animals and if captured by a painter you would be just small speck
        – a little blob
        – a scratch on the lens

        failed attempts to catch the words
        random butterfly patterns

        Your net is to small

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      • eatmorewords

        ( the same particles make the biggest things that make the smallest things )

        what do we produce that’s worth anything?

        the cash cow
        milky money teats

        the cycle of destruction

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      • multiplemichael

        I REMEMBER SHERLOCK MARCHING INTO THE ROOM
        like Mick Jagger on rooster steroids
        and screaming,
        “It’s not the size of the particles…it’s the size of the glue”

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    • multiplemichael

      the same Bob Dylan
      who put the cinema of his life into lyrics
      SPARE THAT POET
      wooded flesh and wooded bone
      baptism with a clean blade
      everything masculine-feminine cut away
      mythologizing technology
      mythologizing that crazy whale

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      • multiplemichael

        Bob Dylan mythologizing electric guitars
        mythologizing that crazy whale
        having made his fame and wealth
        from opposites
        and alternatives
        it was never safe to sit close to him
        fast-flying knives and poisonous darts
        ****the popcorn vendors disliked all Jews

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      • eatmorewords

        electric was the Devils work making idle hands busy
        – he turned his back on fame but kept one eye open when he slept –
        it was never good to sit near him
        he carried knives and knew harsh cuss words

        the popcorn was cold and got stuck in his teeth

        but he knew he could make song from it

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      • multiplemichael

        without a proper explanation
        I would like to stroke that crazy whale
        share a feeling of unreality with Leviathan
        mimic only a limited scenario of lovemaking
        enough to make a sober man stagger

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      • multiplemichael

        misspellings hang out in Dark Town
        identifying misprints everywhere
        ————————————–
        cusswords leap out with viperine energy
        showing no concern for rules or rule books
        ————————————–
        the smell of fried chicken
        human cruelty in the color of flames
        ————————————–
        the struggle between daytime fear
        and nighttime fear
        bloodstained cooks in the kitchen
        eat some flesh
        eat some bone
        lonely sad thin animals moaning
        fish with tears gushing from their eyes
        Satan rules the plate and cutlery

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      • eatmorewords

        a misprint in the map saw the tourists lost in dark town
        – the grid reference was two digits off — they ended up in the centre
        – the tourists took photos of shop fronts, overflowing bins, war veterans in wheelchair out side Abercrombie and Fitch,
        smashed bottles near the fountain of youth

        – I was in the Tenderloin where she lost her sunglasses

        they black and scratched

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      • eatmorewords

        sometimes the only light I see is from the xerox machine
        while I copy a picture of Solange beating up Jay-Z in an elevator
        stuck between floors –
        – when I was younger I wanted to be on the cover of an Iron Maiden album
        – all rappers have ridiculous names

        I am filled in a database which contains the names of all the people who completed Ghost and Goblins

        all my records were stored in a shed and are warped and damp

        I am going back to bed just so I can wake up again

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    • multiplemichael

      Bob Dylan stacking layers
      of hardened skin
      he had removed
      from around
      his wing portals
      he was happy to help
      hoist-up their beams
      to set their studs
      mallets and hammers
      and day-old hotdog buns
      it was just all one giant pleasure

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      • multiplemichael

        bologna on day-old hotdog buns
        cheap yellow mustard
        Bob Dylan in large rubber diaper pants
        no longer permitted outside the compound
        National Tattler desperate for a photograph

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      • eatmorewords

        Amish Dylan rejected his electric sound –
        acoustic Dylan in the wooden barn with his pillbox hat
        proud of the wood he had sandpapered
        – the small cabinet build to hold the skin and hit dog buns

        Amish Dylan had never been this happy

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  3. multiplemichael

    literature has its roots in the lives
    of Adam and Eve and Noah
    puppets on a planet that they named themselves
    the folly of the human condition
    driving fast at night with the windows down
    the vision of a better world
    momentarily flashes by
    the tires constantly arguing with the road
    oppressors pressing down on the oppressed

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  4. multiplemichael

    DETECTIVES WITH BAGS OF SURROGATE SECRETS
    sometimes code words are everywhere
    blackbird, mockingbird, red robin
    some agents savor weighing the words
    men willing to crack the tough nut
    ——————————————
    nothing picturesque with that smell

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    • eatmorewords

      the birds left the nest
      flew the roost
      exited the branch
      you get the picture?

      tactical use of words
      undercover meanings exposed in x-ray lights
      you can’t draw a scent

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  5. multiplemichael

    ( you leave Eden and go straight down
    Pennsylvania Avenue to Arlington National Cemetery )
    they claim the Kennedy children were beyond adorable
    but they always wore gloves
    even at the beach
    ****National Tattler claimed that they had alien fingers
    ————————————————-
    “Daddy, I can’t sleep”
    the drumbeat of the long funeral march
    poets in DC had to change their phone numbers
    after the president was shot
    the kitchen staff at the white house
    set one less plate

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    • eatmorewords

      alien fingers that caressed miles of broken skin
      the adorable offspring
      of famous people
      dead
      or murdered or somewhere in between

      a national pastime of joining the dots

      looking a Cuba through a telescope
      the cigar smoke conspiracies

      the Florida coast on standby

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  6. multiplemichael

    ——————just think—————-
    an exclusive school for children with alien fingers
    (+) right before you go to sleep, wishing you knew
    more about Noah, your real father

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    • eatmorewords

      she counted her fingers daily just in case one disappeared over night
      plucked from the knuckle
      a tree felled in the woods
      the carbon underfoot
      10 foot of shit and animal bones

      your birth certificate said MICHEAL MICHEAL
      origins UNKNOWN
      ten fingers
      nine toes

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      • eatmorewords

        the DNA of the lord
        small bits of flesh on the splinters of the cross
        all available online
        – all descended from the same source
        – the body of Christ now comes glutton free

        have you seen the museum at Leviathan?

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    • eatmorewords

      the lighthouse on the horizon
      didn’t spot the ark
      on the horizon it wasn’t caught in its beam

      naked under clothes

      the portal was open the water flooded in

      were there fish in the ark or did they just swim alongside instead?

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      • multiplemichael

        the famous recluse of Amherst, Massachusetts
        says that the fish were inside the Ark
        that nothing survived outside the Ark
        ——here, things get three brain cell retarded
        Satan had his own Ark (the Dark Star)
        everything worth saving
        he stored on the Dark Star
        after the Flood
        he returned with his Family of Renounce
        his alphabet of evil ready to make print

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      • multiplemichael

        sickened personalities in a sickened society
        the alphabet of evil in short pants
        ready to make print
        readers asking for the depersonalized stuff
        poetry of craftsmanship
        not that crap confessional
        words in trousers
        beautifully pressed
        ———————–
        “LOOK UP HERE I HAVE WINGS”
        color photographs of autumn trees
        on all the covers of poetry books
        ****one of those suicidal female poets
        once claimed she saw Robert Frost
        fingering a large pink sea shell

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      • eatmorewords

        the alphabet hasn’t changed but the number of words continue to grow
        – continual evolution of both word and meaning –
        —I REMEMBER WHEN THE WORD BAD STARTED TO MEAN GOOD?—

        everything was upside down
        – like living in Australia

        when seashells washed up on shore

        ———-

        she didn’t meet up with me instead she watched Netflix for three days straight – she told me she didn’t blink once
        ‘case she missed something

        angelic wings were clipped

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  7. multiplemichael

    I never collected the coveted monkeys
    that escaped from the anus
    of Bob Dylan
    I saw him one day
    dangling dangerously on the rim
    of the commode seat
    bubbling fizzy sounds from the backside
    I instantly looked away and thought of other things
    bright pink flamingos and 800 birthday cakes

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  8. multiplemichael

    you were playing badminton with a lady friend
    and SHE had to excuse herself to pee behind a bush
    later you noticed that her shoes were wet
    it was a very romantic moment
    SHE was just one of many friendships
    ——————————————-
    later when you put your hand inside her
    it felt like imitation leather
    large and generous

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  9. multiplemichael

    interrupted by doorbells and clock chimes
    pharmaceutical curiosity
    the mind-set of Japanese lanterns
    predatory people outside
    thieves and muggers
    lewdness of all manner
    old hookers
    walking around on chopsticks
    LATER
    lying together on a flat mattress
    when her wig slipped off
    you went limp
    lying together on a sleeper sofa
    her teeth slipped out
    you went limp
    sometime in the middle of bewilderment
    her grandchildren came in and watched
    as you made her bones creak
    ****probably every man pondered how far
    the circular staircase went

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  10. multiplemichael

    interrupted by loud knocks on the door
    detectives wearing itchy tweeds
    peering in the windows
    were alarmed by the collection
    of pharmaceutical bottles
    —————————-
    her long legs were really chopsticks
    a tan undergarment
    turned out to be an Italian truss
    bundles of tissue wrapped in plastic
    padding for the ugly bulge (?)
    LATER
    lying on a camouflaged rug
    she asked if you had removed her plug first
    you went limp
    her granddaughter waltzed in
    wearing Carter’s Spanky Pants
    and flashy leather Mary Janes
    she promptly said,
    “I can see your business”

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  11. multiplemichael

    the lesson today was on “our unknown selves”
    ——-disruption of identity
    abandoning illusion for reality
    TOPICS DISCUSSED:
    (+) the blue-black bulls
    (+) being raised a male witch
    (+) abducted by aliens
    (+) a member of a cult
    (+) fascinated with anything religious or sexual
    (+) love the word “sodomy”
    (+) the reality of sodomy is a different story
    (+) never had a Puerto Rican boyfriend
    (+) am not German but remember being German
    (+) am not Jewish but remember being Jewish
    (+) love the word “jism”
    (+) the reality of jism is kind of scary
    (+) God is watching: Life is theatre

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    • eatmorewords

      •Otis men in an elevator, the soothing sound of jazz
      •not Jewish but circumcised
      •evidence from the landing site
      •the dead carcass of the black bulls
      •halos
      •waking up with a repeating phrase in your head
      •loss of control at 65mph
      •bouncing babies at the playpen
      •the poem that had 174 likes
      •an essay on religious iconography in the songs of Bob Dylan
      •back to basics with the Amish
      •festival fashion for the super rich

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  12. multiplemichael

    individual reality has limits
    it cannot sleep beside the campfire
    only in the shadows
    trapped within sociological generalizations
    it becomes dust or mud or anonymous jazz
    the male poet finds his primary self
    an odd codpiece (often exaggerated in size)

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    • eatmorewords

      limited reality
      a head full of concrete – people with no imagination need computers to assist
      to plant memories & ideas**
      – ideas in the shadows
      – that old campfire song cast shadows on tent canvas

      **computer memories lack taste
      computer memories lack provenance

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    • eatmorewords

      machines only knew the history that was programmed into them
      – names and dates
      – lack of context
      machines had little concept for time
      no machine stood in a trench
      no machine smoked a French cigarettes

      all future wars will be
      death from above

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  13. multiplemichael

    I overheard machines
    discussing traffic signs
    as being sins of the fathers
    visited on their children
    CONSEQUENCES
    visited on the children
    ———————
    terms of sin and guilt
    out there on the highway
    colors and shapes
    ****accuse/condemn vs. defend/rescue

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    • eatmorewords

      i was caught by a machine for going to fast
      another machine sent me a letter
      there were no fingerprints
      or DNA on the paperwork
      –my children will grow up in a world
      of robots and machines doing all the heavy lifting–

      player piano vonnegut future

      the highway did indeed stretch for miles
      like an elastic band pulled until it becomes
      transparent and see through
      just before it snaps

      just before we all snap

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      • multiplemichael

        THE MINISTRY OF THE MACHINES
        machines as the inheritors of the future
        quiet on the outside
        extremely Pentecostal on the inside
        humans loved them and now they return the love
        unlike humans who failed to fulfill the law
        they will succeed in receiving the savor’s blessings

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      • eatmorewords

        the machines built machines that built machines that built machines – nonstop –
        the machines built the machines we use to build future machines – the love they give is like the live of a reluctant step father
        cold & distance
        obligatory and expected
        – no warmth in the cold metal

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  14. multiplemichael

    bathroom functions
    to see and feel them artistically
    machine generated suggestions
    offering a certain liberating catharsis
    ———————–
    the low ceiling
    of actual possibilities
    ————————
    the morass of one’s daily condition
    two-facedness

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    • eatmorewords

      the machine can only react to a set of preprogrammed responses –
      zero free thought – & imagine how life could be if it was a series of YES NOs – flow chart existence where the moral compass is stuck at NORTH –

      I knew she wasn’t a machine
      I saw her sweat

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  15. multiplemichael

    a machine once asked me about
    THE STAIN OF SIN
    I could only answer as a white male,
    “the stain of sin has something to do
    with how I will behave with love
    toward others—no matter
    how they behaved toward me”
    the machine then asked,
    “because God is cruel
    does he exhibit the stain of sin ?”

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  16. multiplemichael

    an important machine generated thought:
    LIFE CANNOT BE REDUCED TO BIOLOGY
    Sunday school fails to prepare one
    for the impending horror
    at the end of the sentence
    ——————————
    love-hate memories sleeping in the grave
    the value of one tablespoon of tender mercy

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    • eatmorewords

      going to Sunday school with the stains of Saturday night
      – that feeling in your stomach
      of impending horror
      – reading a book of stories
      made up nonsense
      fish for thousands
      eating his body

      when can I hibernate?

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  17. multiplemichael

    going to Sunday school
    encouraged to paint, sculpture, and sing
    old bedsheets nailed over the windows
    given Kool-Aid and Dollar Store cookies
    I wasn’t old enough to kiss
    but I found myself kissing
    SHE was much older
    with thick armpit hair
    I loved how nutritious
    her lips tasted

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  18. multiplemichael

    I recall from Sunday School
    that we are never
    to yield the mountain passes
    to the enemy
    I have no idea what that means
    ————————————–
    when asked what color my eyes were
    I replied, “there is no color—only loneliness”
    the priest thought I was gifted
    at spreading fertilizer

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