heavy load / small chin 

mother as container a vessel with heavy load

entrance as an exit 

         I crawled through the forest 

on all fours 

    it was a sight

bleeding knees like a priest in pray 
(100 years ago I would’ve existed in black and white 

– the war was still raging – 

stomach full of a steady diet of fake meat) 
problematic use of language in the land of the deaf

– a throng of people just pointing and grunting – 

– regression 

zombie shuffle dead man boogie 

– kids with txt talk 
I’ve been told there is an emoji for everything – 

the future conversations:

•smiley faces 

•gun 

•closed fist

• flag of Cambodia 
my beard left my face

it was hoovered up and added to a bag of detritus – I noticed I had the smallest chin — 
                THE SMALLEST CHIN  
— I resemble me 

little me

baby me — 
a picture on a mantelpiece 
I was Adam for a short period 

I was Eve for a shorter period
I went home 

I came back 

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      • multiplemichael

        at church, the priest advised everyone
        to go outside and purchase a Coca-Cola
        people who drink the popular soft drink
        are less visible to hostile demons
        ———————————–
        the process of evolution in a glass bottle
        a thin metal can
        innocent people guilty of art
        spawned in the caves of Europe

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      • eatmorewords

        the sound of a can of Coke opening is the sound of Satan leaving your soul

        the church of Coke
        artistic glass bottles of the 1950s
        shaped like woman you wanted to lick

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      • multiplemichael

        BLINDFOLDED READERS
        swore the gun had a roguish smile
        crackpots from the pool hall
        argued about their private sexual antics
        “hurry-up” time
        a billion women
        tired of surrendering
        tired of handbrake skids

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      • multiplemichael

        (Baby Bird) CHAPERONED FROM BIRTH
        mommy and daddy said NO to bohemia
        card playing introverted and solitary
        dandyism on the television
        dandyism at the pool hall
        no, not that pool hall
        another pool hall
        Valentino

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      • eatmorewords

        pool hall Valentino
        the aroma of cheap aftershave and chalk
        – flick knife pockets –
        greased back hair in a pompadour
        the voice of his teacher in his head YOU’ll NEVER AMOUNT TO NOTHING BUT THE LADIES WILL LOVE YOU –
        pool hall Valentino comes alive at night

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      • eatmorewords

        nervous groom tapping his leg
        fidgeting with new ring on finger nervously tapping his leg with finger nail bitten nervously thinking “will it go in without a struggle?”

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    • multiplemichael

      talk down to the readers
      from the high horse
      —————-
      countless starts and stops
      tossing the baby late at night
      morning reality didn’t permit feeling
      it imprisoned all the gifts of the mind

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    • multiplemichael

      all those cruel people
      who stuck their fingers
      up your behind
      now they are preying on one another
      at work it is so difficult to breathe
      suppressed scheming struggles
      the hill-top is no longer safe
      (+) memories of holding Jesus close on the summit

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      • multiplemichael

        was it you who liked to flash his sealskin overcoat ?
        you paid a fortune for it and never let it out of your sight
        when we would come to visit
        you would hire monks to chat
        I must admit I spied at your writing-desk
        hoping I would spot nude photographs of MS. Curie
        she liked a man with a bone
        clean cut heads not wrinkled foreskins

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      • eatmorewords

        At the Curie house
        guests were Asked to leave their shoes at the door and to undress
        And shower under cold water
        While observers took notes in erratic shorthand
        And then they were playing with dirty towels and granted permission to enter her chamber
        The monks were paid in black market lemonade
        All nude photographs were turned
        Breasts to the wall

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      • eatmorewords

        All those cruel people standing at the summit are now bankers and businessmen in flash suits
        Throwing babies
        Out of car windows
        Without a thought to where they land
        With a brown fingers dipped in to long
        Stained and bleached
        But it won’t show up on fingerprint tests
        Like they are ghosts of those that never existed

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  1. multiplemichael

    Small talk at the barber shop
    about PARENTHESIS POETRY
    an attempt to bracket off the gender
    the sisters from the brothers
    (conveniently located intercourse)
    the allure of the fruit
    powerless to anything erotically charged
    powerless to everything erotically charged

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    • eatmorewords

      the barber discovered a small door in the back of the customers head
      – they tried to open it
      – a bright light shone from within
      (and some light jazz
      that honeymoon aroma)
      – they tried to find the chord that connected brother
      to sister
      who couldn’t resist the fruit

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      • multiplemichael

        the barber was told not to mention the door
        few people talk about it anymore
        ——————————
        your own personal archangel
        —————————–
        a long painful adolescence
        three weeks without relief
        rendered speechless
        by a genital boil

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      • eatmorewords

        Yul Brynner travelled through Archangel on his way to Hollywood
        he forgot the name of his barber
        he hadn’t seen him in years

        bald Yul
        with his head like the moon
        viewed from a telescope at night
        smooth
        like a virgin

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      • multiplemichael

        in the back of the head
        a stack of odd smelling rags
        the kind of odor one would find in a peep show
        if one were hiking across Australia
        semen full of unpublished manuscripts
        scars on the walls from angry whiplash
        (+) optimists with soft hands

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      • multiplemichael

        RESIST THE DICTATES OF SUPERIOR FORCES
        marriage connected to pain
        folklore and folkways
        inhibited-sentimental-secretive
        once strong in sin
        the ordering hand of God
        has waved all that away

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      • multiplemichael

        A TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE DREAM:
        a man in a dirty apron saying,
        “I cut off the clitoris because I want dependable character”
        “I cut off the clitoris because I want emotional stability”
        “I cut off the clitoris because I want a pleasing disposition”
        a silent thought brought to the surface:
        (+) if she cheats with another man, it will be for his pleasure
        and not hers (he will basically use her and move on)

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      • multiplemichael

        ——————-THE BARBER SHOP
        Mick Jagger on the radio
        theatrical swarms of gay men
        it was lunch hour at the Leviathan
        primordial sandwiches
        handwritten lettuce
        with tomato
        constantly being stopped and stripped
        love affairs with the DEA
        ****the constant need to be rediscovered

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      • eatmorewords

        lunch time haircuts are always wonky
        the barber drops cigarette ash down the back of necks
        rush hour lunchtime sandwich blended and drunk
        LEVIATHAN beckons
        LEVIATHAN doesn’t wait

        reinvented Bowie
        waiting to be rediscovered by an unborn generation in 2036

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      • multiplemichael

        ———————THE BARBER SHOP
        adapted and patched together
        differing manners of displaying words
        schoolbook Johnny
        I’m writing with a dictionary the size of a bathtub
        you’re fingering a harp you found in the alley
        the sounds from your fingering
        make you feel more naked than humanly possible
        in a negative tone, you call me Bob Dylan
        ****I am a detective watching you

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      • multiplemichael

        death cuddles death in sleep
        deliver the goods, Baby Bird
        creative suffering may look impressive
        in a Robert Frost poem
        but we do not welcome suffering
        cart-wheel the suffering elsewhere

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      • eatmorewords

        Death cuddles death
        oh baby bird you are still in your nest
        oh baby bird
        the worm is beneath
        And you was used as use in a poem online
        written by 14-year-old in Virginia
        and read out loud in an assembly of bored faces
        Oh baby bird you’re better than that

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    • multiplemichael

      who stands at the end of the hall
      laughing ?
      you will not get beyond death
      don’t even start your jet car
      or open the family bible
      the promissory note to be paid
      the prearranged time
      a simple trip down the hall

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      • multiplemichael

        sleeping pills don’t work
        a warm glass of milk doesn’t HELP
        Death cuddles itself to enter a restful shutdown
        closing shop on a world of endless hysteria and gloom
        THE FINAL FACILITATOR GETTING SOME SHUT-EYE

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      • multiplemichael

        serpents were lounging, laughing
        arguments among the angels
        Alfred Hitchcock was really British
        he got larger and larger
        galloping through calories
        the larger he got
        the less women feared him
        yanking back and forth
        little spurts in private

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      • eatmorewords

        he was English and feared woman
        used pecking birds as metaphor
        – dark and sinister
        back street post war
        the reintroduction of meat into the food chain

        ego the size of small South American dictatorship

        dead woman in the hotel

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      • multiplemichael

        during the flood
        the hotel was 500 feet underwater
        there were no survivors
        ———————-
        now dust stabs dust
        at night in the back alley
        your mother watching from a window
        clutching a crucifix
        ****another postcard from Kentucky, the baby is healthy

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      • eatmorewords

        In the Hotel 500 fathoms deep guests wore wetsuits to dinner
        The paintings on the wall dripped technicolour tears

        And the food floated to the surface
        The honeymoon night
        with scuba gear was s kinky affair

        the bell boy looked in through the cracks and described the actions to a friend

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    • multiplemichael

      THE POOL HALL PROTAGONISTS
      usually boys—adults smearing and swearing
      ignorant of their sadomasochistic ways
      wives speak of the spurt of pleasure
      never love or intimacy
      disagreeable incidents
      the constant need for money
      mommy and daddy visit
      only to find excrement
      on the living room rug

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      • eatmorewords

        at the flooded pool hall
        the balls couldn’t float
        they sunk to the bottom
        with the butts of a thousand French cigarettes

        the disagreeable spurt nearly blinded the wife

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      • multiplemichael

        ALL MALE POETS HAVE WATCHED THE ADULT FILM
        —————“DISAGREEABLE SPURTS”——————–
        flarf poets often spend hours completing anonymous surveys
        questions about your remaining lifetime
        questions about your desires
        indicators about tendencies
        rather than actual behavior

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      • eatmorewords

        anonymous surveys and multiple choice questions
        safer bets
        always pick the one in the middle
        middle wicket English village green
        answer feed through a machine that spits out flarf answers
        that make no sense
        just words
        and men in designer pants

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      • multiplemichael

        tiny babies preserved in pickle jars
        gifts from the radiation clinic
        probably against the law
        add it to the list
        —MARIE CURIE—
        metal with a hum
        chapters in the book:
        (+) missing possibly lost
        (+) injured possibly maimed
        (+) mutilated or worse
        (+) unconscious but alive
        (+) unconscious and dead

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      • eatmorewords

        all possible combinations
        life as a pick n mix
        vending machines administer feelings on payday
        Marie Curies house shines and can be seen from the moon
        – astronauts point at it and piss in to tubes

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      • multiplemichael

        excrement on the living room rug
        Daddy snorts, “the little bugger will cash out to coronary thrombosis”
        only cheap tickets and cheap socks
        no real splendor to speak of
        ****his pet giraffe was just a goat with a circle painted around its eye

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      • eatmorewords

        (childhood memory)
        – at a friends house and there was excitement on the floor
        – “looks like your dogs done a shit”, I said
        – “I don’t have a dog” –

        cheap carpet tried to hide the mess
        cheap carpet pattern
        gave me a headache

        just slices of bread for tea

        the imaginary dog with black eyes

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    • multiplemichael

      small talk about a vacation to Greece
      a combination of pictorial and character language
      ten different words for a cheap hotel/motel
      ten different words for a piece of plywood
      leaning on a wall providing minimum protection
      a lean-to with tinsel to identify ownership
      a safe haven from street people with scrapbooks

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      • multiplemichael

        an emergency visit to the bathroom
        late at night
        people three rooms down
        heard the commode seat being lifted
        people five rooms down
        heard the load being unleashed
        such a deed would detonate
        a powerful stink bomb
        ****he should have gone outside
        (relatives sitting on the edge of their beds
        with wet towels pressed to their faces)

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      • eatmorewords

        so many ignorant things people fly to Greece thinking it’s Turkey –
        – geographical confusion
        – confusion with their funny money
        everything lost in translation
        hotel
        motel
        camping site in a shanty town
        words used that are older the me your country
        s ignorant people flying to Portugal thinking it’s Spain

        POINT TO NORTH KOREA ON A MAP POINT TO NORTH KOREA ON A MAP POINT TO NORTH KOREA ON A MAP

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      • multiplemichael

        you promised the gentleman at the hotel desk
        that you would dance the tarantella
        you promised a lot of weird things
        ****late at night you would argue with the lobby mirrors
        ——————————————
        I was afraid to go outside
        street people with scrapbooks
        wanting to show me my mistakes

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      • eatmorewords

        I faced down all my mistakes
        I had them tattooed on my back
        I told her I can’t dance
        I TOLD HER I WONT DANCE
        – I have tfuel to pour on the fire
        I didn’t even write this my hands
        I spoke at my phone and it did the work

        I am sliding sleepily down the face of it all
        ice will be here

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      • multiplemichael

        going to Dark Town for sex
        where guilt has no voice
        white people call the hole, vicious love
        white Christians call the circle, vicious love
        ever louder beats of the drums
        “mommy, why is daddy so upset ?”
        ****the apes in the trees constantly toss clues

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      • eatmorewords

        dark town getting ready for white Christmas
        – a parade of papier-mâché reindeers
        – a wrapped box that contains a clenched fiat –
        snow isn’t falling it’s been banned by the municipal council –
        I’m far behind with my correspondence but I can say I’ve never sexual harassed women at work
        one in a million
        mummy hates daddy kids the reason are multiple and complex but don’t let it burden you

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    • multiplemichael

      whatever personal suffering
      had been served on a platter
      in the marriage
      was only a minuscule fraction
      of the suffering that existed in the world
      (+) disillusioned grooms pleading like sheep

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  2. multiplemichael

    poets dipping their dongs in ink
    and signing their names
    seemingly irrelevant
    at the climax of intercourse
    they would pull out
    and make like Onan
    coitus interruptus
    the maid at the motel
    called it “goblin goo”
    (+) there was the sick boy snot
    (+) there was handsome swimmers with curls

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    • eatmorewords

      my signature was illegible
      that’s unreadable to the illiterate
      and I did hear about an argument between the two detectives
      the difference between evidence and fact when one prime suspect disappear under solar flares
      —- fingers of accusations
      —-fingers and penetration

      booked onto the next ark
      my bags packed

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      • multiplemichael

        NO SOLAR FLARE TODAY, BABY BIRD
        ————AUGUST 21, 2017————–
        the sun blotted out in the sky
        grilled cheese sandwiches being made
        by the millions —— $9.95 with pickle
        Pink Floyd smelling like Helena Rubinstein

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      • eatmorewords

        no sun AUGUST 30
        (the end of summer)
        wet Texas
        boats fill the street
        a scene from Dunkirk
        a church full of people praying for a miracle
        a church full of people praying for an ark
        a church full of men would give their left nut for a grilled cheese sandwhich

        pink Floyd albums float towards the Alamo

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      • multiplemichael

        man defines himself
        through his actions
        no one takes credit
        for the sodomized hobos
        traumatized on a train
        policemen collected ooze
        the Red Cross gave them
        sturdy jock straps
        in patriotic colors
        ****leftovers from a homosexual parade

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      • eatmorewords

        the embarrassed hobos
        open and exposed to nature
        patriotic feelings for a country that only exists through a collective consciousness –
        – the hobo with his angry stomach travelling the tracks
        the joy of the gay parade

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      • multiplemichael

        intelligent people talking about distinct circuits
        for lust, love, and attachment
        no mention of hobo sodomy
        what it takes to complete that task
        every single time that task needs to be done
        (+) one misfit flarf poet from Kentucky said that practice
        enables things to happen more easily and more quickly

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      • eatmorewords

        distinct circuits miscommunicated with each other
        small clouds of smoke
        indicated damage
        –time and motion study conducted on the subject of love–

        the townspeople agreed the only solution was to squash him in a cannon and fire him across the Delaware

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    • multiplemichael

      detectives trying to photograph
      your play of mind
      detectives trying to measure
      your private stature
      a noble savage among common savages
      crowning from trial and error
      giving your brother arrogance
      you capturing the intelligence

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      • eatmorewords

        they had a camera but no film
        they just pretended
        it kept you on your toes
        was you actually being watched?
        behavioural changes when observed
        you carried hat just in case
        quick change
        disguise man

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      • multiplemichael

        in some strange manner
        fake detectives were like premature autopsies
        the living were being treated as if they were dead
        innocent people were being swirled into guilt
        it was difficult to find a group with a jazz rhythm

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      • multiplemichael

        I enjoyed your poetry
        about XX and XY chromosome poetry
        the math of gene pairs
        a man of your stature taking risks
        hints of low levels of dopamine
        and chronic abuse of street drugs
        a noble savage among common savages

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      • eatmorewords

        magnetic attraction of polar opposites
        the coffee counter girl would reluctantly serve me tea

        she asked me about the Moors
        she asked if I knew the Queen
        she asked if I’d met the Beatles

        she wrote name incorrectly
        she called me Jon

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      • eatmorewords

        the talk of jazz &
        discussions on Kraut rock
        Berlin basements
        damp patches in Bowies flat
        in East Berlin they had fake coffee – dried soil granules and they only had home made instruments
        – the secret police arrested Popple thinking people were making bombs
        – there were always a thousand eyes watching

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    • multiplemichael

      (+) sibling rivalries
      flarf poetry that motivates sexual avoidance
      cancels competition for women at school
      punishments dished out to the weak
      swirls from the cauldron of lust
      a footnote claims that the deceiver
      is ignorant of deception
      blind to motives
      ****you asked her what she was thinking
      she became very destructive
      she broke laws
      testing the legal system
      (+) your selfish motives came to the surface
      (+) you suddenly discovered a love not trod by most men

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    • multiplemichael

      night clubs offering handsome men with curls
      alcohol and narcotics and sex
      compulsive verbalizers
      in a fake garden of delights
      overhead angels recorded the activity
      so God could watch at a later date

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  3. multiplemichael

    readers disguised as vacant lots
    a lifetime of rubbish and moral weeds for cover
    the smart poet not wanting to gossip on yesterday
    rather destroy the past—possibly a complete break
    walking away from the strongholds
    a measure of property proud
    an intellectual-hero

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    • eatmorewords

      the smart poet would never get into poetry into the first place
      – he would write words and show no one
      – just writing because
      – at breaks at Leviathan
      – a hero in his own mind
      little boasts to the girl at the coffee counter

      the right is returning
      the doctor listened as history reached its cross
      road

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      • multiplemichael

        ———–BREAKS AT THE LEVIATHAN———
        employees smoking meth in the parking lot
        penetration in small closets and stairwells
        passion outside the scope of marriage
        small rock-hard dongs that wouldn’t stop
        long baseball bat dongs cold to the touch
        lovemaking like alligators gone wild

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      • multiplemichael

        anger starts when the baby is made to wait
        disguised as the bridegroom
        he is forced to wait
        Moses had the strongest flashlight in the world
        God made him wait
        ****after death, the psychiatric ward will make you wait

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      • multiplemichael

        written poetry with no proper destination
        poets like cigarettes in need of an igniting spark
        hobos bent over taking it from behind
        angels frown and say that it’s just not right
        unimaginable pleasure —man on man

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      • eatmorewords

        has anyone seen the process from start to finish?
        from spark to full stop?
        the angels say it’s not palatable but they haven’t tried it…pleasure through experience –

        we all have something to write about some just can’t find the words
        stored in biscuit bins and buried below

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  4. multiplemichael

    births and deaths and a theme of music not yet heard
    relatives crowding the landscape afraid of the edges
    when people ask—no one says a word
    disappointments are everywhere
    poverty with its tight collars

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    • eatmorewords

      all births and deaths were recorded
      one would always outweigh the other – a landscape of graves
      the big drop off the cliff
      that dry throats felling after six hours of kissing

      what is under hem-line?

      what drugs will we take today?

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      • multiplemichael

        apocalyptic termination was posted
        prostitutes at home
        soaking their feet
        seductiveness on the floor
        destabilizing
        ———————————-
        the poet busy thinking
        about kissing for six hours
        alter-ego projection ?
        (+) mild-mannered kissing is too tame
        (+) with still warm seductiveness on the floor destabilizing
        (+) a sexual buccaneer
        (+) willing to sacrifice everything for a squirt

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      • eatmorewords

        the kissing when teeth clash
        the kissing when teeth bite lip
        the kissing where you breath through your nose
        where you fell dizzy
        the twinge in your trousers
        thinking about anything but THAT
        – outside of yourself
        floating above

        (remember to give yourself a pat on the back)

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      • eatmorewords

        the children know I gather dust in an office
        they know not to tread the same path as me
        when they were younger they thought I was a super hero
        someone who made a difference
        – they know their uncle used to carry a gun

        constant arguments about space and how to fill it

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      • multiplemichael

        poets allow themselves
        a wider latitude
        in human affairs
        priceless evidence
        in your writings
        yes, many peculiar encounters
        yes, heated intimacies
        vulnerabilities
        infirmities
        ****words wet with debilitating implications

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      • eatmorewords

        it was copy
        illegally downloaded
        the trumpet sounded wrong
        the trumpet sounded wrong
        ( you could hear the holy spirit leave the body)

        people at the side of the road were selling souvenirs and half cooked meats

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    • multiplemichael

      poverty with its tight collars
      poverty with its tight collars
      poverty with its tight collars
      boy bands in the popular imagination
      busy inflating themselves
      rather than God
      ****boy bands all ready discarding the past

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      • eatmorewords

        poverty at the bottom of the rung
        dirty collar shoes no laces
        can those skinny arms carry that weight?
        muscles like knots in rope
        boy bands with their sculptured hair
        always an odd number

        3
        5

        there are rumours and rumblings

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  5. multiplemichael

    it was supposed to be a birthday party
    but the kid with the nail in his head
    stole the show
    ———-
    ———-
    a bunk house stench
    and she said she just washed
    her wadded bra
    was a turnoff
    she called me “bomb”
    said it wasn’t difficult to know when I was done
    purposeless words those were

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    • eatmorewords

      at the birthday they all waited for the cake
      a cake of curdled cream made from dead milk with a message that no one could read —
      –harpy bumday?
      –haffy burpgay?
      –turned off by taste
      I put concrete in my ears
      I glue my eyes
      – turned off many moons ago
      I HAVE A LOW VOLTAGE

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      • multiplemichael

        the physical deterioration
        of the cake
        grew more pronounced
        with the passing time
        ——————–
        freshness was a missed opportunity
        ——————–
        Ms. Curie sent you a birthday card
        with a free pass for proclivities
        (+) all ready your dong had a strong inclination
        toward something objectionable

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      • multiplemichael

        rumors that boy scouts
        were visiting the cake
        weeks before the birthday event
        what a deal——buy the cake on discount day
        (+) odd tang to the icing
        (+) it was not butterscotch

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      • multiplemichael

        (+) an ache of disembodied lust
        (+) the dictionary being used as a masturbatory aid
        (+) adults writing in their journals about the repeated
        experience of loss
        (+) thank God for carbolic soap

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      • multiplemichael

        ****A SUBJECTIVE VALUE JUDGMENT WAS NECESSARY
        a trainload of sodomized hobos interpreted as a threat
        poets running around with flashlights
        trying to illuminate shadows
        scary things that cannot live without a host
        parasitic organisms on two legs
        (+) Narcotic Agents screw with the cell phone

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      • eatmorewords

        the smell in the freight train
        sodomy sweat whisky and gin
        straw bale beds

        the hypnotic noise of constant motion
        sent them into optimistic childhood dreams

        train tracks are veins

        poets with torches
        poets with matches
        arsonist poets

        Narcotic Agents full of narcotics

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    • multiplemichael

      said it wasn’t difficult to know when I was done
      purposeless words those were
      jism at a considerable cost
      —————————–
      detectives busy trying to unearth knowledge
      the cleansing process was a success

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      • multiplemichael

        faceless addicts racing from motel room to motel room
        each one having touched institutional life
        identity stripped away and defiled
        pressures to conform
        a broken bone
        kind of clarity

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      • eatmorewords

        I used to work in a mental institution
        full of men howling
        toothless women in slippers
        a low level cloud of nicotine
        people alive
        but barley living
        biting nails that pile up in the corner

        no electricity running through them

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      • eatmorewords

        people with rubbish tattoos must have no pride in themselves
        – their children’s names etched on flesh just in case they forget them
        —-I weigh my words on imaginary scales

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  6. multiplemichael

    not a single young person could use
    “roots in a parched ground” in a paragraph
    —————————————-
    a party of connections
    recurrent words
    rigidity—library standards
    the real poet wants gypsy lips
    insistent momentum
    poetry that shows words mirroring perception
    —————shows the mind at work
    (+) chopped-up prose with spaces

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    • eatmorewords

      militia poetry about guns and the south – books wrapped in flags
      – DON’T TREAD ON ME vol 1&2 –
      retread of theme
      and image
      unpleasant like the smell of a corpse
      – I don’t want to see how their minds work
      reprising barbarian onslaught

      militia poetry written in Whitmanesque woods
      carved in trees

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      • multiplemichael

        don’t know anything about guns
        or flags wrapped in flags
        Neanderthals:
        (+) caveman pirouetting
        (+) psychiatric pirouetting
        ———————
        unhinged laughter
        ——————–
        compensation for a feeling of inferiority
        words flow with no sustained reprieve
        short outings in a dangerous world

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      • eatmorewords

        everyone wants compensation these days days*
        people feel insulted at the smallest thing
        people are offended on behalf of others –
        everyone thinks everything is connected

        cavemen in small gangs
        roaming forests
        looking for supermarkets

        *the man who sued McDonald’s because he was unhappy after eating a happy meal

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      • multiplemichael

        ————–MILITIA POETRY
        wanted: a secretary with a Dictaphone
        a large vehicle for expressing interior dialogue
        (vicarious means of self-gratification)
        a mad race to bankruptcy

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      • eatmorewords

        who does the secretary turn to ?

        ( her dead dog buried in her yard )
        letters she’s written with spelling mistakes
        no attention to detail
        a button undone on her blouse
        dust between the keyboard keys
        cold tea in a cup

        watching the clock
        as it is today
        so it is tomorrow

        poems about offices and isolated incidences

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      • eatmorewords

        ideology of idiots screaming
        FLAGS SHOULD NEVER TOUCH THE GROUND
        at the HQ
        stolen copies of Mein Kampf steady the table

        Charles Lindbergh dropping propaganda from the belly of his plan

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      • multiplemichael

        at first I thought Charles Lindbergh
        was a type of cheese
        then someone said that he was famous
        for solo nonstop
        thoughts of solo nonstop in adult films
        Charles was a busy boy
        (+) his mother’s nickname was “Stinky”

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      • multiplemichael

        ———–MILITIA POETRY
        the ensuing monster
        history hungry
        dead soldiers outside the gates of Heaven
        swearing that nothing mattered in the end
        it was impossible to immunize the soul

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      • eatmorewords

        MILITIA POETRY
        written with bullets fired from Charlton Hestons gun

        card carrying members of the NRA are all mouth
        no action
        you wouldn’t catch them in the firing line

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      • multiplemichael

        life is spontaneous and problematic
        overcrowded in poverty
        children sitting on the school bus floor
        children sitting on the classroom floor
        playground ringleaders
        channeling energies
        in the restroom
        “How was school today ?”
        (+) HITLERIAN

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      • eatmorewords

        life lessons not learnt at school
        but reactions to situations
        – shitty drawings stuck on school corridor walls
        living in a time where WE’RE ALL WINNERS – medals for taking part

        5th grade Darwinism
        lord of the flies
        kid with the glasses
        insects burnt under lenses

        the gym block burnt down
        deflated basketballs

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      • multiplemichael

        how to find the value of your words
        carve them into a tree
        ————————-
        tackling the issues and questions
        that are relevant to men’s lives
        Robert Frost not having a boat or a canoe
        rode a log down the river of manhood

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      • eatmorewords

        at the Greek cafe the coffee was so thick spoons stood up
        erect like a flag pole
        – on plates were dead fish
        dead fish that kept eyeing the customers
        – no need for cutlery
        here they had HUGE FINGERS

        (at school a teacher asked him would you rather have tiny hands so couldn’t pick anything up
        or giant hands so you crushed everything you touched?

        he didn’t answer then
        and he couldn’t answer now

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      • multiplemichael

        chopped-up prose
        that makes one think about other aspects of sexuality
        early dating experiences—Spin the Bottle not Insert the Bottle
        sexual kissing, fondling, sticky hand-holding, odd pubic hairs
        —————————————–
        poetry about the development of identity
        future astronauts refuse to watch television
        they float in tubs of hot water
        the North Pole standing tall

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      • eatmorewords

        insert oil in the bottle
        bloodied rage
        Molotov angles and bloated babies
        at the barricades
        (the soft sound of piano)
        the vanguard of revolutionary actions – same see
        hand in hand
        present day confusion over sexuality a blanket ban of calling yourself MALE

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      • multiplemichael

        sausage assaulted with scissors
        she said that she nipped it in the buds
        on his forehead the word “WILTS” was visible
        he put all romantic dates on halt and became a novelist
        it became increasingly more difficult to refrain from washing his hands

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  7. multiplemichael

    —————-A BIAS WAS MAKING THE ROUNDS———–
    a bias involving notions of male primacy
    a bias involving notions of male dominance
    (+) male fantasy of female beauty
    (+) females as objects and prizes
    standing at the bear trap
    tenderness was the local bait
    —drugs equal deification—
    —dope is free of forgiveness—
    the girl at the coffee counter makes me hot with curiosity
    all I could think was, “roots in a parched ground”

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    • eatmorewords

      if you want privacy
      the close the god damn door
      if you want poetry
      don’t post it on line
      bias determined by algorithms
      tenderness at a cost
      how much water to soften the parched ground?

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      • eatmorewords

        a ground where life cannot grow
        ancient signs hidden
        plain view
        – the seeds needs liquid
        – and on the horizon telescopes point towards the sky
        at the future away from human failure

        the new ark will fly

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      • multiplemichael

        WHAT USE IS _____ IN A WORLD
        THAT REFUSES TO _____ ?
        they tied Charles Lindbergh to the plane
        33 1/2 hours without a potty break
        in 1927 humans produced waste matter like cattle
        it was not a pretty picture (photos were forbidden)

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      • eatmorewords

        Wing walker Lindbergh with his Amelia Earhart tattoo –
        jet fuel perfume in date night
        –Lindbergh flew Swastika patterns over Nebraskan cornfields
        –shit filed trousers over the Atlantic

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      • multiplemichael

        social benefits with social costs
        driving across town
        kissing to foreplay to coitus
        the librarian sitting on parched ground
        double standard buttocks
        sex the double-edged sword
        sex—inherently risky and not worth a damn
        90 percent of 90 percent—just a wet spot

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  8. multiplemichael

    the police put out the “invisible net” today
    catching sex flies, hungry souls searching
    very few specific details, mostly body parts
    females willing to be unconscious
    females with breasts the size of their eyes
    golden hair—warm hands—chubby thighs
    ****anything that defies the prevailing puritanical morality

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    • eatmorewords

      police trying to define “consent”
      an arm not attached to the body is a strange sight
      weak men trying to regain power they never had
      carrying out actions their mothers would be ashamed off

      living in the future while heading Into the past

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  9. multiplemichael

    (+) he who portrays himself as a devotee and supplicant

    everything that had happened in the past
    all those trips to the trap
    to stare at the bait
    to imagine the pleasure
    frenzied thoughts at best
    somewhere in America
    people would pay to watch such dallying
    the constant fear of getting caught
    or almost caught with the bait in hand

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    • eatmorewords

      what is the bait?
      who baited the hook?

      Edward Hooper’s pictures of buildings and homes in towns of architecture where everyone looks sinister
      with frenzied thoughts

      with his logic
      the murderer and his victim are both to blame

      (they will never raise a statue of me)

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      • multiplemichael

        if all artists are criminals
        talk to me about the direct proportion
        of wrongdoing
        in paintings by Edward Hooper
        (+) a world where people could live together compatibly
        (+) unquestioning support in the matter of writing poetry
        (+) an erotic home life—privately pornographic

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      • eatmorewords

        Hooper’s pictures of the mundane
        towns of lonely people
        looking into the distance
        hiding secrets*
        like hardened criminals

        *skeletons in closets ?
        sexual predilections ?
        deviants behaviours ?
        inability to read ?

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  10. multiplemichael

    —————————-REPREHENSIBLE BEHAVIOR
    figures in the shadows seem darker and thicker
    as the complications continue to grow
    characters seem to change faces
    faces from bedtime stories
    faces from lullabies

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    • eatmorewords

      faces from award winning documentaries about World War Two
      faces from wanted posters
      and a face you wanted to replace yours
      – complications with age
      – lullabies about death

      —————————-
      REPREHENSIBLE BEHAVIOUR of card carrying Nazis

      (and those who left their cards at home)

      ——————

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      • multiplemichael

        do not give your library card to the librarian
        if you are going to request books of an incendiary sexual nature
        librarians are noted for treacherous cruelty
        (+) all librarians have a crippling wound that never heals
        (+) the sensitivities of readers make for easy assault

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      • eatmorewords

        the librarian gave my details to the detectives
        the librarian searched my browser history and sent copies to the detectives
        – all the while giving me the eye
        treachery in the silent place
        amongst thousands of words

        the librarian wouldn’t look out of place in a Hopper picture “Librarian at Night”

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      • multiplemichael

        a climate of rain and fog
        your browser history
        impressionistic evocations
        conversations that transcend
        geographical boundaries
        as a poet
        one must act instinctively
        as the past does not dictate the present
        there is nothing comforting
        about the amnesia of reality
        (+) how long have you been in the present ?
        (+) where were you previously ?

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  11. multiplemichael

    ****warning in the Honeymoon Journal: raw and untutored attention is common

    confused and directionless—afraid of being immobilized
    sex seemed grubby, vulgar, almost mechanical

    thinking of Anglo-Saxon words for bodily functions
    treasuring words dissociated from pool hall banter

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    • eatmorewords

      raw emotion on the streets
      torches burning at city hall
      this side
      that side
      hateful words with sexual overtones
      historical attachments
      bravado at the pool hall spills out into the streets

      no time for a honeymoon now
      burn the spreadsheets

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      • multiplemichael

        —————–I have no idea what a spreadsheet is
        paper printed with the math of Hades
        paper printed with the crimes of industry
        you told me that you were afraid to look at a spreadsheet
        it was as if you were a child afraid to meet your mother’s eyes

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  12. multiplemichael

    it wasn’t difficult to walk away
    people putting junk in their system
    claiming that one has to die
    to start living
    “death—the beginning of life”
    all I could think about
    was how comfortable a bed
    with clean sheets could be
    ———————-
    may be angels are laughing at me
    may be they don’t snuggle up
    to someone that they love
    may be they look up at the throne
    and prepare for their next chore

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    • eatmorewords

      a comfortable bed with clean sheets is heaven at a price – hotels that charge per hour
      – can you put a dollar amount in happiness?
      – my drug dealer says yes

      – angels on their days off
      unshaven & vulgar
      waking up & phoning in sick –

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      • multiplemichael

        hello ARTIFICIAL DISTILLATIONS, I won’t be in today
        hello Mommy, no school today
        you could say clipped wings
        baby bird no fly today
        ———————–
        the demands of being a professional poet

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      • eatmorewords

        ARTIFICIAL DISTILLATIONS,
        the sister company to Leviathan
        headed by a family force feed through a combination of tubes
        no school today
        because school no longer exists
        self taught on computer screen
        baby birds born with motors not wings
        jet propelled into the future

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  13. multiplemichael

    I drove through town fast
    I knew the stereotypes
    the damaged opinions
    how does one step outside
    ——–conditioned attitudes ?
    pulling into the driveway
    loving the pleasures of family life

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    • eatmorewords

      how does one step outside?
      do you open the door?
      climb out of the window?
      tunnel on dirty knees?
      the driveway to heaven
      paved with dog dirt & weeds
      family life
      sometimes
      can be like suffocating in a submarine

      come up for air
      every second Wednesday

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      • multiplemichael

        gritty aspects of family life
        ——————————-
        no idea about the museum of mother
        poisoned aphrodisiacs for holidays
        pathological lies on the cold side of the bed
        fleeced and hoodwinked for supper
        possibly another lethal dose

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      • eatmorewords

        gritty aspects of family life
        the dirt under the nails
        digging graves with no shovels
        digging like dogs
        what wouldn’t you do for a bone?

        poisoned by the protagonist
        professional poet
        preferred paragraphs positioned perfectly parallel

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      • multiplemichael

        posters of brothels in Shanghai
        tacked to the detective’s office walls
        although openly international
        the young girls looked 12 to 14
        “FRY THEM YOURSELF”
        “WATCH THEM FRIED BY OTHERS”
        “MARES AND STALLIONS—WE GOT THEM ALL”
        ****boss man with yellow teeth
        and metallic eyes
        (the bell rings)
        external cuts and scrapes
        internal history in inches

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      • multiplemichael

        rumor has it that they are going to dig up dead actors and actresses
        and try to squeeze another performance or two out of them
        the things that modern technology can do
        dead people smiling and talking
        copulation up close
        it can be done

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  14. multiplemichael

    today was generous
    extra helpings of guilt
    available free of charge
    the self-destructive line
    went around the block
    ——————
    the enhancement of drugs
    a little put away for later

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    • eatmorewords

      keep the receipt for the guilt
      you can return it within 28days –
      – self destructive actions
      – delivered in small measurements
      25 grams
      small pleasures and no rewards

      —-

      a plague is upon me

      ——

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      • eatmorewords

        at times of famine rat tasted as good as pig
        roasted on a stick
        stab the fat carcass
        roast fat spit
        sweet and slick
        molasses sticky
        like those first kisses

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      • multiplemichael

        all that baby blood
        every 28 days
        makes the vampires cry
        the price of heroin
        makes poor people crazy
        do you think it could be pure ?
        ****psychopathic criminals frightened by outer space
        ****anal assassination in the Big House washroom
        the detective interrogates the young mother
        “did you toss the baby out the window ?”
        (+) bloodshed (every 28 days)
        (+) death (the baby landed on a rock)
        one of the better looking detectives
        came to work in a loincloth
        no one said a word
        ****a department that finds devil worshipping humorous

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  15. multiplemichael

    the stuff one buys
    is never total annihilation
    almost annihilation
    poor little Jesus on the cross
    why does he look so small ?
    elaborate robes in the back room
    which was worse, oral or backdoor ?
    —————————-
    having lived through hearsay
    inaccuracies and distortions
    a victim of excessive sensory desires
    life was sodomy enhanced by light
    through stained glass windows

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  16. multiplemichael

    linguistic application poetry
    cut-ups with a .22 handgun
    cut-ups with people who failed school
    every time the phone rings
    it might be a dose, or a smoke
    or someone lost and looking for advice
    the randomness of juxtaposition
    a word next to a word becomes a paragraph

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    • eatmorewords

      not for profit poetry
      avaliable online
      cardboard cutout supporters with buttons for eyes
      all phone set to silent
      avoid invisible contact
      spell check changes meaning
      a flarf dictionary in your pocket

      at K-Mart you can buy a canoe and a shotgun

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      • multiplemichael

        SPELLCHECK THE CANCER OF POETRY
        absurdity-haunted flarf seems immune
        turn the calendar page
        of Robert Frost classics
        bourgeois conformism
        —————————finding yourself nude
        descending a staircase in Duchamp’s studio
        —————————finding yourself eating
        a hamburger in a funeral hearse

        (+) the domain of conversational poetry
        does not belong strictly to a language of words

        (+) Leonard Cohen said that he was growing light
        now he’s gone

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      • multiplemichael

        a flarf dictionary with missing words
        words that can never reassume their place
        words you express
        when you get your dong
        caught in a zipper
        when you get your nut-sac
        caught in a zipper
        words transcribed by a police stenographer
        after you take your first dump in lock-up
        witnessing and being witnessed

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      • multiplemichael

        a FLARF dictionary so large that it wouldn’t fit under the bed
        people refuse to discuss the bedroom of Adam and Eve
        the boredom room—the encounter room
        sleazy stuff that angered God
        ( so upset that He took the man out of Eve)

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      • multiplemichael

        a romantic life filled with librarians and police stenographers
        a backyard full of weeds and Peeping Toms
        catastrophe camped at every corner
        ———-CONSTANTLY SHOCKED
        that a particular group of words
        could plunge me into the past
        evoking mysterious memories

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    • eatmorewords

      the man on the cover of led zeppelin 4 had a bad back from carrying those sticks
      – he tried to sue
      – Robert told Jimmy to kick him in his nut-sac
      the poor man and his bad back

      imagine carrying all that weight
      like a modern day Atlas

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      • multiplemichael

        a kick in the nut sac
        so hard
        that he pissed red bubbles
        ****how does one nurse such a thing ?
        he got nervous when the doctor
        stated that he was missing a testicle
        (misplaced humor)

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      • multiplemichael

        poets in berets
        with expensive socks
        the distinct smell of Mick Jagger
        nervous
        like a 150 hundred dollar bills
        in an envelope made from a telephone book page
        later in a parked car with white nostrils
        memories of myself will start crowding back

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      • multiplemichael

        a kick in the nut sac:
        thoughts about the size of poetry
        poetry has probably never really changed size
        the boundaries of poetry have been placed at great cost
        —————————
        —————————
        arm restraints on a civil war bed
        the internals and the externals

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      • multiplemichael

        no choice (other) than to grow up
        become mature
        to remove my angel shoes
        and stand barefoot in the manure
        of everyday common life
        trying to communicate
        but failing terribly
        everything comes out like I am giving orders
        “look at me, I am the Boss Man with invisible powers”

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      • eatmorewords

        psychologically I was stunted
        – couldn’t grow up
        -couldn’t let nature take its course
        people take pills and rattle
        people remove skin to change
        (the Joan effect)

        trying to communicate in stutters and burst
        morse code mumblings
        flarf dot
        eyebrow dashes

        I had powers
        but I lost them

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    • multiplemichael

      talk about a high-water mark in your life
      having a spear stuck in your eye

      disobedient boys get punished

      poets with dangling cigarettes
      cheap berets—bulging pockets

      as a collaborator I entered your name in a contest

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      • multiplemichael

        the idea of sexual experimentation
        intruders
        different kinds of lies
        unwashed confidantes
        small talk about dirty sheets
        reenactments of shameful events
        ——–next door——-
        basketball on the television
        with the sound turned down

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      • eatmorewords

        the idea of sexual experimentation
        youthful dalliances
        no time to stop and smell the flowers
        Barbie and Ken dolls in positions that would make Ron Jeremy blush

        (I hate the sound of basketball
        the squeak of the shoe
        the bounce of the ball)

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      • eatmorewords

        schools for disobedient boys
        Lord of the Flies with lunch breaks and football pictures

        (. a million miles away from an island of sun and fruit trees. )

        the Stanford Prison Experiment observed by academics and perverts

        ————

        collaborators: multiple johns

        ——————

        relatives on the Mayflowers never sent back postcards

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      • multiplemichael

        memories of a young Ron Jeremy
        he could perform oral on himself
        ————-solo-suck ?
        ————————
        circles from which we come
        to which we return
        ————————
        some head, some average intercourse
        then backdoor and a splash in the face
        THE RON JEREMY METHOD

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  17. multiplemichael

    local poets circling the library
    the collapse of language was imminent

    FLARF poets proud of their deviousness
    they constantly defeat the purpose of words

    eager to display her Rhinoceros clitoris
    the librarian referred to it as her Absurdity Bone

    ****semi-autonomous comment
    momentum to move forward lacking
    the drags of limitation and soft asphalt

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    • multiplemichael

      local poets circling the library
      countless tweed jackets
      and corduroy trousers
      adults taking drugs and drink
      to hurl backwards toward childhood
      womanizing men and womanizing women
      mental pictures of a real life Rhinoceros clitoris
      rumors about the librarian sporting one in a genital cone

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      • eatmorewords

        conquistadors poets spreading the gospel of new words
        DEATH TO FLARF
        smallpox words
        the search a place to feel safe
        – the friction of corduroy thighs
        geography teachers with large strides and talk of ox-bow lakes & longshore drift

        sometime I drift away
        a soulless ballon

        drink and drugs and emotional crutches

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    • eatmorewords

      the local flarf poets circled him on their bikes – each one repeated a word – one after the other
      they repeated their word
      verbal flarf
      drive by flarf

      (the words devalued without context)

      repetition repetition

      the flarf poets cycled away

      the silence was beautiful

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      • multiplemichael

        —————BICYCLE POETRY———-
        adrenal rages in a circle
        —fundamental FLARF
        —non-fundamental FLARF
        to hell with tuberculosis and black lung
        powerful men and women in literature
        sodomizing the floodgates of younger writers
        violating copyrights and testaments
        violating libraries and librarians
        fantasies of violence and perversion
        jumping from the infantile mind
        like athletic popcorn

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      • eatmorewords

        the black lung
        the red death
        the crooked finger
        the reptilian brain took over
        can you copyright words?
        Or is it just the order in which they’re used?

        a cabal of lawyers know the answers

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  18. multiplemichael

    “descended from an ape”
    regulars at the pool hall
    questioned the size of Adam and Eve
    when a God makes people
    how big or small does he make them ?
    were they miniature ?
    (+) humans as flexible products
    (+) evolutionary trial and error
    (+) proliferation of mutts
    (+) the play of the mind

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    • eatmorewords

      did god have balls ?
      did he even gave a nut-sac?
      a constant topic of conversation at the pool hall –

      trial and error explains evolutionary – big tall short small

      untraced history
      backtracked
      carbon dates

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      • multiplemichael

        “GENITAL APPARATUS” an arrow pointing up
        God standing next to the sign
        ———————————————-
        people in Heaven walking around in stupefaction
        a constant source of amazement for the pool hall gang
        welcoming any and all psychocritiques
        ****discussions in private
        ****repetitive masturbation
        ****reciprocal masturbation
        THREE PEOPLE WAITING TO BORROW YOUR HAND
        —–VIRGIL, DANTE, and RIMBAUD

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  19. multiplemichael

    CONVERSATONAL POETRY:
    KNOWLEDGE IN PLACES ONE WOULD NEVER EXPECT
    TO LOCATE KNOWLEDGE.
    —————————-
    THE HOBBY OF INTENTIONAL INEXACTITUDES
    (———GURDJIEFF———)
    if comedy died in the middle of the night
    tragedy would be nude
    making the labors of the next day more difficult

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    • eatmorewords

      I remember seeing the comedian literally die on stage
      – he fell between red velvet curtains*
      – a bad punchline
      the audience applauded
      thin line
      comedic tragedy
      story of my life

      *honeymoon metaphor

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      • multiplemichael

        IF COMEDY DIED
        IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
        TRAGEDY WOULD BE NUDE
        MAKING THE LABORS
        OF THE NEXT DAY
        MORE DIFFICULT
        the city bus takes you to the pregenital zone
        public transportation is a simple regression
        infantile daydreams as you watch the world pass by
        city colors are incomplete—–deceptive
        repetitive store fronts and symbols
        sadomasochistic implications
        a thousand desires to hide
        a thousand desires to reveal the monster inside

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      • multiplemichael

        the constant distraction
        of people wanting to measure your dick
        only guns and knives push them away
        rough machismo
        at a loss about where to turn
        for images of self
        ****idealized images please

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  20. multiplemichael

    people on the bus
    started to mock you
    a simple performance
    but how did it end ?
    were you embarrassed ?
    ( you thought about the needle )
    life on stage: obscene with expletives
    outrageous exaggerations
    your brother holding the award

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    • eatmorewords

      the performance never ended
      I felt like an actor
      constantly “on” – I had no script
      freewheelin’ Johnny Boy
      making the words up as he goes –
      I took the brake off years ago
      I stood on stage
      the crowd left

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      • multiplemichael

        MILES DAVIS SAYS THAT YOU TOOK THE BRAKE OFF
        MILES DAVIS SAYS THAT YOU TOOK THE BRAKE OFF
        MILES DAVIS SAYS THAT YOU TOOK THE BRAKE OFF

        GROWING UP— that other kid just screwed everything up
        growing up in an examined environment
        continuous explanation
        that damn other kid

        years of print and pictures
        HOW COULD YOU BE INNOCENT ?
        when you got old enough—soundtracks
        when people died on the big screen
        guess who took their place ?
        that bossy boy
        manipulative,
        dominating
        a first-hand rat

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      • eatmorewords

        Miles had no brake
        he moved like a bouncing ball
        – his unknown twin
        – how long have you lived in the shadows?
        – heated up under microscopes
        prodded by fingers attached to arms with holes where the drugs flooded through
        – garden of Eden killed the innocence Eve carried a picture of Miles in her wallet
        Adam pretended he didn’t notice

        a web of lies.

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  21. multiplemichael

    straightforward poetry never works
    lame poets jamming words into cages
    ———a royal absence of anything defined ( a poem )
    however dry your throat may be
    try not to break the silence

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  22. multiplemichael

    demons drinking kerosene
    dancing to Rihanna and Drake
    the day full of sulfur and sweepstakes
    (+) excessive surrender to the limitations of cash money
    slipping back down the ladder
    ——————————–
    just think
    what if you were absent from creation ?
    you wash away the dirt
    you shave that hair
    you powder your behind
    just stay away from mirrors, Baby Bird
    you’re not really who you think you are

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    • eatmorewords

      my children kept mentioning Drake
      – I thought about the Spanish Armada not a rapper in a fast car –
      slipping down the ladder of history
      fading past the point of memory

      I wandered what Drake smelt like?

      diesel and maple syrup?

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        Spanish Armada—-the brand name of a cheap kitchen appliance
        ————————————————————————————–
        the Drake Scenario
        America permits a limited number of blacks to be successful
        they are not really black
        real black people
        are not visible
        just like Native Americans
        9 out of 10 people can’t name one
        —————————————-
        history burnt at the stake
        ——————————
        some day there won’t be any intimacies
        people will lie about the sexes being divided

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        a certain ratio
        allowed to slip through the net
        a small number climb up the ladder
        gives the impression of fairness
        tokenism facade
        tokenism facade
        amnesia proletariat*

        I heard some folk in the South think native Americans had blue eyes and blonde hair

        *stolen from a band from El-Paso

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    POETRY WITHOUT RENT OR SEAM
    that “which refuses to be named”
    forces agents to knock on your door
    forces thugs to break knees
    the errors of particular excess
    carry a difficult price to correct
    ****lessons of a short rope

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    • eatmorewords

      poetry on a flat page
      through the margins
      across staples
      removed the dust jacket
      there will always be errors
      strikethrough / erase
      – at that stage where I try and pull the reins on excess

      a rolling train full of sodomised hobos

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        a train full of sodomized hobos
        on their way to the Capitol
        to be burned at the stake
        before you blew out the candles
        on your birthday cake
        you saw the hobos signaling you

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      • multiplemichael

        PULL THE REINS ON EXCESS ?
        Baby Bird, you tossed the brakes
        nonsequential yet coherent
        conversational poetry
        page-turning prose
        Monopoly board reality
        (+) books stacked by the fireplace
        (+) books stacked by the commode hole
        words go up in flames
        words sleep in mounds of excrement

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        I played monopoly and ended up homeless and on crack
        I passed go
        and wasn’t rewarded for my efforts
        I went directly to jail
        I made a knife from a rotten toothbrush

        I was the boot
        I was the car

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  24. multiplemichael

    poetry that asks the reader to inspect it closely
    private detectives positioned to observe
    her parents only have limited authority
    the neighbors have serious doubts
    the pages seem too large
    for the book

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        TWO HAND GRENADES READY TO EXPLODE:
        (+) mommy grenade was leaking milk
        (+) daddy grenade was leaking jism
        a critical moment in the development of the homosexual infant

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        leaking father (small semen tears at the end)
        lactating mother
        fluids flooded the house
        little Jimmy with a snorkel in his bedroom
        repressing memories at an early age
        repressed and compressed like carbon in his mind

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      • multiplemichael

        LITTLE JIMMY—————–LITTLE JIMMY
        the doctor wet himself with excitement
        now he was getting past the exterior
        he was pushing the shovel into pay-dirt
        all those years the fruit hung on the tree
        now the fruit was ripe and ready to pick
        LITTLE JIMMY WAS TO BE HIS REWARD
        (+) those repressed and compressed thoughts had produced a DIAMOND

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        little Jimmy raised with
        unobtainable goals
        the bottom rung of a ladder
        unable to view the top
        —- unbearable pressure
        like crushed under dinosaur feet
        —unbearable pressure that turned him from carbon to a diamond
        little Jimmy
        dreams
        raised

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      • multiplemichael

        SMALLER SKIRMISHES THROUGH THE YEARS
        teen years arrived and it was hand grenades
        combat with the passions
        weaknesses of the flesh
        (and who resides in the chair of laziness ?)
        daddy thinks everyone are different
        mommy thinks everyone are the same
        they both praise that other lad
        the camouflaged rat

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    THERE WERE NO YAWNING DELINQUENCIES
    AT THE COFFEE COUNTER
    a double scoop of meth
    a clean tee shirt
    ****outraged and outrageous
    Bob Dylan walked by barefoot
    no one asked for an autograph
    a sign of the times
    (+) the value of a tie-wearing folk singer

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      the same girl at the counter told me she thought yawning was a sign of suppressed aggression –
      – I’m no Doctor I told her –
      I yawned and exposed my teeth
      like a jackal

      barefoot Dylan
      calloused skin

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      • multiplemichael

        Bob Dylan floating above the mob of folk singers
        —afraid somewhere in his youth he questioned the value of God
        —he sang, “you gotta serve somebody” but did he serve the Lord ?
        soaring in the clouds
        everlasting contemplation
        and glorification
        love, love, love
        ****secretly, religion as slavery ?

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        serviced the need to release
        treadmill albums full of
        dime store lyrics – one step up from flarf
        — churning it out
        –churning it out
        an assembly line of music that doesn’t soar into the clouds
        it crashes to earth

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      • eatmorewords

        the process of becoming derelict is called TIME
        erosion by rain and rust
        & they wandered around the old dilapidated factory which was being used in the movie as a metaphor for death they took photos and of course
        shared them of Instagram
        — Bob Dylan doesn’t have an email address
        he doesn’t even own a fucking computer

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    • multiplemichael

      passive reception of pain into active enjoyment
      a famous lyric from a Dylan tune
      about pushing the wheelbarrow
      even farther than before
      ——————–
      the poet swallows life
      and produces poetry
      from the exit
      ——————–
      brown psychic
      glaze

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        the wheelbarrow contained his prize
        the prize he didn’t want
        but he changed track
        wore a new pair of shoes
        walked a mile home
        tilting his hat and wishes everyone a good day

        a good day for lemonade

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      • multiplemichael

        the secret to life:
        THE TILT OF THE HAT
        —————————-
        —————————-
        thinking about last night
        how you stuck it in
        a friend of a friend
        the opportunity was there
        the necessity was there
        ( the storm of greater willingness )

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        the code of hat tilting
        secret signs
        all men are created equal
        except for some
        who aren’t
        those who hobble past in tattered shoes and dirty flags that have touched the ground

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        Rihanna or Beyoncé
        different sides of a small coin
        –bitch fights about who will be the first to appear on a stamp
        –they won’t touch meth (behind closed doors they inject in dark crevices)
        –oh pity the famous ones
        the discard them for another one

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    ——————————–the true reward of writing poetry
    imaginary gratification
    ————————-
    as the room grew dark
    with the setting sun
    the satyr
    trying to remove himself from a costume
    making noises like a wounded mongoose

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    playing with decadence
    without succumbing to it
    the poet as observer
    the poet as participant
    detectives in a variety of roles
    which came first
    (+) the mental breakdown
    (+) the knock on the door

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  28. multiplemichael

    Sylvia Plath said,
    “poets act in some bizarre unconscious obedience
    to some primal part of their self
    —a mental program that dictates collections of words”
    (+) painful origins
    (+) skinned knees
    (+) hormone frenzy

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  29. multiplemichael

    the poet may identify with the active or the passive
    public transportation to the oral and anal areas
    harmonica sounds from the military clad riders
    perverts looking at magazine photos
    of semen being sucked up
    through a proboscis

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    Kentucky mothers nursing babies
    wacked-out meth mothers
    rubbing poison on their nipples
    will baby suck ?
    will daddy suck ?
    will the landlord suck ?
    (+) the desire to play with death
    (+) undeniable playfulness

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    create reality with the basic ability to daydream
    riding the bus and daydreaming at 100mph
    riding the train and daydreaming at 100mph
    the wife with a grenade under her pillow
    wake up and watch her playing with it
    the grenade is a powerful imaginary weapon
    she was an unmapped female
    isolated and dangerous
    death was the simple solution
    I told her to do it
    life wasn’t necessary

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    • eatmorewords

      grenade pin pulled but she still had the device in her hand
      incendiary stuff
      ticking tick ticking tock

      iSolated hand with explosive metal

      simple solution of death but what if the light at the end of the tunnel was just you re-emerging from a vagina into another life?

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        listen Baby Bird
        it won’t be me re-emerging from a rat hole
        it may be Charles Mingus
        or some lucky soul
        who can give form to improvisation
        ****the world needs new passages to adventurous improvisations

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      • eatmorewords

        each day I am the embodiment of both improvisation and method acting

        – no one gives me a script in the morning I must make my own lines
        —-currently I am playing the role of a bored office worker —

        I

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    I found the perfect girl
    she was a man inside
    we settled down
    now we’ve grown to the ground
    ————————————–
    Adele is outside singing at the door
    I loved her and set her free
    her Victorian farts so sweet
    Adele take your cheeks home
    kiss that rat boy husband
    on the rubber sheets
    dare not speak
    coughing lung snot
    coughing lung rot
    a sanitary napkin
    taped across your mouth
    ( tuberculosis)

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    layer after layer of clothing
    to suit standards of public taste and decency
    never to be taken off
    showers and bathtubs and swimming pools
    took days and days to dry off completely
    over seemingly impossible amounts of time
    the clothing fell apart and vanished
    but the standards stayed the same
    ——————————————-
    ——————————————-
    (+) the stratagems that powerful poets invented

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  34. multiplemichael

    ****DESTROY THE PAST
    simply by ignoring or forgetting it
    readers create their own fantasies
    poets climb tall trees and leap
    tired of living in a reality
    never portrayed in the present
    (+) greater simplicity on a cloud up above

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    • eatmorewords

      some say the cloud up above was sent by God to punish the sinners and masturbators
      – some say the storm coming isn’t real more fake news for the meme generation
      – poets throw spare words into the wind and let them land on islands thousands of miles away

      our reality will change in the aftermath
      our reality will be altered in the ghost town debris
      of houses with holes in them like tanks have driven through

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  35. multiplemichael

    FIRST-HAND KNOWLEDGE OF THE FICTIONAL WORLD
    ————————————————————————–
    flashbacks—which go backward and forward in time
    unable to formulate feelings, much less verbalize them
    readers never know exactly what the poet is thinking
    —————————————————
    verbal processing on the spaceship
    men naked in a tight environment
    it was either fight or engage in sex

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      first hand knowledge of things we’ve never seen
      or things we’ve never heard – flashbacks to birth
      flashbacks to the honeymoon
      fast forward to death
      fast forward to the afterlife
      a reoccurrence of all things you’ve already seen

      imagine coming back as yourself !

      what a waste

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    • eatmorewords

      astronauts change their socks daily
      – outer space hygiene
      – recycled urine
      – foreskins removed prior to lift off

      from up their they say the winds coming in they plotted its path while floating in a suit

      shitting in a bag
      8 miles high with no wifi

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    many rhythms and even more voices
    different shades of human nature
    man sometimes resembles God
    bipolarity
    the desire to hide
    the desire to reveal
    fantasies of violence
    fantasies of passion
    critiques of your genital apparatus
    ——————————————–
    the complexity of reciprocal sex
    nothing simple like expensive socks

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  37. multiplemichael

    POISONED MEMORIES
    conflicting versions of lesbian activities
    there was a check mark
    next to “disturbing lesbian proclivities”
    joyless isolation and bad coffee
    a frying pan full of sexual dreams
    magazines featuring the unattainable
    entrapment straight from the Bible

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    • eatmorewords

      Teenage confusion:
      I knew I liked woman
      and spent years thinking I must be a lesbian –
      — erasing paragraphs from the bible like a child screaming with his fingers in his ears —
      if it’s removed it never happened
      —all those people in the cemetery never existed
      vertical burials in the wasteland

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  38. multiplemichael

    I tried to help you escape
    but you said that you
    wanted to remain bound to the past
    that the mushroom cloud
    was a beginning not an end
    sleeping in the ground
    with a phantom lover
    enormous breasts and wide hips
    room for you but not your horse
    I begged you to stay in our refrigerated vault
    be cloned at my expense
    be cloned twice if it suited you
    the good Johnny and the better Johnny

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    • eatmorewords

      I was tethered to the past
      I admit
      I couldn’t outrun my shadow
      glued to history
      an equation never ending
      the algorithms directed me to you – suspicious scientists followed me into toilets to collect DNA
      – a mushroom cloud over darktown

      -your wife hipped lover was the best you’d ever had

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  39. multiplemichael

    amputated limbs vs. the absence of limbs dating from birth
    ———————————–
    could you tiptoe up and kiss the nape, the flap, the jagged edge ?
    affectionate touching ? rub your nose on the raw part ?
    suckle on the tender bundle ?
    ———————————–
    precious jewels

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      woman at the counter with a riding crop
      frothing around the lip
      – dry lip kissed the rough edges
      raw parts
      fresh chopped meat
      she was my tender bundle of blood and bones

      *a limbless man in water was called Bob

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      • multiplemichael

        the material signifiers (limbs)
        to establish the context of the body
        ———————–poetry executed by an assistant across the ocean
        how does one measure the provocative vitality of hobo sodomy ?

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      • multiplemichael

        children forced to wear thick gloves at the supper table
        poetry about the formation of gender and sexual identity
        quantitative data on the other son—stacks of evidence
        (+) later in life he was trusted with a firearm

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  40. multiplemichael

    the poet should never write about children
    being forced to wear thick gloves
    conservative farmhands were angry
    —————————————-
    disrobed school teachers in the classroom
    psychologically vulnerable
    their personal cutlery
    a nude status symbol
    (+) innocent eyes locked on king-sized patches of hair

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      conservative farmhands fear the machines
      conservative farmhands love their calloused hands
      (caressing their wife’s with roughly hewn hands….a certain thrill)

      —still life drawing
      cocks and apples
      Zeppelin breasts
      thatch of hair charcoal fingers

      trying to draw while laughing hard

      disrobed a book

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      • multiplemichael

        it was just as easy to inflate a gymnasium
        as it was to inflate a condom
        transforming everyday objects into balloons
        it was easy for me to be a Caucasian
        I could be as fake as a three dollar bill
        an American with a shovel in his pants
        having removed the best parts of multiple people
        romanticized in youth—now it just hangs there

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  41. multiplemichael

    poetry permits the poet to lay bare
    the vulnerable areas of his world
    demands and obligations
    ———————-
    judgmental readers:
    (+) tactual stimulation (sandpaper sheets)
    (+) suspicions of self-centeredness may arise

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    • multiplemichael

      when one sex comes through the door
      another sex goes out the window
      detectives sit in their automobile
      overbearing bastards
      holiday aftershave
      pee in a plastic bottle
      swollen lumps on their anal area
      salamanders from a poor diet
      the squirm of sodomy
      my God, how could it feel good ?

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    a bodily grave for a new birth
    what a load of crap
    playing games with plenty of time for defecation
    masturbation with the monster bulb of orgasm
    ****the ego outgrows itself
    genital organs in a shoebox
    some separate the phallus
    from the anus
    SOLO-SODOMY
    (+) a carnival side show “SOLO-SODOMY”
    ingested, digested, wiped clean
    dismembering and enjoying the tease
    the combination of pleasure and pain
    calling lovers, “mommy”
    thinking daggers in daddy’s back

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    • eatmorewords

      the ego outgrew me
      it left my body and never came back
      it’s got it own life now
      married with two kids
      – I was empty
      – I spent time selecting words
      time spent searching
      – the sodomites stayed to their part of town – some joined the circus bringing their homemade phallus

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      • multiplemichael

        LIFE is the time spent searching for words
        famous pool hall quote, “words are the nails in the coffin”
        dead people just wrapped in plastic and dropped in cement
        nails serve no purpose—none to be found in the hardware department
        ——————————————————————
        ——————————————————————
        I didn’t want to be something that I wasn’t
        afraid of compromise as if it was a diseased bat

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  43. multiplemichael

    join a club
    where everyone talks about no-demand sex
    ————————————-
    the form and mystery of the human body
    a creation that made God sing and dance
    Leonard Cohen watching God through an anal opening
    God oozing an odoriferous attractant —saying the “C” word
    (+) God was the world’s first boy scout
    (+) God had a pocket knife with arms and legs

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    • eatmorewords

      I tried to join the club
      but I was refused
      not accepted
      – I had a vague recollection of sex –
      I saw a video once
      – a gaping hole in need of cleaning

      the magic holy knife with a stick of dynamite

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  44. multiplemichael

    join a club
    taught to express love in a non-sexual language
    neither party experienced an orgasm
    new age sensory enhancement
    people sit in a circle and discuss no-demand sex
    in the background somebody was playing jazz on a gourd

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    • eatmorewords

      with membership came a disclaimer
      a wager of silence
      you couldn’t un-see what you saw but you couldn’t mention it – you had to be keep it inside
      – it gave you palpitations
      you could feel ulcers growing
      your fatty acids
      leaking and slippery underfoot

      I don’t need the stress I told the wife

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  45. multiplemichael

    directives that inform guys from the pool hall
    what masculinity means
    older males who demonstrate how to prove masculinity
    a world full of social prohibitions
    when it comes to attaining the safety of a tree
    inferior apes cannot reach the lowest branch
    the hungry predators have no compassion
    DO YOU LAUGH LIKE A MAN ?
    (+) thankful that only strong seed will survive

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  46. multiplemichael

    feminized pillows being tossed outside Boy Scout tents
    used to ignite a large bonfire
    (+) large or small, anything to extinguish feminine behavior
    (+) large or small, anything to promote masculine behavior

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  47. multiplemichael

    POETRY: THE OVERLAY OF THOUGHTS
    ——————————————————-
    intelligent people in a small room
    thinking about three words
    SEE YOURSELF SEE
    the cleaning lady handed one of the men a mirror

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      I looked in the mirror
      behind me a glimmer of a ghost
      the newly dead Hugh Hefner
      spectrally stalking young woman in shopping malls and colleague dorms

      some days it feels like I’m walking through sludge

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    • multiplemichael

      a private mental thesaurus
      before puberty
      after puberty
      ———-
      ———-
      busy following the bullet trajectories backwards
      gravitational pull over a long distance
      self-hypnosis and heterosexual saliva
      her mouth was all wet and funny tasting

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    • eatmorewords

      stolen symbols and twisted images
      upside down crucifix
      the symbolism of nothing
      if Jesus died in a car crash would people wear small metal cars round their neck?

      – take a knee

      – let the flag touch the ground burnt with the hot tip of a French cigarette

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      • multiplemichael

        a crucifix with a can opener
        tiny tins of strange Greek fish
        bright silver with metallic eyes
        the swellest Dad in all the world
        first-person poetry
        step outside
        and record it on paper
        confessional
        conversational
        fanciful flarf
        (+) secretly on good terms with pleasure

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      • eatmorewords

        all my children entered the world through a wound
        – made with silver metallic
        – I was left behind in the maternity wing
        – at the time I was first person
        – Johnny boy was third person –
        – my children were swaddled in fur & outside smokestacks coughed

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    it was fraud
    the photographs of the clitoris were fake
    having seen the good, the bad, and the deformed
    baby size dongs with no nut sac
    and exposed tonsils slick with slime
    gray flesh and Greek hair thick and long
    ———-nothing more need be said

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    • multiplemichael

      Kitty was chubby
      but not chubby enough
      she wanted to fill herself
      with German soldiers
      intercourse never interrupted
      —————–
      gorge yourself on filthy candy
      make you have Nazi shits
      no need to struggle
      just smile and make warm

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  49. multiplemichael

    LIVING IN A WORLD
    WHERE WHITE PEOPLE ARE SO WHITE
    they find it difficult to journey into Dark Town
    pale humans heavy with dishonesty
    2 police departments but no hospital
    12,000 handguns and no dental care
    a pleasant city at noon
    penetrable in the bright sunlight
    the million dollar question
    you buying or are you selling ?

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    • eatmorewords

      translucent old folk with veins like rivers under arid skin
      some just bones, memories and undigested food
      – a pocket full of pills
      – placebo expense
      – an hours ride into darktown in public transport
      – rotting groceries in canvas bags
      – a question he asked himself everyday: did I kill 6 Nazis for this?

      – a bruise that grows daily darkening his skin

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    warned about acting like females
    strong arm boy scouts
    promoting healthy masculine behavior
    “feminized” male teachers planting seeds
    being punched and kicked
    having poetry books
    tossed at their heads
    (+) lesbians flashing knives made with deer horns

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    • eatmorewords

      feminised male female men masculine ladies
      big knuckles and loud sounds from the toilet cubicles
      – having a wang doth not make a man –


      – the puss of the system leaks through all the gaps –

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    intimate with male friends
    bastard disciplinarians
    children of librarians
    children of lesbians
    very few opportunities to explore
    not a single trusted confidant
    some crazy old detective magazines
    catalogs of women in their underwear

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      • multiplemichael

        you stole the magazine
        from the barbershop

        you daily beckon the angel
        to offer him an arcade ride

        I can use the word, “bootblack” in a sentence
        ego thoughts sitting proud in the bootblack chair

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      • eatmorewords

        “Bootblack” – offended many
        – black like moles –
        – Dylan Thomas’s night “moonless night in the small town,
        starless and bible-black” –
        – a proud ego
        collapsed under the negative weight

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      • multiplemichael

        no ordinary needs please
        the traffic is buzzing
        with artificial needs
        (+) artificial romance
        many dividing walls between us
        I hear rattling castanets
        you experience goats
        with circles painted
        around their eyes
        ****you arrived with musicians, now they are gone

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        the traffic is metal snake
        anacondas with headlights
        through the modern restless city
        gleaming new
        – – the frightening realisation that
        there is an end —

        a constant image of a goat in make up

        how many more sacrifices need to be made?

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      • multiplemichael

        an iron curtain separated the hotel lobby
        from the rooms upstairs
        not quite the twentieth century up there
        unnamed narrators would come down with tales
        with constant developments and flashy contradictions
        the staff would speculate but chose not to affirm
        goats in makeup—————-Good Lord

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      • eatmorewords

        each night they got a guest speaker in to recite chapters from books never loaned from the library
        –the poor stood behind the curtains
        straining ears
        – the rich folk drunk cognac and swallowed dead animals

        nervous staff stood in corners
        waiting to be beckoned

        time stood still

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      • multiplemichael

        the hotel lobby was decorated
        in bankruptcy after bankruptcy
        each table came with a bachelor dandy
        who spoke English and went both ways
        paying adults could be pleasantly amused
        ———–CHARADES OF REWARD——
        (his oral avant-garde was light-years better than your carrot)
        (his backdoor skills literally caused you to weep)
        ****sinful man cannot write sinless poetry

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        the English language
        spoken correctly from mouths with broken teeth
        – like splintered boards of the ark –
        teeth the colour of cold tea
        – hotel lobbies of old magazines and plastic plants
        where the door bangs in the wind

        rooms available by the hour

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      • multiplemichael

        the road crew from the local prison
        can update you on apparent motherless children
        weekly they retrieve the bundled babies
        that litter the sides of the freeway
        tossed from speeding automobiles
        the little buggers are often difficult to view
        ****the men are trained to extinguish any trace of life

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      • eatmorewords

        the road crew learnt to catch objects thrown at 20mph +
        – $15 rewards for each baby caught
        – a bonus if blue eyed and blond hair

        – the stacked them in piles of five until the sun set

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      • multiplemichael

        stacking the babies in a public performance manner
        only God can pry into the souls of Baby Stackers
        each person carries their identification
        superficial——-perhaps false
        —————————-
        the young married couple
        were upset at breakfast
        he claimed that the bell had been rung
        she seemed to think otherwise
        (he thought the goat with the circle around its eye was a small donkey)

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        baby Tetris stacked in rows
        the performance artist ate light bulbs and chewed pages of the bible –
        – loaves of bread baked from vaginal yeast –
        trying to make a point
        falling on deaf eyes
        blind monkey see no evil

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      • multiplemichael

        burdening you with words
        that I should keep to myself
        if I sent you empty pages would you weep ?
        I like to think back when my puppy would kiss my fingers
        having lived so long everything has passed time and time again

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      • eatmorewords

        I keep getting spam emails from the SAVE MIKE campaign –
        – I told them to stop I told them to stop –
        I would love blank emails
        not pictures of all the Mikes
        (literally every famous Mike…)
        – I’ve lived so long I could name half of the Mikes but I didn’t want them saved

        – send me empty pages and I’ll fill ’em

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    • eatmorewords

      expensive hotel
      with two windows smashed out
      like the black eyes of a beaten spouse
      – no static on the line
      the safety valve tripped

      people expressing themselves with angrily written words to people in authority

      no could hear over the sound of gun shots

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  52. multiplemichael

    illegal drugs and prostitution
    improvised sex in Dark Town whorehouses
    poetry about white men in cages
    the discomfort of naked white men
    geography measured in inches
    —————————–
    bizarre could never escape itself
    poets floating on the surface of recognizable bizarre

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    • eatmorewords

      each day we’re in a cell
      a cell with computers
      underground cables
      – the whorehouse closed at noon
      to clean up and start again
      – the roundabout of repetition
      – the man who couldn’t pay
      crouched down on the fire escape

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  53. multiplemichael

    children throwing rocks at Thelonious Monk
    thinking in more than one voice
    walking like a duck
    small dogs imitating a trumpet
    ambiguous sounds behind doors
    it is your decision
    submit to divine authority
    the gifts from enemies are not gifts
    —————————————
    —————————————
    ROCKS: conga, mambo, tango, rhumba, calypso
    GIFTS: conga, mambo, tango, rhumba, calypso

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  54. multiplemichael

    I saw a flarf poem
    tonal quality from a drum
    might be struck anywhere
    from the center to the rim
    WORDS:
    burrs
    metallic slurs
    smears
    white people jealous
    of the haven of friendship
    displayed on stage
    ——————–
    ——————–
    the old heroic code
    live hating your enemies
    die hating your enemies
    the guy from church
    with his final reassertion of hatred

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      • multiplemichael

        people in cubicles with dictionary words
        enormous numbers of words
        wheelbarrows of words
        paintings of Gertrude Stein
        artists on Peyote
        constantly copying her likeness
        sometimes heartbreaking
        sometimes humorous
        a minuscule fraction of her true self
        ****a burlesque girl cat with large green eyes

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    • eatmorewords

      without linguistic rules
      cavemen spoke in flarf
      – prehistoric poetry
      at a time they used their dongs as weapons
      a skin hammer
      – each sentence grunted out
      – the younger cavemen made new rules
      a move away from flarf
      something more rigid

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      • multiplemichael

        he talked about her today
        like she wasn’t dead
        unquenchable
        he said that she was unquenchable
        he was her drink
        mathematics
        we talked numbers
        as we dug her grave
        you mentioned Kerouac
        you—THE BABY BIRD
        beckoned down by angels

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      • eatmorewords

        Roman Catholic flarf
        nailed to the door in a German town
        the folk turned up to read the words
        some seemed cold fused
        BURN THE HERETIC
        mute cavemen buried five fathoms deep

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  55. multiplemichael

    misled uptown poet
    the Flarf man
    working as a sideman
    for a minstrel show
    avant-gardists
    with black and white stripes
    avant-gardists
    doing a jungle-movie dance
    ———————————
    silences between bouts and bumps
    kissing might lead to coitus
    a loaded handgun
    under the pillow

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    • eatmorewords

      sometimes the avant-garde mistake rubbish for art
      – trying to find beauty where there is none (dead junkie on a mattress
      -an unmade bed)

      – the mayor of darktown said describing something with words most people need a dictionary to understand
      does not make it art –

      – the scream, stolen again

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      • multiplemichael

        meaningless thoughts
        with or without a dictionary
        remain a mistake
        bootless natives make no noise
        I look at their genitals up close
        mucus and cheese—a god awful smell
        sit in my tent with crystal meth and bug net

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      • multiplemichael

        PULL OUT THE PEYOTE DICTIONARY
        look up a reality for me:
        tell me it isn’t true
        that people are donating
        their unwanted pets
        to the zoo
        to feed the staff
        to feed the lions
        tell me it isn’t true

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      • eatmorewords

        the peyote dictionary turned into a colourful rock
        then the wreckage of a car
        (two dead occupants inside)
        a man donating his eyes to the school of the blind
        lions become cats become mice and disappear down a hole

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  56. multiplemichael

    and then there is the wife
    ————–who will readily
    interrupt her activities to have sex
    “hang up the phone and jump on the bone”
    a simple life of pornography
    too extreme for the cable networks

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  57. multiplemichael

    somewhere I read about a vacation to Greece
    a fancy motel, “THE ECUADOR”
    a one-star hotel, “THE ECUADOR”
    a piece of plywood leaned against a wall
    good for 5 days but only 4 nights
    (+) telepathic communications (YES)
    (+) WIFI and cellphone (NO)
    the tinsel taped to the wood was a warning to other residents
    “BACK OFF”

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  58. multiplemichael

    one of the ghosts
    said, “the sexes should be separated”
    insects concentrated on sociological factors
    insects concentrated on biological factors
    they found recognition to be frightening
    everything and everyone should be strangers
    ****being unique was a violation of the code

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    • eatmorewords

      no such thing as a homo
      sexual ghost
      phantasmagoric images captured on X-ray
      – a total lack or sexual organs or orientation
      it was just enough for them to have escaped the clutches of death

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    • eatmorewords

      a billion lizards
      future handbags for the rich white folk on Rodeo Drive
      – cavemens fur
      carbon dated before purchase –
      worn by the rich white folk
      antique clothing covered in dust
      adds value

      the mystery wrapped up in dead animal

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  59. multiplemichael

    the poet tampering with reality
    what ever happened to blue-butt women ?
    more lovers to outsurvive
    throw another book on the fire
    people building the Ark
    they eating good
    meals walk up wide-eyed
    Noah blowing snot out his nose

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    • eatmorewords

      they threw books on the fire BUT THEY NEVER BURNT
      indestructible flarf
      confused the librarian

      over dinner they talked about the ark
      the spirit of Noah was there,
      in the sausages
      hidden in the fridge

      they felt his presence

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  60. multiplemichael

    a one way ticket to the Galapagos Archipelago
    a simple sweat without pleasure
    the airplane was scary
    missing seats
    you could see the pilot
    the cabin door with a shotgun hole
    ————–my name on the ticket was abbreviated

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    • eatmorewords

      bumpy fight
      alcohol at 30,000 ft
      captains playing poker while the plane flies itself
      a strange smell of BBQ food filled the air
      empty seats
      I was passenger number one

      I went to the toilet and wandered where did all the waste go?

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    • eatmorewords

      scorched marks on duvet
      outlines of death
      glowing Ms.Curie was a fairground attraction wheeled out at the Worlds Fair
      her glowing aura rivalled Teslas magic lights

      (but you couldn’t kiss teslas lights)

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  61. multiplemichael

    being alive was one thing
    having a physical body
    was another
    first-person wanting to fornicate with third-person
    completely unjustified suspicion
    the new girlfriend seems electric
    her plug is off-limits

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  62. multiplemichael

    poetry
    dwelling on sex
    solo sex—-honeymoon sex
    expensive drugs without a name
    different color dope in thick plastic bags
    things that rewrite the novel of consciousness
    (+) rearrange the map, Daddy

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  63. multiplemichael

    overlapping levels of gossip
    autobiographical to the point of fiction
    different mirrors for different days
    Capote was hiding out at my place
    I know why they say he is a chameleon
    the little rat bastard

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    • eatmorewords

      overlapping comments
      02.10.2017 – I am a dog
      chasing its tail –
      hare and the tortoise
      life lessons for the pre-pubescent

      let the thieves in through the front door
      rat bastards everywhere

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  64. multiplemichael

    Marie Curie keeps calling for you
    I know the world is her audience
    that she constantly seeks attention
    and demands sympathy
    I also remember that you said
    her vagina
    was like a sweating
    champagne bucket
    that sex with her
    was no longer credible
    ****death erases the purring

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  65. multiplemichael

    I heard you praying last night before bed
    telling God that you were finished
    with being served half-believed lies
    may be that you should toss your friends to the curb
    and start out with a new collection of strangers
    people less ragged
    a woman with less fruit
    a more narrow passageway
    ****a woman who demands expensive socks on her man

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    • eatmorewords

      Jagger lips available for everyone
      at a cost
      – fake hearts
      – limbs connected to machines
      – a human with micro chips
      – a North Korean hacker
      hacks in
      controls the human
      at a distance
      even simpleminded people can look smart

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  66. multiplemichael

    the thief who robs the reproductive function
    semen displaced with a squeeze and a tug
    all those get well cards gone to waste
    ——————————
    think of all the musicians humiliated
    by the arrival of rock and roll

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  67. multiplemichael

    incredible schlong
    a sense of humor
    known as
    “rake the furnace clean”
    poetry published in small books
    sold in drugstores and discount markets
    lawyers inform me that I could make a buck
    ——————————–
    when I visit my Spanish girlfriend
    her parents make me show my vaccination marks

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  68. multiplemichael

    so far you’ve mailed me photos of you
    riding on a bus with no seats
    riding on a mule next to a sign
    “WELCOME TO KENTUCKY”
    a frontier poet
    —————–
    a man not afraid of a large clitoris
    she has a beard and a scrotum
    dawdle all you like
    one day it will be your turn
    your chocolate on the spoon

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  69. multiplemichael

    to become steadily less
    one day it will be your turn
    your chocolate on the spoon
    —————————-
    with the fever
    the Lord pounding in my skull
    asking me why I am not humiliated
    asking me why you are not humiliated

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    • eatmorewords

      One Christmas I was ankle deep in wrapping paper
      crunching under tiny feet
      a machine in a box
      with no batteries but connected to the mains
      I WAS PLUGGED IN

      – we woke the next day & behaved like werewolves

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  70. multiplemichael

    had to pay a sentimental tax
    on some homosexual fantasies
    got confused about the underwater underwear
    big nut sacs floating in the warm fluid
    genital jellyfish scrotums
    ebbs and flows
    lubricant today and tomorrow
    old birds bent over wanting full aggravation
    to hell with unsanitary sex
    to hell with the brown blockade
    wearing the human body like a wetsuit
    Eve wanting to remodel her body
    to refashion her language
    ****Eve wanting to destroy Adam
    ****Eve wanting to tackle the Lord

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  71. multiplemichael

    nobody watches movies
    now that policemen wear cameras
    filming themselves killing citizens
    the raw evening news
    who died
    and why
    officers on paid leave
    at Disney Nest with family members
    the wife knows he never wears a condom
    she knows that she has the WHORE disease
    tested positive on three tests

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    • eatmorewords

      reality fly on the wall movies
      cops shooting black kids
      kids filming bullying beatings
      you sometimes can’t catch what they are saying

      – the gun cop
      with itchy fingers
      sodomized at the academy
      sleeps wrapped in the flag

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  72. multiplemichael

    everybody loves Peyote
    the two halves split apart
    the latrine parts fall off
    or slam shut never to open
    ————-Sweet Jesus
    ideally prays away the physical body
    the world is one free of language

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  73. multiplemichael

    (+) a great white whale in Times Square
    it exploded
    Chinese people took some
    the rest was given to the zoo
    didn’t make the evening news
    there was some hipster dialogue
    “the creature was free of hate”
    ****the death of the whale was an assault on all mankind
    ****total disrespect for Creation
    ****obscenity beyond naked humans

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  74. multiplemichael

    couldn’t stop crying about the Leviathan
    inhaled some poppy inhaled some more
    I knew Jesus would be upset
    bold and fearless connections
    Leviathan and his family
    guarded the Ark
    on its journey
    LEVIATHAN WAS NOT A SPECTATOR
    LEVIATHAN WAS A PARTICIPANT
    ****in a weird way, Leviathan was daddy

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    • eatmorewords

      she took me down into the catacombs
      under Leviathan
      rows of skulls
      and piles of bones
      where propel never reached their destination
      at the fork in the road
      sign posts to Leviathan

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  75. multiplemichael

    in Greece with credit cards galore
    ——————credit cards that switch
    on the light bulb over the character
    known as Daddy
    combative in the restaurant
    “no more salty fish”
    fat noodles with toe-jam cheese
    spuds with slaw and lima beans
    ‘just scrape it over to the side
    and eat the meat”

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    • eatmorewords

      I have friend who is currently in Florida
      – he has put on three stone
      – he keeps having visions of Mickey Mouse
      – he got lost in a mall
      – had a heart attack at the Epcot centre
      – people approached him to hear his accent
      – his daughter wants to be an astronaut

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      • multiplemichael

        the Hotel Waterloo
        where many battles were won and lost
        the honeymoon suite known as a tourist attraction
        a nest of unreality heightened by the price of commitment
        “tomorrows full of song” sadly the frenzy returned to masturbation

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      • eatmorewords

        little soldier boy
        new suit with gold trim
        a thousand boots marching on the road to hell
        past hotels you’ve never frequented
        — a framed picture JAMES STEWART stayed here

        – calloused hands
        and you know why

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    • multiplemichael

      reality hidden behind poetic jargon
      men in bed ….ridiculous in magazine briefs
      “who goes first ?”
      the sight of where he was to journey
      tiny pieces of tissue
      and brown icing
      ——————————sodomy, a painful riddle
      the gentleman at the lobby desk
      said, “next time turn out the light”

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  76. multiplemichael

    sorry to say that Greece
    has been thoroughly surveyed
    ——————-
    admirers of madness
    those begging the Lord
    for more prurient literature
    must measure and declare
    oral or anal
    (+) trying to raise snakes in Switzerland

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    • eatmorewords

      Victorian opium addicts retreated to Greece for convalescence
      it seemed like going back in time
      – woman with dust in the creases of their face
      Aristotle’s shadow spread over the mountains

      there are no lions there

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      • multiplemichael

        lethargic indifference
        wanting to leave the room
        to discover a woman ripe and ready
        to be restored to life with aggravated sex
        not tolerated horseplay….nothing honest or proper

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      • eatmorewords

        lethargic indifference
        the malaise of this century
        lethargic indifference
        a comatose walk
        lethargic indifference
        built proof shield
        lethargic indifference
        rough toilet paper that cuts
        lethargic indifference

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      • multiplemichael

        rough toilet paper
        a spider dangling
        rescued from debt
        (+) somewhere toss in the jewels:
        bitten by the same mosquito for years
        bitten by the same mosquito since the second grade

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      • multiplemichael

        the gentleman at the hotel lobby
        returned the soiled undergarments
        to the lady in Room # 303
        he was afraid the items of affection
        would weaken the emotional veracity
        of his hard labored poetry
        (+) confessional poetry open to developments
        she said that she liked it
        somewhat out of the ordinary
        after all those years in the military
        all he could think of was sodomy

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    • eatmorewords

      the hotel lobby:
      midnight refuge for waifs and strays
      you see the ripped carpet?
      a vending machine with a flickering light?
      a framed picture of something in-American.

      no famous names in the register

      you can hear bugs rattling

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      • multiplemichael

        during the war
        the Hotel lobby
        was a blackmarket restaurant
        they served local meat and crackers
        the cigarette girl had tobacco and papers
        she was corroded and crippled but good in bed
        your good looks and athlete’s stride made her saccharin sweet

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      • eatmorewords

        the duplicity of the lobby
        speakeasy
        home brewed liquor to numb the pain
        cheap meats and no questions asked
        human hair found in the soup
        but no questions asked
        good looks were debatable
        in the land of the blind etc etc

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      • multiplemichael

        STRANGE PRACTICES ON THE LOADING DOCKS
        ( reminiscent of the Soviets spying )
        angels from Heaven gathering evidence
        ambiguous information
        God is interested in more than bones,
        hair, and feathers

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      • eatmorewords

        at the loading bay they tried to sneak things onto the Ark –
        – things that weren’t on the manifest
        – someone would be waiting at the end of the line to take stock
        the devil is in the details
        the numbers needed to add up
        God loved maths
        the only real truth

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      • multiplemichael

        your unpublished book was donated
        for the construction
        of the border wall
        between the United States and Mexico
        I saw a photograph of it
        it was surrounded by cookbooks
        and an autobiography of Malcolm X
        the contrast between the colors
        yes, that’s what I recall
        the contrast between the colors

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      • eatmorewords

        a wall of books erected page by page – the bible section
        the Hardy Boy avenue
        the Bell Jar walkway
        biographies of people you’ve never heard of
        a thousand pictures of Malcom X looking at you

        cookbooks with curry fingerprints

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      • multiplemichael

        mechanized, depersonalized meat management
        nuisances…poets taking Polaroids of meat arriving
        rumors of homosexual meat
        Day-Glo meat
        (+) veils of secrecy
        (+) romantic dreams of warming meat the natural way

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      • eatmorewords

        mechanised meat
        two tablets to be taken every four hours
        failure to do so may result in side effects including
        but not exclusive :
        the shakes
        memory loss
        clairvoyances

        over sensitive meat could be seen crying in darkened corners

        weaponised meat air dropped behind invisible lines

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      • multiplemichael

        sitting at a café in Greece
        the boys asked you why
        the lettuce was so slick
        ———————-poetry about postwar vegetables
        about bombs falling in London at night
        how employing modern art
        as a scare tactic
        did not work

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      • eatmorewords

        the bombs did fall and the kids played in the aftermath of puddles and bricks
        shoes with no laces
        no lettuce seen for 4years
        fake meat served between fake bread
        you couldn’t grow fat in them days but you could get angry

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    • multiplemichael

      finding himself sodomized in a Robert Frost poem
      Leonard Cohen dropped all the crap about “going clear”
      faded flowers and ancient fallen leaves in a visual salad
      thank God for aphrodisiac ointment
      when she asked why the lettuce was so slick
      he replied, “It’s from Canada”

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    • multiplemichael

      anyone who can place Timothy Leary
      naked from the waist down
      in a poem
      well, send them to the kitsch factory
      and tell them to screw with weak minds
      innocent saps who consume narcotics
      and peyote stereotypes

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      • eatmorewords

        she always got Leary confused with Ken Kesey – all those old white men look the same she said

        – she thought Timothy Leary was in Back to the Future
        she thought she saw him ride a skateboard

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      • multiplemichael

        possibly a second circumcision ?
        (+) write curious anecdotes about foreskins
        every circumcision not performed in Father’s name
        will be rooted up…. clearing the field for battle
        **** in the military, men often stood around naked
        so everything was apparent

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      • eatmorewords

        reversed circumcision
        chicken skin wrapped around the end and stapled in

        give it time the doctor said
        it’ll grow on you he said

        (. something smelt fowl in the hospital ward. )

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    • multiplemichael

      twisted phony emotions
      confident that his penis was a howitzer
      he lubricated it with 3-in-1 oil
      pinching the excess foreskin playfully
      unchaperoned—he would have masturbated
      possibly writing his name with the semen
      ****the old Devil books highlight giving your sins a signature

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    • eatmorewords

      the hotel lobby
      hasn’t been cleaned since 1976
      – that old man in the chair hasn’t moved since 1985
      bell boys check out the hookers in the bar
      – – – at reception you can ask for extras

      – upstairs: hollow corridors

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      • multiplemichael

        I was shocked by the tombstones in the lobby
        ——————————————————
        looking at hookers with a connoisseur’s eye
        sordidness in a tight package
        impeccable credentials

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      • eatmorewords

        tombstone mattresses for the cheap hookers
        gravity their enemy
        all things went SOUTH
        prior to the transactions customer 76 asked to see her resume
        he wanted references

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  77. multiplemichael

    the first time one walks into the gift shop
    one notices that everything
    has “souvenir” written on it
    questionable price tags
    from alligator hide bible covers
    to sandals made from car tires
    **** no postcards of small donkeys available

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    • eatmorewords

      souvenir sit on shelves
      gathering dust – you forget the exchange rate
      you have no recollection of buying it…it looks tacky
      cheap kitsch
      a pink flamingo on the lawn of your mind

      donkeys at the seaside
      kids on their back with candy floss teeth

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      • multiplemichael

        you walk into a gift shop
        the first item you see
        is a book of poetry
        written by a narrator
        who never finishes his lines
        leaves you hanging in mid-air
        subject matter so intense
        it cannot be expressed in simple terms
        it cannot be limited to a beginning or an end
        (+) confessions that words circle around

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      • multiplemichael

        ———————-OMG, THE MOVIE OF YOUR LIFE———————-
        naughty, naughty Johnny Boy
        cock-sure like James Bond
        someone says, “ACTION”
        and it is fornication
        in less than two minutes
        the audience will feel
        even more empty and hollow
        sex is almost non-existent
        in their daily routines
        they witness it on television
        actors free from marriage
        actors free to do as they please
        (+) Johnny realized that he had deeper desires

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      • eatmorewords

        the movie of your life was factual blurred fiction sexy nonsense one hour thirty three minutes of escapism
        shoot outs and slow motion car chases the audience connected by the mundane nature of it
        —art as reflection
        – –

        the man in seat 47 left and smashed a mirror
        he was to embarrassed to ask for a refund

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      • multiplemichael

        Dark Town photographs were often out of focus
        transparent citizens walked around in unwashed clothes
        thoughts all over the place—no educated mental control
        speechless with a cheap watch on each wrist
        push and pull—otherwise non-descriptive

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      • eatmorewords

        for all Darktown photography
        you needed permission from all the citizens to have their identity capture on film
        –many refused
        – outstanding warrants
        bodies in suits but it all seemed empty
        a suit hanging on a ghost
        two watches but neither told the time
        my God, what can we do with these people?

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      • multiplemichael

        LISTEN, BABY BIRD
        when we filmed the movie of your life
        we hired “memoirists”
        they lust to tell it all
        they demand to tell it all
        not just personal experiences
        but the whole expanding ball of wax
        day-to-day sensations that have a voice
        reality beyond the confines of narrative
        reality beyond the confines of ape narrative

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      • eatmorewords

        the film of my life will just be a cartoon of people stepping on gardening rakes
        and them hitting them in the head
        – on a loop
        – on a loop for 6hrs
        – art house stuff not ear wax nonsense

        when you enter the cinema your’ll be handed a scratch and sniff pad –
        the aroma of my life
        reality in the smell

        a film critic said it moved him to tears
        like catching his foreskin in his zipper

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      • multiplemichael

        something fell out of a relaxed womb
        it was the start of an odd day
        on the path to the hospital
        one must pass the local prison
        to be free to walk past corruption
        that’s a moment wearing the Crown

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      • multiplemichael

        so what was I to think about ?
        souvenirs from the lower grades
        heartless conformity
        yes, heartless conformity
        ————————————-the poet busy writing
        rapid notation of thoughts
        conversational poetry : spontaneous improvisation
        I warned you about mechanical measure in your poetry

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      • eatmorewords

        the only souvenir from school is an injection scar

        I don’t know what to think about poetry
        at the moment
        I just put one word in front of the other
        just like walking
        sometimes it’s just robotic
        sometimes it’s loose and I stretch my gait

        procrastination through masturbation was my high school motto

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      • multiplemichael

        quick——name a signature genre of Dark Town
        —————————————————
        poets excited by first-person voice
        gays in the bathroom on the interstate
        friendly gestures from a choir of sodomites
        hankering for the voices of passionate males

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      • eatmorewords

        signature genres: heroin scat
        homosexuals with their secret codes
        I once had to run for my life due to how I tied my scarf
        –miscommunications in a world of secrets

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    • multiplemichael

      scantily clad women in a circle around Robert Frost
      more or less isolated—busy trying to interpret his message
      an audience of readers—dark competing forces
      hybrid genres of poetry
      a library of details
      no blunders
      ****sequencing detectives to build momentum

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  78. multiplemichael

    exhibitionistic performances at a price

    the source of life forks at an obscene junction
    the basin of sin with slick mucus
    chance happenings
    pander to romance
    misunderstandings
    (+) asking for as much as possible
    (+) yielding as little as possible
    swallowing oxygen
    her entire harmonica
    in your mouth

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    • eatmorewords

      there are people who will do anything in front of a camera –
      – SEND NUDES –
      – SEND NUDE –
      – BEND LUBES-
      – a cavalcade of images
      flesh hair fuzzy backgrounds

      image 42: no comment
      image 64a: to dark
      image 134-150: delete delete delete

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      • multiplemichael

        people who will do anything in front of a camera
        possibly brainwashed—expected to show interested sympathy
        sexualized words that stick in your mind
        bend over and sexualized words
        will slide up your behind
        OLDER POETRY

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      • eatmorewords

        brainwashed pornography
        everyone involved
        in some way or another
        under influences strong then them
        just people slamming meat into each other with a Vietnam soldier stare

        1654679 views

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      • multiplemichael

        drive through a cornfield and all you see is corn
        drive through a porno film and it is flesh and hair
        ——————
        the secret of sodomy:
        communicate the soul of sodomy
        not some silly opinion about sodomy
        ****remain silent about angels

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      • eatmorewords

        drive through a porno stage skidding on lube
        soiled underwear stacked in corners sweaty men
        greasy woman
        hangers on in Guns N Roses tshirts

        – dry throat thirst –

        – there is no secret to sodomy
        patience
        and perseverance

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    • multiplemichael

      her entire harmonica in your mouth
      ears to the door
      waiting for the sound
      would it be sweet music ?
      on the honeymoon night
      are you really a scientist in his laboratory ?
      on top of lumpy pillows searching for the friction
      “My God, I’ve signed away my soul for no reward”

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      • eatmorewords

        harmonica lady squeaked when she ran
        – at night she snored the blues
        – I hated sleeping next to her
        my foot tapped constantly
        — at night I’d squeeze her nose till her cheeks went red

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    • multiplemichael

      sensation after sensation
      until the adhesiveness of sex
      registers no more
      ———–cups of coffee and reduction after reduction
      you didn’t get off at her stop
      you were afraid someone was watching

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  79. multiplemichael

    they sell these small terra-cotta heads
    that one can spread seeds
    on and grow green hair
    some people collect things
    they’ve stolen from the wing
    try to go straight
    sleep in straitjacket underpants
    some morphine
    and the snake fear
    fades away
    some more morphine
    and the snake grows in size
    inching its way closer to your heart

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    • multiplemichael

      what a catastrophe
      the maiming of the serpent
      bleeding at the stem
      man done cut his snake
      such an act is impossible to understand
      scientists run around in circles
      no matter how tragic
      the secret never breaks its bounds

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    • multiplemichael

      ————————bare-legged cemetery sisters
      grave prostitutes were proud of their wares
      honeymoon fornication at a price
      nothing counterfeit
      dynamic vagina
      straight from
      the Old Testament
      ****even after death, the love swindle intensifies

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      • eatmorewords

        my Victorian relative got turned on by a well varnished table leg
        – uncontrollable urges at dinner time
        – no need for thought nor flesh
        – smooth mahogany
        (no one would invite him around for food)

        he could be found whittling in his shed most nights

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    • multiplemichael

      surprised that you didn’t stop me
      at the mention of morphine
      mental gratification
      physical gratification
      reducing oneself to a puddle
      no longer afraid of rupture
      ****the family album is full of dust

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      • eatmorewords

        addicted to derivatives of heroin at least three times
        – that lazy gait and half closed eyes
        mental gratification came in small waves and yes
        I was afraid of rupture
        I was afraid of seepage
        I carried duct tape, glue and a gun JUST IN CASE

        you need to understand
        I’m an ex-scout
        I’m always prepared

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  80. multiplemichael

    the snake got closer and closer
    to my heart
    I woke up father
    and I said
    “daddy, daddy, it’s the serpent
    going to my heart”
    he brushed me aside
    having failed in his march
    through the quarry
    the caves that got explored
    the caves that did not

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    • eatmorewords

      nighttime tremors that the snake
      is approaching on his stomach
      low
      slithering
      it’s the darting tongue that scares you the most
      – in and out
      – in and out

      ride the snake
      to the lake
      where they threw in gold to appease a God

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      • multiplemichael

        a beautiful skeleton
        complete with teeth and a smile
        concealed in loneliness
        the mystery of life long gone
        ——————–
        father starting the act out of duty
        but somewhere along the introduction
        he was mastered by the flesh

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    • eatmorewords

      cat scans outlines the doctors said
      radium was present in the x-ray residue
      my bones glowed from the inside
      my body was warm
      light bulbs flickered with static
      help up against the window for a better view

      at night the patient got up and spewed

      the shape of his skull had changed
      it stung when he pissed

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  81. multiplemichael

    what seems like a hundred years later
    I go to the coffee counter girl
    and get my two scoops of meth
    stupidity on my part
    grim warnings
    little boys and girls
    don’t do as I have done
    ——————-
    turn off the lights and I glow
    terminal

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      • multiplemichael

        ———INTERPRETIVE CONTROVERSY———
        another nasty note from Jacob Needleman
        religious historians must have excess free time
        ———“playfully gruesome”———
        he stated that my words were decorative scribbles
        from the likes of funeral parlor wallpaper

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      • eatmorewords

        decorative scribbles in margins
        boredom time hieroglyphics
        50 men in lecturer theatres couldn’t decipher the meaning of a fish drawn in a bottle

        old time religion hijackng new words

        the hand signals of the gangsters in the corner
        – secret codes like a handkerchief hanging out of your right pocket at the gay bar

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  82. multiplemichael

    the cancer has grown to the surface
    rubber gloves to touch me
    green goo in the bed pan
    people beg me
    to walk away from the narcotics
    the pain being very mathematical
    a handful of these
    a handful of those
    I like the time-space pills
    I like the two scoops of meth
    I ask the coffee counter girl
    about her sources
    she says, “they are bad men”
    I know they wear leather
    and ride giant motorcycles
    I entertain daydreams
    that they will kill me

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      • multiplemichael

        of course, pills for dissociated images
        and thoughts
        dubbed-in excerpts from grade school
        NEVER rhyme, rhythm, or alliteration
        life supplies a busload of professional jingle writers
        broke down in front of the house
        it just wasn’t the Beatles, Baby Bird

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      • eatmorewords

        never rhyme the teacher taught me
        it forces the lines
        and it’s not real
        YOU DONT TALK IN RHYME
        if you want rhyme
        I can hire them in
        I want the words to be real
        poetry as a reflection

        not words used to sell cars
        or fast food talked over soft rock jingles

        did the Beatles rhyme?

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    • multiplemichael

      suicide by pop art
      ——————–
      hallucinogenic toad urine
      thank God I passed
      a surprise piss test
      befuddled nurses going Jabberwocky on my arm
      blood so thick they had to use a larger needle
      “I was walking a precarious line”
      hell, I was thinking about the guys
      back at the pool hall
      having squeezed piss
      from a rainforest frog
      and then licked it
      ****straight from the source

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      • eatmorewords

        piss so thick it looked like custard
        the hole needed widening

        – – to pass the piss test
        he stole his sons urine —

        the made an incision

        the slow flow
        of curdled milk

        holding it in
        the urinal shame
        it always looked smaller in company

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      • multiplemichael

        straight from the source
        George Harrison
        all things must pass
        the isolation from the Beatles
        looking up at the sky
        the sweetness of being welcomed
        welcome among those who echoed his own feelings
        —————————
        —————————
        bombed-out people
        hairdressers
        partygoers
        jism flavored with pistachios
        reinforced rear doors
        (+) the male vulva, the male vagina

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      • eatmorewords

        George is my fathers name
        (name all the George’s…)
        (my sweet lord)
        the fourth point of a square
        one side of a cube

        (some of the mikes:
        Moore
        Nesmith
        McDonald
        Myers)

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  83. multiplemichael

    I try to watch documented portrayals of life
    but they are all lies
    (+) brutally exaggerated reality: zombies eating brains
    (+) mysteriously darkened incest
    driving through Kentucky
    uneducated children standing beside the highway
    enjoying the breeze from passing cars
    when I feel the urge to cry
    I think about the helplessness of poverty

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    • eatmorewords

      small children in oversized Iron Maiden tour shirts
      follow coaches and try and sell tourists trinkets
      art from discard beer cans
      cheap plastic necklaces
      the side of the road littered with dead babies thrown from abortion wagons
      ITS ALL OFF THE BEATEN TRACK
      behind the jazz club
      in 2am car parks
      in Kentucky pool halls
      in a K hole
      the jail cells in darktown

      – the highway as blood lines that
      intersect

      – you can feel bad juju in the air –

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      • multiplemichael

        on the downbeat
        she snapped her fingers
        piano cords (a swelling in volume)
        whole notes from a bass
        piercing cries
        a drunk guy at the bar
        kept repeating that Yoko was Polynesian
        that she was both the greeting and the farewell

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      • eatmorewords

        I carried a bass
        I was a Paul McCartney impersonator in my early 20s
        – I didn’t look like
        him but I had the sideburns and the thumbs –
        I got paid little
        drunk guys told me they preferred John
        Yoko impersonators ignored me

        i am tone deaf

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    • multiplemichael

      run around like a fool
      crying for the poor
      —————————lunatics and maniacs
      poets in a circle, ridiculous men
      capable of becoming almost anything
      instinctive writing for more life to come
      ****make a wish and blow out the candle
      ****mystery character, yourself from the grave
      ****you are with yourself, it is okay to be naked

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    • multiplemichael

      you were shocked to discover that you were made up
      of so many words—names and names and even fancy names
      we suffer our little agonies
      handsome in youth
      lonely in the later years
      relatives become outlines in a coloring book
      humble colors—Robert Frost and his humble crayons
      I refused to share his focus in earlier times
      Robert Frost—the cabin boy on a pirate ship
      I will refuse to share his focus tomorrow over coffee

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  84. multiplemichael

    a truckload of dialogue
    at the wedding
    alienation from the previous
    more auditory than visual
    suitcases in the skull
    you threw them away
    but they returned
    none the better
    —————————–all those requests for assistance
    —————————–barriers and boarded up windows
    —————————–forgotten in a merciless romance
    —————————–I cannot lie, suitcases in the skull
    (+) you threw us away
    (+) you replaced us

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    • eatmorewords

      on the wedding night I had
      to tell her I wasn’t a machine
      – I needed rest
      – I wasn’t a youngster

      – the old man on the bus with thin skin
      head looked exactly like a skull
      no meat but bones

      suitcase stashes

      stored secretly

      lost GPRS co-ordinates would reveal the location

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      • multiplemichael

        YES, on the honeymoon night
        surprised at the number of cabbages
        and potatoes packed in her luggage
        there were no mosquitos
        but thousands of hungry gnats
        what luck—gnat bitten on the marital organ
        she said that they were fruit flies
        but they were gnats with teeth

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  85. multiplemichael

    when guests signed themselves in
    they underlined their names
    with degrees of independence
    masters of their situations
    (+) not a single gram of truth
    no one was willing to sacrifice
    with demons swallowing all the oxygen
    performance reality in a catastrophic environment

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    • eatmorewords

      their names weren’t real
      ghost writers pseudonyms
      falsified history

      for 30years I called him Richard but his real name was John

      confusion at the registrars office
      names anchored with expectation
      no one expects a Cletus to be a brain surgeon

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  86. multiplemichael

    romance being a victim of slow death
    cattle bones and chalk-white flesh
    maximum assistance
    with the reminiscences
    the tender tongue gone
    having talked itself
    free of a male dilemma
    the tender tongue gone
    having set up a new nest
    sincerity the daughter
    at best, a photograph

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  87. multiplemichael

    you talk about the desire to experiment
    you wave that exploitation card
    thoughts translated
    materialized into symbols
    the librarian calls your words
    GHOSTS
    hidden from loved ones
    hidden from your very self
    (+) ghosts once under the weight of the Plymouth Rock

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  88. multiplemichael

    a thousand knife stabs and Jesus advises you not to worry
    death of the physical body means nothing
    one second after death
    Jesus advises you to start being nervous
    your soul may be dragged to the chopping block
    he who reigns in death
    may be ready with his axe swing of membership

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    • multiplemichael

      Pharaoh in a basement snapping his fingers
      singing with Bob Dylan,
      “his axe swing of membership”
      filled with purpose
      a few willing
      a few more unwilling
      hearing is simple
      but tell us what you understand
      vision is simple
      but tell us what you understand
      reality running 24/7
      from the physical to the spiritual
      flooded in bright light
      —————a thief, a robber

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    • eatmorewords

      the promise that there is salvation- the delusion that there is a hereafter
      a place where your spirit can soar
      – reborn as a bored receptionist at a Motel
      a time when the glue that bonded
      weakens
      –new membership cards issued for secret societies

      a thousand pin pricks just to let the light in

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      • multiplemichael

        nominate you for the Easter Island Blogger Award
        answer a bunch of stupid questions
        you nominate another batch
        blog cancer
        ****impertinent to insinuate one more human
        schizophrenics professing submission to COPYRIGHT
        the new membership cards—what can I say ?

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      • eatmorewords

        copy this status and share with 50 friends – death awaits those who don’t –
        please answer these 25 questions on your health and mental wellbeing
        share this NOW to receive gusts from god

        (do you remember chain letters?
        pen pals?)

        the coffee girl was human
        all to human

        (lipstick smudges on the rim)

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      • multiplemichael

        Jesus showed me a photo of his automobile
        it looked like a regular car
        with a eating disorder
        he said that it
        was free of gravitational pull
        I thought
        Jesus, you are white-bread

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      • eatmorewords

        Jesus car ran on spiritual fuel
        – he moved to suburbia and asked his neighbours to call him MIKE – he parked the car in his garage and just sat behind the steering wheel
        looking ahead
        looking through the windscreen
        looking through the wall
        looking forward forever

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      • multiplemichael

        my first question:
        why is there a Japanese bookstore
        in our neighborhood ?
        I am the only American in traffic
        ———-I have no phone cards for Peru
        your friends go to a figure skating clinic
        my friends smell like a sandal shop
        ninety percent of America died in the past
        I find myself walking around at night
        with a flashlight
        looking
        for what is lost

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      • eatmorewords

        Japanese bookstore selling American books imported from Taiwan – torches free when you buy 3 books
        – sandal wood in the sandal shop –
        90% of Americans couldn’t point to America on a map
        even if you shine a torch on it they point to Brazil

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    • eatmorewords

      the perfect highway is one that never ends
      that moves under you like an escalator
      flanked by telegraph poles
      Motels
      gas stations

      – there was confusion over destination and beginning

      start and end

      starting point
      there

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  89. multiplemichael

    in Greece one does not say,
    “that gets my goat”
    ——————–
    tunnel of love appreciation
    humane intercourse
    alcohol, bromide and chloral
    ——————–
    impossible to forget the thoughts
    lovemaking since preparatory school
    living alone in a polite colony
    ——————–
    the librarian said that I was an odd book

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  90. multiplemichael

    ——————REAL LIFE————-
    the new bride is tuned into the sounds of her hair growing
    the new groom is thinking how a Teddyboy
    would turn out if he was born in a small town
    in Kentucky
    ****would he carry a chain or a whip ?

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  91. multiplemichael

    ONE MINUTE SHE WAS IN BED
    experiencing fathomless sex
    the next minute
    she found herself outside
    digging in the dirt for spuds
    she saw Robert Frost
    take a pee behind
    a tree with colored leaves
    it was early in the morning
    and he was untrammeled
    there was still a part in his hair
    she talked herself out of killing him
    she thought she might just bring him up to date
    educate him with her potato shovel

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  92. multiplemichael

    she was praying that there was color film
    in the cameras because she wanted them to capture
    the bright red liquid leaking from the crack in his head
    oh…..don’t concern yourself
    death is kept in a separate envelope
    an envelope safe from her spud hoe
    —————
    —————
    —————
    he was looking pained in his city suit
    Robert Frost bleeding like a stuffed pig
    the rat bastard deserved worse

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  93. multiplemichael

    ————OH NO DADDY, THERE WILL BE NO DIVORCE————

    the book-of-the-month send me the newest nothing
    Memoirs of a Sex Life: Deliciously Innocent Red-Hot Sex
    no infectious diseases—a small amount of discomfort
    no crocodiles or large lizards or Robert Frost devotees
    I thought I was safe—a sex life clean and honest
    no need to contemplate physical functions
    years of acts and thoughts—a compromise of harmony
    ——————————(+)—————————–
    finding it difficult to be honest about the wearying repetition
    not a single obscene word in our vocabulary
    swindled to the point of rubbing one off
    no real sex just counterfeit sex
    sleeping in a bubble of rage

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    • eatmorewords

      oh no no divorce sir,
      mummy and daddy tied up in knots
      just a slow grind to the end
      geological methods of erosion –
      raindrops will destroy stone
      overtime over
      time overtime we climbed the mountain of the dead —
      — joyful teenage boasts of sexual conquests were all lies —
      there was no contact
      no physical evidence
      life in a sterile bubble

      bouncing through darktown like it was the first day of summer

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