The Low Down

Writing.

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152 comments

  1. multiplemichael

    WHAT ABOUT CHRISTMAS ???????????????????????????
    DID YOU GET A NEW GEIGER COUNTER
    WERE YOU FEVERISH
    DID YOU REHINGE THAT DOOR
    WHAT ABOUT THAT SKUNK
    WAS THE ENDING SATISFYING
    DID YOU SELL THOSE GUNFIRE WORDS
    DID YOU SAY NO A THOUSAND TIMES
    etc.

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    • eatmorewords

      Christmas is a u-boat of suffocation
      no doors were re-hung but a picture of a power station was framed,
      a 3 hr struggle with precision and symmetry, a battle of straight lines
      and equilibrium.
      God is a spirit level.

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      • multiplemichael

        suspecting even fellow poets of betrayal
        restoration smoke and restoration chemicals
        strangled by romance
        —————————–financial burdens
        mocking growls from the wife
        each meal pitch-black
        thrown to the curb
        her appraisal
        (smutty schoolboy fiction)

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      • multiplemichael

        YOUR GYM LOCKER DOOR
        COVERED WITH MAGAZINE PHOTOS
        OF BEAUTY PAGEANT EROTICA
        HUGE MOUNDS OF FEMALE FLESH
        IMAGES THAT HINTED AT THE POET
        YOU WOULD BECOME
        YOU WOULD NURSE YOUR POETRY
        WITH SEXUAL RECREATION
        NOTHING WRONG WITH BEING LOVED
        BUSINESS WAS BUSINESS

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    • multiplemichael

      WHAT ABOUT CHRISTMAS ?
      WERE THEY ABLE TO REMOVE THAT GEIGER COUNTER ?
      LESS INVASIVE MORE INTUITIVE
      THE ART OF SELF-DEPRECATION
      VIDEO OF YOU TRYING TO REHINGE THAT DOOR
      OVERSTUFFED GOODYEAR UNDERWEAR
      WORK-LIFE BALACE ISSUES
      SASHES AND SWIMSUITS
      MAGAZINES OF BEAUTY PAGEANT EROTICA
      LIFE IS MORE COMPLICATED THAN JUST A NUMBERS GAME
      A THOUSAND POUNDS OF PUSH PINS ARE NOT ENOUGH
      DARK CORNERS FULL OF HOUSEWIFE FANTASIES
      JOHNNY BOY WASHING THE CUTLERY—94% CLEAN
      TOMFOOLERY WITH FORKS AND SPOONS
      SASSINESS AND NASTINESS AND GLAMMED-UP PORTRAYALS
      I ASKED YOU TO SAY NO BUT YOU SAID YES

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    • multiplemichael

      ALL THESE WORDS TO PREVENT A SINGLE THOUGHT
      SUPPRESSING—ALLUSIVE COMPLEXITY
      EXPRESSIVE VOLTAGE
      I KNEW SHE HAD BEEN WEARING MY UNDERWEAR
      AFTER MULTIPLE WASHINGS
      THEY WERE NO LONGER WHITE
      WITH ALL THE PAIN OF SELF-DISCOVERY
      CAN YOU TURN A CORNER ?
      CAN YOU THROW AWAY THE SCRAPS OF HER ?
      REMEMBER THE SMELL OF HER LOBSTER ?
      UNDER THE DARK CANOPY—SILENCE IS A PROTAGONIST
      YOU WERE RAISED IN THE SHADE
      EACH MORNING TO THE JOUNCE OF A RISING CURTAIN
      YOUR YOUNG SEXY HAIR
      STRANDS OF SEX HAIRS INTERTWINE
      THE PATTERNS ON THE WALL
      CURVING DEPTHS
      ROUGH PEOPLE MOVED ABOUT
      YOU WERE VERTICAL
      AND READY TO GO
      *a secret pipe-smoker

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  2. multiplemichael

    I HAVE BEEN WORKING WITH THE “GENESIS” PROJECT TEAM
    HELPING TRACE HUMANITY BACK TO THE GARDEN OF EDEN
    IF ONE GOES FAR ENOUGH
    ONE FINDS ONESELF
    AT THE CELLAR DOOR
    BETWEEN EVE’S THIGHS
    JOHNNY BOY TRUMPS SUCH LEARNING
    NO GOD, JESUS, BIBLE FOR HIM
    HE TALKS ABOUT APES
    AND GILLS ON BABIES
    WHERE DID HE BUY HIS SMARTPHONE ?
    ANYWAY, JOHNNY BOY AND I PURCHASED POETRY MACHINES
    HE ORDERED HIS ON eBAY AND I BOUGHT MINE FROM A PIRATE
    IT STILL HAD BLOOD ON IT—NOT JOKING !!!
    WE’VE HAD A TRUCKLOAD OF FUN WITH PRODUCING WORDS
    CHARLIE ZERO HAS BEEN JEALOUS AS HELL
    HE SEEMS STUCK IN THE QUICKSAND OF FLARF
    I PRAY FOR HIM (and kiss his girlfriend every chance I get)

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    • eatmorewords

      the genesis project found me looking for signs of creation in everything I saw – deep within cereal packets, in the back of drawers, in the mechanisms of a 1000 flowers –
      paper trails wont lead back to Eden –
      Eden is an imaginary place,
      just as imaginary as a jabberwocky
      – ancient ribs buried in stone
      – images on my smartphone
      – the project wanted things that couldn’t be found – their hypothesis was skewed based
      in belief not facts –

      nothing tangible to work with
      nonsense nonsense nonsense and myth

      only the facts will do for Johnny Boy

      – third person perspective –
      – he controls the detectives, blood samples in the fridge,
      the science of words,
      the science of things

      multiple Micheal driving his car down straight tracks on tarmac
      window down

      the trunk filled with defaced bibles missing vowels names scratched or changed

      pirate eBay sells the good stuff

      buckets of flarf in a meaningless world

      peas in a pod
      Lennon & McCartney
      Jagger & Richards
      the high priest of dark town

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  3. multiplemichael

    I HAD TO STOP DRIVING THE AUTOMOBILE
    BECAUSE EVERYTHING BECAME ITALICIZED
    THE DOCTORS BLAMED THE SMOKE
    “THE TRODDEN PATH WAS THE WRONG CHOICE”
    I WAS TO RECOGNIZE THE SIGNPOSTS
    AND OBEY THE LETTER OF THE LAW
    ————-SURE-FOOTED REFUSAL————-
    BAMBOOZLED BY A MONEY-DRIVEN
    DOCTOR WHO COULD HARDLY SPEAK ENGLISH
    I DO NOT THINK SO
    HE WAS DISTURBED WHEN I TOLD HIM
    THAT HIS HEART WAS A PISS-BAG
    OF SATAN
    *what do I care….I’m 300 yrs old and ready to pass

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    • multiplemichael

      SO MUCH OF WHAT I WAS MAINTAINING
      ————WAS INCORRECT
      HOW WAS I TO KNOW THAT “REALITY”
      IS COMPOSED OF SHARED PERCEPTIONS
      AND NOT JUST MY UNIQUE EXPERIENCE ?
      I LIVE IN A SCHIZOPHRENIC HOUSE
      IN A SCHIZOPHRENIC CITY
      I WALLOW IN CRAZINESS
      I ENJOY THE IMAGINATIVE
      AND LIVELY ASPECTS OF IT
      I COLOR IT WITH CRAYONS
      I GO ON THE INTERNET
      AND SHARE WITH OTHER DEVIANTS
      SHARED MEANINGS
      AND CONVERSATIONAL POETRY
      *vote yes to pharmacologic intervention

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      • multiplemichael

        POETIC PERPETRATORS OF A CHRISTIAN HOAX
        SENSITIVE TO MICK JAGGER, LET HIM LOVE
        TORMENTED BY AGE, HE IS 300 YEARS OLD
        MOVING WORDS NO LONGER LEAP FROM HIS LIPS
        HOW MUCH TERSER HIS ROMANTIC HIPS ?
        JUST A SKULL AND BONES ON A STAGE OF CHAOS
        BY HIS BOOTSTRAP, HIS WONDERFUL SADDLEHORN
        ——————————————————————————-
        WHAT CAN ONE SAY ABOUT POETS WHO WRITE
        “CONVERSATIONAL POETRY” ?
        CROWNS AND POUNDS AND GUINEAS ABOVE FLARF
        INNER DIALOGUE, GRAMMATICAL CURLY LIPS
        PAINLESS SUICIDE WITH A SWEDISH GIRL MAGAZINE
        QUESTIONABLE NAMELESS VICE, LUBE AND HAND
        *what a sad strata of the past

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      • eatmorewords

        in the abbatoir they hung emotionally crazed people with northern tongues – hung by their feet blood rushing to their heads – a skull full of blood and ideas –

        no water in the resoviour

        I bought all the punctuation I need at the entrance but I’ve run out and now lines run into each other like a motorway pile up of dead people
        bent metal and smashed glass

        the clammy touch on thigh

        one eye to the ground, searching, what have you lost?
        The plot
        The plot
        The plot

        swedish girl magazines have no storyline or narrative,
        just image of flesh and saunas

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      • eatmorewords

        in another life I buried a 1,064 poems in the Siberian perma frost – revolutionaries trampled over it -soviet boots carrying misdirected ideology –
        so far from the original path –

        – the need for a good moustache –

        gulag prisoners dug them up and de thawed them by rubbing them between their thighs – there was no MEAT – just frost and the remaining idea of MEAT –

        – skeleton cars lined half finished roads –
        skeletons sat in skeletal cars – deaths creeps

        I buried 1,064 poems under frozen mountains –

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      • multiplemichael

        POETRY SEEMS TO BE NO MORE THAN A SNEAK THIEF CAUGHT
        SELF-PAINTED INTO ODD AND DISCONCERTING CORNERS
        SELF-DRESSED PEASANTY, CATERED, VICTIMIZED
        EACH DETECTIVE HAS AN AGENT, SCRUTABLE AT BEST
        PERCEIVED LIKENESSES OF MOVIE STARS
        DIVORCEES WITH VISIBLE PADS
        FATHER-ABSENT CHILDREN
        ANCESTRAL HOMINIDS
        CAPABLE OF EVOKING CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
        BUSY TRYING TO MANUFACTURE DISRUPTIVE CONFLICTS
        BUSY TRYING TO DISGUISE DEEPER DISTURBING CONFLICTS
        WISH-FULFILLMENT IN ACQUISITION OF LIMITED LANGUAGE
        SUPERFICIAL AT BEST, WE PASS CODED MESSAGES
        —–“THE CLAMMY TOUCH ON THIGH”—–
        NEWLY-WEDDED BRIDEGROOM IN FINANCIAL CRISIS
        HIS ANGLO-SAXON TRUNK FULL OF DEFORMED BIBLES
        CONSTANTLY MISSING VOWELS
        DRIFTING WITHOUT A RUDDER
        TECHNOLOGY WITH ITS SIREN SONG
        HUNGRY MACHINES IN BOTH HANDS
        MIXTURES OF MOTIVES AND MOTIFS
        EPISODES OF DAILY LIFE
        MECHANISTIC ASSUMPTIONS ABOUT FEMALES

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      • eatmorewords

        in another life I buried a 1,064 poems in the Siberian perma frost – revolutionaries trampled over it -soviet boots carrying misdirected ideology –
        so far from the original path –

        – the need for a good moustache –

        gulag prisoners dug them up and de thawed them by rubbing them between their thighs – there was no MEAT – just frost and the remaining idea of MEAT –

        – skeleton cars lined half finished roads –
        skeletons sat in skeletal cars – deaths creeps

        I buried 1,064 poems under frozen mountains –

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      • multiplemichael

        THE NUMBERS ON THE ODOMETER ARE BACKWARDS
        A COMPLEX, OMINOUS RELATIONSHIP
        BOTH PSYCHOLOGICAL AND SELF-GRATIFYING
        TRUNKS FULL OF MOTEL BIBLES
        MISSING VOWELS
        CARNIVOROUS VOWELS
        MUTATIONS WITH WILD TALENTS
        DOZENS OF PLASTIC BAGGIES
        FULL OF FACELESS LETTERS
        WHITE PEOPLE TRY TO EXPLAIN
        ALL RIDDLES
        TECHNOSCIENTIFIC HOGWASH
        DARK WATCHES FROM MY BEDROOM WINDOW
        HOLDING ON TIGHT TO ANY AND ALL COMFORT
        UNPLUGGED REARS HAVE SAT ON THE CUSHION
        BUTTOCKS WITH A BURIAL GROUND PORT
        PSYCHOANALYTIC TRAJECTORY
        MOTHER DRESSED IN VOWELS

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      • multiplemichael

        bad news, Joan’s daughter is trying to sell riddles on the street
        humor that corrupts adults, naughty man-parts
        funnel-shaped holes wet with imaginative sap
        library staff reduced to tears
        why do they have to stock filth ?
        —-CONVERSATIONAL POETRY—
        a constant threat
        to the adult world’s standards
        poets with ambiguous identities
        poets noted for experimentation with virginity
        controlled substances and anal pranks

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  4. multiplemichael

    MOTHER IS USING THE MISSING VOWELS
    TO MAKE COSTUMES
    WHO WILL CHASE THE TRAIL OF ALPHABET DROPPINGS ?
    CLOTHING MADE FROM MISSING VOWELS
    MISINTERPRETATION OF CONVERSATIONAL POETRY
    ————–WHAT NEXT ?——————
    THE SPLENDOR AND MYSTICISM OF LIFE WILL VANISH
    HOMOSEXUALS WILL RAPE NASCAR DRIVERS ON TV

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    • multiplemichael

      VOLUNTEERS AT THE HOMOSEXUAL MEAT MARKET
      SHERLOCK HOLMES WITH HIS PARACHUTE FARTS
      STRATOCASTER BLASTER—POINT IT OVER THERE
      EACH PUFF, A VIGNETTE OF HISTORY
      REPURPOSING THE PAST
      WITH
      FETISHIZED RECTAL VERBS
      GRUNGY SMELLING WORDS
      THEATRICAL MOANING
      MYSTERIOUS FRICTION
      JULES VERNE PEEKING
      PACHYDERM DONG

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      • multiplemichael

        DO KENTUCKIANS CONCERN THEMSELVES
        WITH CASTRATION ANXIETY ?
        ——————-BOOTLEG LIQUOR————–
        WOMEN WHO RESEMBLE MAE WEST
        PENDULOUS CHARMS
        JUMPSUIT FLESH
        LOCAL PEOPLE CALLED THE HOT SIN :
        THE PERSIAN KITTEN
        THE ULTIMATE THRILL FOR HETEROSEXUALS
        ROUGH-AND-TUMBLE BEFORE BED
        TOUGH ON THE OUTSIDE
        INSIDE A SLICK LAYER OF WILLINGNESS
        A “FROG-STABBER” FOR THE CABARET
        POINT YOUR KNEES UP
        AND PERMIT ATTACHMENT
        POINT YOUR KNEES UP
        AND SIGNAL THE UFO

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      • multiplemichael

        DETECTIVES FOLLOW PEDIGREES BACKWARD AND FORWARD
        CLARITY PURCHASED WITH MYSTERY MONEY
        NO INTRODUCTIONS TO SOILED HANDS
        THE FAMILY TREE IS IN THE CLOSET
        TOUCHING THE CHRISTMAS TREE
        SOMEBODY WAKE UP JESUS
        AND GIVE HIM THE NEWS

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      • eatmorewords

        people who leave Christmas trees up all year round – a string of fairy lights cover the house – a melting snowman exposed his internal organs of stones and buttons –

        you can see it from space –
        the couple with separate beds – the feeling you get submerged
        in over your head
        holding on like a baby holding a tit

        There are no blueprints for this
        no schematics as to how this should fit together

        I sleep with plugs in my ears o

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      • multiplemichael

        DETECTIVES SHOULDERING THEIR WAY
        CONSTANTLY SAYING ONE THING
        AND MEANING ANOTHER
        EXPLICITLY SEXUALIZED POETRY
        WORDS NEEDING TO BE SHAKEN
        WORM-EATEN WORDS BEYOND SHAKING
        PURITANICAL WORMS…SOME WITHERING
        THOSE UNDER THE FORESKIN—FAT
        CHOKE, CHOKE, AND OVERHEAT

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      • multiplemichael

        I SLEEP WITH A SACRIFICIAL LAMB
        THE LACK OF MARRIAGE
        IS THE SEPARATION LINE
        LACKING ALL POWER
        TO EXTRICATE MYSELF
        I PRAY TO JESUS
        TO BE MY SUBSTITUTE
        TO MILK JESUS
        FROM THE BOTTOM
        TO THE TOP
        CONTRARY MOTIONS
        FANCY FLAMENCO
        KISSING COUSINS

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      • eatmorewords

        UFOs in Tupelo
        in the place where things grow
        penance for thoughts of pivotal moments – the words as bullets the mouth a gun
        – hollow & holy
        half hearted attempts to transgress
        – changing seasons but inside it’s the same – a chair facing a TV
        – a fridge whirling
        – a house settling down for sleep and dreams
        a collection of cutlery in a small museum south of Sheffield

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      • eatmorewords

        had another dream about her again nocturnal emissions
        my underlying condition
        undiagnosed and the symptoms
        the visions
        hell and other people
        populate this prison

        take your date of birth and use as grid references I’ll meet you there untold here
        we held hands as we moved from location to place to destination

        we don’t need maps
        the volunteers have deserted

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      • multiplemichael

        TALK ABOUT THE OLD DAYS DOESN’T BOTHER ME
        THE CLOTHES, MUSIC, AND THE MENTAL HEALTH JEWELRY
        YOU AND I WERE CREATIVE PEOPLE SEARCHING FOR A CREATIVE SPACE
        AND THEN “SHE” SPRANG INTO YOUR LIFE WITH HER COLLISION OF BODY PARTS
        DAY AFTER DAY AT THE LEVIATHAN FACTORY YOU WOULD TALK ENDLESSLY
        ABOUT HER DISNEY WORLD BREASTS AND HER PIPE ORGAN TUBE
        I SHOULD SAY, “HER SUCKING PIPE ORGAN TUBE”
        EVERY DAY YOU WOULD ELABORATE ON HOW SHE PURRED
        WHEN YOU CLEANED HER SPARK PLUGS
        SHE OPENED YOU UP TO FETISHES AND FASCINATIONS
        YOUR HANDMADE PERSONA WAS GONE
        YOU WERE NO LONGER HAYAO MIYAZAKI

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      • eatmorewords

        precious little was left after the fire –
        the cutlery melded –
        knifes into forks into spoons into smouldering hulk o’ metals – amorphous blobs –
        buckled conveyor belts in the skeletal shell –

        LEVIATHAN BURNED TO THE GROUND

        – no clues or footprints at the scene
        witnesses witnessed nothing

        – she is the cause and this was the effect – weird science with words

        I am not Hayao Miyaki –
        I am not Damo Suzuki

        —-

        crime tape surrounds the scene
        her spark plugs are nice and clean
        her heavy metal shirt

        from a dream

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      • multiplemichael

        INNOCENT HOMOSEXUALITY SEEMS TO BE EVERYWHERE
        LOADED GUNS AND SHARP KNIVES
        SUPPRESSED HOMOEROTICISM
        IN EVERY POEM
        WRITTEN AFTER 1956
        DEHUMANIZING THUGS ERASE AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE
        VIOLENCE REPLACES LOVE, GUARDED VIOLENCE
        SHARING SLEEP WITH OUR EYES CLOSED
        PILLOW TALK ABOUT OUR CAPACITY TO TERMINATE
        WE CLIMAX AND WE KILL
        JOYOUS CARNAGE
        FRESH BLOOD ON A WHITE SHIRT
        A RAPID FLOW OF BRIGHT RED BLOOD
        SCARY DEMONS IN VOICES
        FINGERS PUNCHING 911
        CRAP FLARF HITS THE TRASH CAN
        REAL POETRY OPENS THE SHOW

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      • multiplemichael

        YOU ATE TOAST AND BUTTER AT LUNCH
        AT THE LEVIATHAN FACTORY
        I GORGED ON EROS AND ANDROGYNY
        I WAS FROM SOUTHERN INDIANA
        I WAS OPEN TO PIVOTAL MOMENTS
        TO BE YOUNG AND FREE TO EXPLORE
        POETIC CODES OF CONDUCT
        TO BE ENGAGED IN PARODY AFTER PARODY
        LOADED GUNS AND MOTORCYCLES
        A CONSTANT PARADE
        OF BEDROOM COMPONENTS
        ARROWS POINTING IN BOTH DIRECTIONS

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      • eatmorewords

        suppressed everything over fill
        over spills
        the flood gates
        i take photos with a pen
        I think in every country the people “down south” cross borders of familiarity – 7 fingered cousins at the hoe down –

        push pins &
        ponderous poems at the ponderosa

        with poems there are no codes

        conduct depending on where you’re standing

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  5. multiplemichael

    ARROWS POINTING IN BOTH DIRECTIONS
    A CONSTANT IN AN INCONSTANT WORLD
    FOR LACK OF LOVE, EMPTY GIFT BOXES
    VERBS PREVIOUSLY EMPLOYED
    INTELLECTUALLY INADEQUATE
    *Emily Dickinson often speaks of death as being unattainable
    **as difficult and painful as it may be, one lives through death

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    • multiplemichael

      WAS “SHE” A RECURRENT DICKINSONIAN CHARACTER ?
      THE PASSIVE CONSTRUCTION OF PASSION
      YOU WITH YOUR SOFTLY RAISED ERECTIONS
      POETIC SLOBBERS OF GIRLHOOD AND WOMANHOOD
      CANDLES AND ODD FLOWERS AND SWEETS FROM BELGIUM
      *were you smoking seductive feminine elements in the bathroom ?

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      • eatmorewords

        Erections there and never discussed
        probing at the zip of your fly – the only reoccurring theme is the lack of theme – the characters change their name but you know then by their gait –
        emissions and explosions

        trip wires surround my house
        mines underground

        I have enough tinned food to last the year out – 6 passports – splinters from the hobby horse

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      • multiplemichael

        BEFORE THE FIRE, “SHE” WAS A COMPOSITE SISTER-LOVER-MOTHER
        NEVER STATIC, INNOCENT HOMOSEXUALITY SPOILED
        ERUPTIONS FROM A JISM VOLCANO
        MAPS OF PSYCHOLOGICAL DILEMMA
        DIFFERENT SIZE FINGERS
        HEAVILY DISGUISED DIGITS
        EACH WANTING TO WIN ITS WAY
        EACH WITH A BURDENED CONSCIENCE
        A HAND IN THE UNDERPANTS
        NECESSITATED
        NOT A SINGLE NAME

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      • multiplemichael

        SELF-SURRENDER
        TO A HAND IN THE UNDERPANTS
        A THOUSAND PRAYERS ANSWERED
        THE FEEL OF ANOTHER FLESH DOWN THERE
        AND THEN THERE WERE THE SCREAMS OUT ON THE STREET
        THE LEVIATHAN FACTORY WAS ON FIRE—HOW COULD IT BE ?
        LIKE A SLAP ON THE FACE FROM THE BOOK OF REVELATIONS
        EROS REMOVED ITS HAND AND ECONOMICAL SODOMY TOOK ROOT

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      • eatmorewords

        suppressed everything over fill
        over spills
        the flood gates
        I take photos with a pad
        I write with a camera

        I think in every country the people “down south” cross borders of familiarity – 7 fingered cousins at the hoe down –

        push pins &
        ponderous poems at the ponderosa

        with poems there are codes & rules
        to trample on – horses hoofs in the valley of death

        always behaviours
        always outcomes
        but these depend on where you’re standing and your line of sight

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  6. multiplemichael

    ———————————————————————————————————
    ———————————————————————————————————
    ———————————————————————————————————
    ————————-EROS REMOVED ITS HAND—————————————-
    AND ECONOMICAL SODOMY TOOK ROOT——————————————–
    ———————————————————————————————————
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    • multiplemichael

      OVER A 1000 MAGAZINES DEPICTING CUNNILINGUS
      WERE DISCOVERED IN A SECRET BUNKER
      IN THE BASEMENT OF THE LEVIATHAN FACTORY
      ————many questions have been asked———–
      PSYCHOLOGICAL VAGINAS ON EVERY PAGE
      NO MALE NUDITY, MANY FULLY CLOTHED
      EXAGGERATED WADS OF HAIR
      ON DOLLS OF ALL SIZES
      SEXUAL ORGAN
      COMMITMENT
      TO SMELL
      TO TASTE
      WITH EYES CLOSED
      WHAT WERE THEY THINKING ?
      MYSTERY SCENTS PERMEATE
      PORNOGRAPHIC CHEESE
      ENTRENCHED MOISTURE
      PERMISSIVE BROWN ZONES

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      • eatmorewords

        the 1000 spank mags – centrefolds stuck together – bushy pubis in athletic positions – shaved mounds cunnilingus powder burns –
        bruised knees like at confession in front of stained glass

        stained undergarments thrown out in the rain –

        – in china they can now grow penises in laboratories and plastic vaginas are bought on line – humans beings are surplus now
        soon
        just meat to feed machines

        we’ll be known by our teeth and the whirls on out fingers

        – we r going the way of dinosaurs and pens

        – French cigarettes cover the smell of French cheese –

        the new Leviathan will resemble a chateau –

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      • multiplemichael

        —–SMILING APPRECIATION—–
        PHOTOGRAPH AFTER PHOTOGRAPH
        ODD COLOR EUPHEMISMS
        DILUTED STARES
        AT RAGGED LANDSCAPE
        VELVET SOFTNESS
        TENDER TOUCHING
        THE PARTING OF SEPARATION
        POUTINGLY PROVOCATIVE

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      • eatmorewords

        ——————-/\—————-

        at the landing sights they found coded messages –
        breaking the code the academics said they found us laughable –
        something to pity –
        a wasted journey –
        a shit holiday

        —-
        the internet just a warehouse for pictures of cats
        all this technology & smartphone filled with people taking pictures of themselves

        future boy will look back at pouted lips and cats –
        time capsules contain germs that will kill when unleashed – smallpox reminders

        —–

        – I keep having reoccurring dreams of past girlfriends
        I keep having past girlfriends in reoccurring dreams

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      • multiplemichael

        MANSERVANTS LINED UP
        GRAMMATICALLY INCORRECT PHRASES
        SPLINTERED WORK AND PLAY
        100% CLEAN HANDS
        MYSTERIOUS SOUND EFFECTS
        ———-MANUSCRIPT————-
        DISLOCATION BETWEEN MAN AND MACHINE
        EVER-MORE NARROWING
        TO BE FREE
        FROM THE CONSTRAINTS
        OF LINEAR CHRONOLOGY
        RESTRICTIVE RENDERING
        OLD NEIGHBORS FROM THE LEVIATHAN
        PEOPLE WITH CEMETERY TEETH
        PHOTOGRAPHS OF CATS LICKING
        MULTIPLE CATS TRANSGRESSING
        GEOGRAPHICAL BEARINGS
        AMBASSADORS OF POETRY
        INWARD MANSERVANTS
        ARTICULATE LANGUAGE
        MACHINES AFRAID OF THE DARK

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      • multiplemichael

        SPLINTERED WORK AND PLAY ARE LISTED AS NORMAL
        LIBIDINOUS FORAYS, CIRCUS CLOWNS BOTH FAT AND SKINNY
        SOME WITH PURITANISM AS IF ON LEGITIMATE STAGE
        GRAINY BLACK-AND-WHITE, MORE REAL THAN REAL
        COVERT BEHAVIOR THROUGH POETRY
        MULTITUDES OF PRIVATE SIN
        THEY REFLECT THEIR CONSTITUENCY’S INTERIOR
        OUTSIDE PAST THE BLUE-BLACK BULLS
        PAST THE NATIVES AND THE FIRE AND THE DRUMS
        GNAWING EXISTENTIAL FEARS FORCE POETS TO WRITE
        GOD FORCES US TO REATTACH

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      • multiplemichael

        DAMN, YOU HAD TO SAY SOMETHING ABOUT FRENCH CIGARETTES
        POETS WHO SMOKE FRENCH CIGARETTES SQUEEZE OUT
        POEMS ABOUT STREET URCHINS, BIG OR SMALL BUT DIRTY
        STREET-SMART WITH A DOG
        THE DOG NEVER POOPS IN COLOR
        THE POET POOPS IN 23 FLAVORS
        NO WHERE NEAR THE SILENT WATERS OF THE COMMODE
        WATERS UNWORTHY OF PROFOUND THOUGHT
        LOVE IS NOT A SCIENCE, EMOTIONAL INTUITION—YES
        “INSTINCTIVE INTIMATION” WAS WRITTEN ON A TABLECLOTH
        THERE WAS APPREHENSION ABOUT ITS MEANING
        SEVERAL PHONECALLS WERE MADE TO STEPHEN KING

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  7. multiplemichael

    FUTURE BOY WILL LOOK BACK AT POUTED LIPS AND CAT
    EUROPEAN-STYLED POETRY IN EACH POCKET
    FUTURE BOY IS UNSHORED AND HARBORLESS
    NO WHERE FOR IDENTITY TO RETURN
    A HALF-THROTTLED CAT SHRIEK
    REMINISCENCES
    AND PASTURES
    BEHIND THE LEVIATHAN FACTORY
    BARNACLED COW SKELETONS
    OBVIOUS SPINAL SURGERY
    FOLKLORE ABOUT FLYING DISCS
    GENERIC LOONS FROM UP ABOVE
    VAST PRAIRIES OF ODD VACUUMS
    UNDECIPHERABLE AND UNPAINTED
    HALF-HEARTED PALE BOTTOMS
    TOLERABLE CURIOUSITY
    MILK AND SPERM

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      YES, THERE ARE SCARS AND RUIN FROM THE FIRE
      PEOPLE WITH LESS MONEY FEEL MORE TEETH
      FUTURE BOY IS AN UPROOTED YOUNG MAN
      SLEEP COMES BUT IT IS NOT REWARDING
      ACTIVE COMBATANTS IN ROMANCE
      ORDEALS, AGONIES, AND INDIGNITIES
      DOWNTRODDEN PEOPLE
      STAND OUTSIDE
      THE LEVIATHAN

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      • multiplemichael

        THE NATURE OF FULFILLMENT
        SLEEPS AT THE FEET
        OF CONVERSATIONAL POETRY
        SELF-SUFFICIENCY
        A CHOICE ON YOUR TERMS
        WORDS WITH WINGS
        WORDS ONLY USED AT NIGHT
        OUIJA BOARD WORDS WITHOUT LETTERS
        SWEET RENDERINGS OF VISITS
        TO FEAR-INDUCING PLACES
        WALKING CEMETERIES
        WITHOUT SOCKS
        ————————————————————–
        WALKING CEMETERIES WITHOUT SOCKS

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    • eatmorewords

      the sect moved into the ruins of Leviathan the day after the fire
      – barefooted they walked across the burning ashes – repeating strange languages – barefoot they walked through life – new converts to this
      and to that

      all religious leaders are barefoot
      all dictators have moustaches
      (…Maybe)

      – initial reports point fingers – malfunction in the flarf machine electrical misfiring – fizzing conduits – enjaberments blocking the output tube

      graffiti written on a wall opposite the investigation “WE ARE REAL”

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      • multiplemichael

        “WE ARE REAL”
        FAMOUS WORDS SPOKEN BY ADAM AND EVE
        EVE WITH HER FLARF MACHINE THAT STARTED
        SPITTING OUT SCIENTIFIC REASON
        RATIONALISM AND MATERIALISM
        (AND NASTY COLD SORES)
        EVE WHO CONTAMINATED THE WORLD
        WITH YELLOW PAGES OF TORMENT
        IT BRINGS TEARS TO THE EYES
        TO SEE COMPOSITION AND PROPORTION
        SLEEPING IN THE GUTTER
        CONFUSED ABOUT SHINY AND DULL
        THE FLARF MACHINE
        WORKED BEST ON THE BRINK OF SLEEP
        SWALLOWED UP BY THE WATERS OF REVERIE
        THE PASSAGE OF THE MIND
        THE EXIT OF CONSCIOUSNESS
        THE EXIT OF BODY AWARENESS
        WHERE IMAGINATION TAKES ROOT
        AND SPROUTS DALI-LIKE
        DRAMAS OF THIS AND THAT

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      • multiplemichael

        TO EMBRACE DANGER OUT OF CONCERN
        FOR THE WELFARE OF OTHERS
        to embrace danger out of concern for the welfare of others
        WITH HER NOSE IN YOUR MOUTH
        YOU WERE TRYING TO PUSH
        HER BACK TO FULL STRENGTH
        YOU WERE GOING TO RESURRECT HER
        YOU WERE HYPNOTIZED
        BY THE MEAT PATTY
        IN HER PANTIES
        you were hypnotized by the meat patty in her panties
        ************************************************************
        ************************************************************
        POKING FUN AT HER TENT FLAPS
        PUTTING YOUR FINGER
        INSIDE HER RESTAURENT
        HER BUTTON WAS LIKE A REFRIGERATOR
        WRESTLING WITH IT
        DETECTIVES WERE WATCHING FROM OUTSIDE
        HOPING THERE WOULD BE HAIRS FOR EVIDENCE
        HEINOUS HAIRS FROM THE BACKSIDE
        *possibly a drop or two of spinal fluid

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      • eatmorewords

        Fed-ex over the commandments said the secretary – she needed to proof read them
        check for errors – edit and cut –

        edited lines
        a thousand thou shalt nots removed – pictures erased –
        deadline days pressures

        no flarf was used in the making of this
        no flarf used in the Magna Carta

        she told me her favourite kisses involved teeth clashing and her bottom lip softly bitten

        – the sun is dying in the sky pushed aside by winds homeless dogs chew on rubbish a thousand untied shoes tramp by the season is blurring
        into cold fronts and days not made for grave diggers
        – we put on layers like onions and store unused ideas in warehouses locked away & guarded
        – night watchman and their ghosts captured in torchlight

        it’s raining outside
        Right now

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  8. multiplemichael

    THE BARONS OF MEDIEVAL ENGLAND
    WITH THEIR OUIJA BOARD
    MAGNA CARTA
    ENCOURAGING EXAMINATION
    OF WOMENFOLK
    POSSIBLY ENVOLVED
    IN THE TRAFFIC
    OF DECEPTION
    THE POPE AT THE TIME
    CALLED THE “LOOK-SEE”
    A KITSCH ENTERTAINMENT

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    • eatmorewords

      blame the heretic

      finger pointing McCarthyism
      the crucible of fears

      DROWN THE WITCH

      ancient Ouija boards made by artisan hands – carved from old English Oak – given to the first borne in days before smartphones
      communing with the dead was the number one activity of Englishman –
      lord and serf
      us and them
      – the dynamics of power is and will always be –

      revolution just means turning full circle

      on moorlands ghosts visited kin –
      UFOs mentioned in the Doomsday books –

      bathe in dirty cold water to remove sin

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      • multiplemichael

        NIGHT WATCHMEN AND GRAVE DIGGERS WERE FIRST IN LINE
        TO VIEW THE EXPOSED FLESH APRONS OF DOWN BELOW
        SERIOUS SCHOLARS WERE PREPARED TO SKETCH
        NOT WANTING TO TRUST THEIR MEMORY ALONE
        *were the scars a mockery of an odd-duck God ?

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      • multiplemichael

        IT WILL TAKE MORE THAN A COLD BATH
        TO REMOVE THE GRAPHIC SEXUAL AND VIOLENT CONTENT
        FROM THE BIBLE
        ——–WHAT ABOUT BIBLE HUMOR ?
        THIS BATTLE BETWEEN GOOD AND EVIL
        LIKE STAR WARS OR AN AMERICAN MARRIAGE ?
        WHAT DO YOU HAVE ONCE YOU’VE UNWRAPPED THE PACKAGE ?
        ALL ONE CAN DO IS THINK ABOUT EARLIER EPISODES
        AND MASTURBATE
        AND MASTURBATE
        AND MASTURBATE

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      • eatmorewords

        of hot dirty
        or clean cold
        no water can cleanse the stain,
        no liquids will wash away the filth –

        only fire can truly cleanse – modern fire is hotter then pre-Cambrian fire –

        some people in Kentucky think fire was invented rather then discovered – the small nuances
        fail them everytime

        hairy man with sticks in his hands crouched with his arse on his heels – rubbing furiously

        that is man through
        time rubbing furiously with a pained look on his face

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      • multiplemichael

        IRREGULAR CHURCH ATTENDANCE
        WAIT IN LINE AND ALL THEY GIVE YOU
        IS LOAF AFTER LOAF OF BLACK BREAD
        (highlight that with secular butter handmade)
        THE MANUFACTURE OF SECULAR BUTTER
        HIGH SCHOOL DROPOUTS WITH FAT LOADS
        MALES, FINANCIALLY DEPENDENT ON OTHERS
        JOB INSTABILITIES, IMPRISONMENT, NUTTY WIVES
        *mind you, night watchmen & grave diggers were first in line

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  9. multiplemichael

    THE IMAGE OF OZZY OSBOURNE ON A STICK OF SECULAR BUTTER
    HALF-JOKINGLY, CYNICISM AND JISM JUST DON’T SEEM TO BLEND
    ANGELS HIDING FROM GOD AND TOUCHING THEMSELVES
    PRETTY INTENSE BUT NO ORGASMS—JUST BLAH, BLAH, BLAH
    DEVIANT BEHAVIOR IS NOT REWARDED WHEN YOU HAVE WINGS

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    • multiplemichael

      RUBBING FURIOUSLY WITH A PAINED LOOK ON DE’ FACE
      ANGELS JUST CANNOT ORGASM—JUST BLAH, BLAH, BLAH
      GOD BEHIND EVERY CORNER WITH HIS LAW ENFORCEMENT
      HIS HOLY IMPRISONMENT—HIS PRIVATE BURNING LAKE
      SOAP OPERAS AND GAME SHOWS AND THAT DAMN BURNING LAKE
      SPEAKING IN TONGUES AND JUMPING IN PRAISE
      ANY FACTS AGAINST GOD GO IN THE BLACK BREAD
      *daddy and mommy don’t eat the black bread—why should I ?

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    • multiplemichael

      MY WIFE NEVER SPEAKS OF SCIENCE FICTION OR JISM
      WE ARE FORCED TO PURCHASE BLACK BREAD
      BUT WE NEVER CONSUME IT
      I DISPOSE OF IT
      AT VARIOUS LOCATIONS
      AGENTS ARE ON CONSTANT WATCH
      ONE MUST HAVE CLEAN TRASH AT HOME

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    • eatmorewords

      fiction jism and the immaculate conception – (my future bands name?)
      dead within seconds of leaving the sac – pitiful puddles we step over – or wipe off on curtains –
      the embarrassing little stains when your mum did your laundry –
      the Rorschach stain on your pants
      -I see butterflies and plane crashes

      a baby skull grows but the eyes stay the same size –

      I have had my tubes severed – cut and burnt

      during the war
      when butter was rationed
      they used spit as lube

      – – – – – –

      In secular france they have no concept of god

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    • eatmorewords

      detectives are still looking for motive and reason behind the fire at Leviathan –

      rumours persist of a conspiracy
      secret agencies have detectives watching detectives –

      cross check facts that were lost in the ruins –

      people are scared
      I’ve seen them cry

      meth tantrums and weed sleeps

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      • multiplemichael

        THE SIMILARITIES BETWEEN THE ANGELS AND THE DEMONS
        THE DARK REPORTS FROM DETECTIVES
        PAGE AFTER PAGE OF CLOTHED LANGUAGE
        INFORMATION LOCKED IN BLACK BREAD
        COMPLETE WITH FACETS OF PAIN
        COLORED ARTS OUTSIDE ENTERTAINMENT
        CUT A SLICE AND SMOTHER IT WITH SECULAR BUTTER

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      • multiplemichael

        SIMILARITIES:
        GEOGRAPHICAL ASSOCIATIONS
        EROTIC AUTONOMY
        SEXUALLY VORACIOUS REST STOPS
        ANXIETY ABOUT IDENTIFICATION
        MULTIPLE DETECTIVES BEHIND EVERY BUSH
        IN THE STALLS
        AT THE URINALS
        THE ODOR OF CHLOROFORM
        WITNESSED MANHOOD
        BLACK BREAD
        WITH FORESKIN
        FALSE SELVES
        ELUDE

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      • multiplemichael

        SIMILARITIES BETWEEN A BUS STATION TOILET
        AND A REST STOP ON I-95 OR THE TURNPIKE
        FORMICA FROM CHINA WITH A HINT OF PINE CLEANER
        LEATHER CUFFS AND A WIDE LEATHER BELT
        MUMBLING AND MILD PAIN IN PUBLIC
        A THUMB IN THE JELL-O BEATS ANY COFFEE
        ONE SHOULD HAVE GONE HOME
        PERHAPS IT WAS THE THRILL OF BEING RECKLESS
        RECREATION OUTSIDE THE BOX
        SWEEPING CIRCULAR MOTIONS
        FECAL MATTER IN SECULAR BUTTER
        LATER, A POEM ABOUT MY CEMETERY BEING DARK
        24 HOUR DARK AGAIN WITH THE FINGER
        RAW STUFF, LIKE AN OPHTHALMOLOGIST
        NO COOKIES IN THAT HOLE

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  10. multiplemichael

    people who live behind locked screen doors
    they can see and smell but not touch
    revolvers tucked in their belts
    —————-warning, they will shoot Benjamin Franklin
    moments of potential embarrassment
    black bread testosterone
    mythologizing urine
    flames from the penis hole
    an entire wash cloth inserted
    mounting unease
    the need for more ice
    ice cubes coated with theological conviction

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    • multiplemichael

      DISEMBODIED INTELLIGENCE
      ———————————————–ON ICE
      ———————————————–IN A VACUUM
      NAMELESS AND UNKNOWABLE
      LARGE LUMINOUS EYES
      MATH WITHOUT NUMBERS
      FLARF FREE FROM COMBATANTS
      POETS FALLING FROM THE SKY
      POETS CHALKED UP
      WHITE ON BLACK

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      • multiplemichael

        WELL-MEANING BUT NAIVE
        WHITE PEOPLE AFRAID TO ROLL THE WINDOWS DOWN
        VERY LITTLE POTENTIAL IN MIXED COMMUNITIES
        UNSCRUPULOUS UNEDUCATED PEOPLE
        CHARACTERS IN THE BUSHES
        NAKED AND NEARLY NAKED
        BETRAYED WOMEN
        HOLDING LITTLE FELLOWS
        THEIR BREASTS
        NO LONGER PRETTY

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      • eatmorewords

        devilish words are not necessarily written by the devil
        you know,
        angry words in red
        parties in Kentucky that end in tears
        fist fights at the reunion
        bull in a china shop
        whirlwind romances
        whiplash car crash

        glass splinters

        born the right distance from the sun
        european child
        hiding amongst fictional characters Under the comments

        this poem has legs

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    • eatmorewords

      stuff to investigate – detective mantras – notepad and pencil – no smoking gun but trees full of pointing fingers and singing birds – roots that go deep down
      deep into
      somewhere
      there’s a hells angle without a bike

      famous people fading from memory
      public stunts to prove they exist

      Rosetta Stone available online at a cut price
      cuneiform tablets but two get one free (NO TRANSLATIONS avaliable)

      attempts to resurrect dead languages – zombie words leave stains
      & trails on fresh paper

      Hold your fire a it’s not over yet – the Curie house is has a half life of 245,000 years

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  11. multiplemichael

    THE ROOMS OF THE CURIE HOUSE HAVE ELEVATOR MUSIC PUMPED IN
    EACH ROOM HAS ITS OWN FLAVOR—OFTEN ASSAULTS ON JAZZ
    EUROPEAN ART MUSIC
    MINSTRELSY
    DIXIELAND
    LATIN-AFRICAN
    SPONTANEOUS BEATNIK
    BLUES WITH A TOUCH OF FLARF
    NO MEANING—NO DEFINITION
    HUNGRY SOULS NOURISHED
    SALSA, SAMBA, TANGO
    COMFORTABLE SOUNDS
    VITAMINS FOR REDUCTIVE VISION
    VITAMINS TO PROTECT AGAINST CHAOS
    KALEIDOSCOPE VITAMINS GLOWING IN THE DARK

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    • multiplemichael

      IF ONE WERE TO SPEND THE NIGHT
      AT THE CURIE HOUSE
      ONE WOULD HAVE DREAMS OF EVOLUTIONISTS
      WANTING TO TOUCH FEMALE PARTS
      ON HUMAN-LIKE BODIES
      TO CUP MOUNDS OF FLESH
      TO SUCKLE
      TO SEARCH OUT MOIST SPOTS
      TO ACT IN A NON-SCIENTIFIC WAY
      TO MUMBLE BETWEEN PSEUDOSCIENCE
      AND DIRTY OLD MAN SCIENCE
      ———————————————————–
      *the policeman wrote the following quote,
      “half of me was very pleased, the bottom half”

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      • multiplemichael

        I HAVE NEVER TOLD ANYONE
        THAT YOU WERE ONCE A “SOFT”
        JANITOR AT THE CURIE HOUSE
        BUCKETS OF SOAPY WATER
        AND MUSCULAR MOPS
        UNDER A FIRM TASKMASTER
        EACH FRIDAY
        THERE WAS A NEW DEFINITION
        PLUNDERED INFORMATION
        FALSIFIABLE
        EVEN BY CHEAP ERASER
        *if one cuts Satan, he bleeds mathematics

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      • multiplemichael

        it has been stated that I was dancing
        but was I really dancing ?
        having taken self-portraits
        in the basement of the Curie house
        there exists a high susceptibility to nervous seizures
        it is as if I were walking barefoot on the devil’s thorns
        self-pitying—-the terrible thorns of life
        each thorn a choice between good and evil
        you speak of shadows and ghosts
        the voice of a poet on the path to Golgotha
        women and craggy hills
        all things wait with creative hope

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      • multiplemichael

        THE LANGUAGE OF THE POEM 123 THIGHS OF WITCHCRAFT
        TIGHT SHOES 123 TO MAKE A HUMAN WITHOUT RIVET OR NAIL OR GLUE
        REALLY TIGHT SHOES 123 LIKE MONEY EXCHANGED ENDLESSLY
        ——–HONEYMOON NIGHT————-
        THE STRETCHING OF THE IMAGINATION 123 DRY BLOOD IN THE PECKER
        THE CREATOR AND IDENTIFICATION 123 NO MONEY WITHOUT MARRIAGE
        OVERLAPPINGS 123 THE FAINT ODOR OF FISH 123 EVE WITH HER OVAL
        WET BLANKETS 123 SHE COULD DROP TO ALL FOURS
        SIZE SHAPE COLOR 123 UNWRAPPED BELOW THE WAIST
        THROATINESS
        PARALYZED
        THREE-QUARTERS OF PLEASURE
        SEXUAL SELF-HOOD
        LOWER-CASING AT TRUCK STOPS
        LOWER-CASING AT REST STOPS
        LOWER-CASING IN SINGLENESS
        BAPTISM
        BIG FINGERS
        GRIME AND GRIT

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      • multiplemichael

        BIG FINGERS PICKING STRAWBERRIES
        BETWEEN YOUR CHEEKS
        A LONELY ROAD INSIDE THE CHURCH
        EACH ONE SO DIFFERENTLY SHAPED
        TOSSED ASHORE
        IN SERVICE OF THE LORD
        JUST A MONKEY
        ON A GREEN BALL

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    • eatmorewords

      dancing on your own with shadows & memories of ghosts
      things that offer up no reflection

      – the soundtrack of the Curie house – jazz men kidnapped and lured with promises of the needle,
      buckets of pills, –
      forced at gun point to blow the sax – sweaty foreheads drip pools & puddles to drown the witches in –

      attracted like magnets

      the gates of heaven have a door policy – burly bouncers with arms folded –

      storm clouds are gathering

      you
      are
      not
      welcome at either entrance or exit

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      • eatmorewords

        this is not the life I imagined years ago when my eyesight was stronger – when there was more in front then there was behind – wait for dark
        and dark will come –

        there is a stench here
        dark
        fetid and close

        tomorrow I leave this pleasant land
        I’ll escape the gravitational pull of this island – knife sharp cutting through pillows of clouds – inside the fuselage –

        ——

        ——-at night my children tell me stories of our neighbours pet dog that’s eight foot high and is feed on small animals, rabbits, hamsters and such, and roams around the garden tethered to a chain that was once connected to an anchor on a battle ship that was sunk in WW2 and the chain is possessed by the souls of dead sailors and at night the dog howls and my kids sea shadowy sailor figures in patio light and the dog bears his carnivorous teeth
        little white daggers
        lolling red tongue drenched in spit
        the owners prod him with sticks and whisper evil into his ears at night my children look through the window and see the dog —

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      • multiplemichael

        ———–welcome at either entrance or exit——
        LOWER-CASING AT EITHER END
        ———as if no center existed——–
        INTOLERABLY TINY IN A VAST UNIVERSE
        NATURAL LAWS AND NATURAL FREEDOMS
        REPETITIONS AND RHYTHMS

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  12. multiplemichael

    —————as if no center existed———–
    PORTRAYED IN NON-EROTIC CONTEXTS
    PAINFUL CURRENTS OF RADIUM WAVES
    THE CURIE HOUSE CURSE
    THOSE WHO ENTER…GLOW
    SHYNESS TO SHOW THE BALD MONKEY
    —UNHARNESSED BURNS
    DESCRIPTIVE SKIN ON THE FLOOR
    ISOLATED CELLS, EGGS IN FLUID
    SOMEDAY THE CHILDREN SO SPECIAL
    HINDU TEMPLE CHILDREN
    ELEPHANT TRUNKS
    SIX ARMS-SIX LEGS

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  13. multiplemichael

    UNNAMED FLUIDS COLLECTED
    FROM YOUR WAX WANG
    NON-EROTIC
    QUASI-MATHEMATICAL
    EVER-CHANGING
    SIZE
    FIVE MINUTES BEFORE YOUR MAGAZINE FAME
    SHADOWS ON A CAROUSEL
    GENDER IN A CIRCLE
    ROUND AND ROUND
    EACH OTHER’S HANDIWORK
    ————-damn man, you got kids to feed (tell the boss doctor that you’re a daddy)
    unpunctuated verse…evokes a soliloquy
    on the cover of the magazine
    you were poised over a verbal precipice
    dialogue between a poet and a doctor
    reminiscences
    close-cropped hair
    tomboy breasts
    anatomically correct

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  14. multiplemichael

    FIVE MINUTES BEFORE YOUR MAGAZINE FAME
    FAME MAKES EVERYTHING DIFFERENT
    FAME FORCES PEOPLE TO THROW BABIES OUT CAR WINDOWS
    ANCIENT CZECH CITIZENS WATCH EVENING NEWS FROM KENTUCKY
    THEY GASP AS 12 yr OLD GIRLS TOSS PLUMP TODDLERS OUT AT 70 mph
    disturbing and strange MAGAZINE FAME disturbing and strange
    LOTS OF SMALL ANIMALS ENJOY A FRESH BABY MEAL
    SWIMMING IN THE OCEAN OF MEAT
    DIALOGUE BETWEEN BITES
    RUBY LIPS SPEAKING BIPOLAR POETRY
    FAME REVEALS A HIDDEN PART OF THE SELF
    STRANGE, ONLY WHITE WOMEN TOSS BABIES
    PATTERNED SPACES BETWEEN MINUTES
    ——– ARE WE GOING TO THROW HER/HIM TODAY ? ———-
    FLESH-BOUND WHITE WOMEN REFLECTIVE OF EVE
    EXPRESSION OF INNER WILDNESS
    HAVING NEVER READ A SINGLE BOOK
    BIPOLAR BEYOND “YOU” “ME”
    MAKE THE PAIN STOP
    TAKE AWAY THE FAME

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  15. multiplemichael

    I SAW YOU ON THE COVER OF THE MAGAZINE
    CLOSE-CROPPED HAIR
    TOMBOY BREASTS
    ANATOMICALLY CORRECT
    GOD WITH HIS DIALOGUE
    OF KNIFE ON THE FLESH
    FACING THE SLANTING SATAN
    MEN WANT TO WATCH
    YOU MAKE WATER

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    • multiplemichael

      REPEATED BY SO MANY TONGUES
      THEY SPEAK OF YOU, JOHNNY BOY
      THEY SAY YOU’RE IN MODERN TURKEY
      THEY SAY YOU’RE IN MODERN ALGERIA
      —————–JUST LOADS OF CRAP
      THE MAGAZINE PHOTO WASN’T EVEN YOU
      I SENT YOU POSTCARDS FROM KENTUCKY
      I OFTEN DRIVE SOUTH FROM LOUISVILLE
      AS ONE NEARS THE LARGE CAVE
      ONE CAN PURCHASE ALL KINDS OF STRANGE ITEMS
      MEN IN HILLBILLY CLOTHES SELL ODDS AND ENDS
      FROM THEIR YARDS AND DRIVEWAYS
      I KNOW HILLBILLY, HAVING BEEN RAISED HILLBILLY
      I OFTEN BUY MOSAICS AND FRESCOES
      NEVER SARCOPHAGI

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      • multiplemichael

        YOU WERE READING PASSAGE AFTER PASSAGE
        OF THAT KIND OF ANALYSIS
        NUMBERS NEVER MAKE PLAIN SENSE
        EACH NUMBER CAN HAVE ENDLESS COMMENTARIES
        ASSUMPTIONS—THE WHOLE LOT….LIKE BEDBUGS
        ANGELS IN URGENCY—BLENDING WITH THE LIGHT
        POWERFUL LANGUAGES NEVER SPOKEN
        WORDS BEHAVING AS HANDMAIDENS
        MULTIPLE MEANINGS FOR MULTIPLE MICHAELS

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  16. multiplemichael

    THE MAXIMUM OF EFFECT WITH THE MINIMUM OF EFFORT
    EMILY DICKINSON WITH HER GOLDEN TONGUE
    ARTISTIC CREATIVITY—MULTIPLE FUNCTION
    THE LOWER ROUTE AS WELL AS THE UPPER ROUTE
    SIGNALS OF PLEASURE—WET AND SLIPPERY
    CONFLICT-FREE AND SAFE FROM SEED

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    • multiplemichael

      SUSTAINING A REGULATED LIFE AND EMOTIONAL CONTINUITY
      SIGNING YOURSELF, JOHNNY BOY
      SIGNING YOURSELF WITHOUT LETTERS OR NUMBERS
      PROUD OF YOUR LACK OF RELIGION
      AS YOU SINK IN EVERYDAY ROUTINE
      AS YOU TIPTOE AROUND PRIMITIVE COMFORT
      POSTPONEMENT—ALWAYS POSTPONEMENT

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      • eatmorewords

        days spent submerged and burning – sand in all creases slows the engine down – somewhere in this archipelago –
        road signs telling tourists not to throw babies from moving cars –
        gas stations manned by toothless men in dungarees – leather neck red

        the magazines are in a language that does not compute –
        anonymous face
        skin colour change

        dreaming about her offering coins at the freak show

        reptiles are crawling over sandblasted horizons

        Just dip your toe in

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      • multiplemichael

        ONE MUST NEVER WEIGH THEMSELVES
        AGAINST THE ASSASSINATION OF JOHN F KENNEDY
        —–DAYS SPENT SUBMERGED IN THE MOTHER CHURCH
        ……………..TRIED TO PURCHASE A MAP TO LARGE ANSWERS
        *large answers to small questions
        TRY NOT TO TRANSFORM YOUR UNCONSCIOUS FANTASIES
        TOWARD CONSCIOUS COHERENCE
        SUBCULTURES HAUNT YOU
        ANY PSYCHIATRIST COULD PROFIT
        FROM YOUR ELABORATE SCHEMES
        YOU’VE READ SO MANY WORDS
        WHAT MOST DISTRACTS YOU FROM YOUR CHOICE ?
        FREE ASSOCIATIONS OUTSIDE THE FIREHOUSE BEING RED
        PULSE RATE AND SWEAT PATTERNS ?

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  17. multiplemichael

    IN OTHER WORDS, IT IS ALL ORGANIC REALITY
    THE FIREHOUSE BEING PAINTED RED
    YOU CONSTANTLY ADD NEW WORDS AND ACTIONS
    TO YOUR COMMON STORE
    ————-IF I MENTION
    THE ASSASSINATION OF JOHN F KENNEDY
    YOU CANNOT THINK ABOUT THE COLOR OF A RAINBOW
    OR THE TASTE OF A LEMON DROP

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      • multiplemichael

        FEROCIOUS ANIMALS WITH HUMAN NAMES
        UNDULATING MOVEMENTS IN THEIR GROIN AREA
        FERTILE MOTHERS WITH COTTAGE CHEESE
        “ABSORBED” AND “IMMERSED” EGG SACS
        BEGGING YOU TO BRING YOUR OUT THERE IN THERE
        EVEN EMILY DICKINSON WAS VORACIOUS AND INSATIABLE
        STICKY GEL ON THE BEDPOST, THE ROCKING CHAIR
        THEY HAD TO HIDE THE BROOM AND WOODEN SPOONS
        ONE CAN ONLY GUESS AT THE DEEPER SENSATION
        OF THE BABY MECHANISM OF SUCH A POET
        “SHE MOVED WITH THE SEASONS”

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      • multiplemichael

        EMILY DICKINSON WAS A STRANGER
        TO A SQUEALING TENOR SAX
        PINTO BEANS AND IMPROVISED IMITATIONS
        FRIED CHICKEN WITH EXTRA CRUST
        HER NASTY LIPS
        A ROLLING STONES LOGO
        EMBRACING IN BLINDNESS
        BING-BANG-BOOM

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  18. multiplemichael

    PEOPLE ASK ABOUT EMILY DICKINSON
    —-CLEARLY UNTOUCHABLE—-
    TALES OF ROMANTIC TURMOIL
    JOHNNY BOY, THE WINDOWS I HAD TO REPLACE
    THE NEIGHBORS SOOTHED WITH CASH MONEY
    ALL THAT JAZZ WRITTEN ABOUT HER WAS LIES
    HARMONIC COMPLEXITY
    RHYTHMIC INTRICACY
    GUTBUCKET-BOTTOM EMOTIONS
    A CRAZY DRUNK AND WORSE
    BAD KIDNEYS PISSING RED

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    • multiplemichael

      ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————did I mention that she liked to kill squirrels and sniff their backsides ?——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————–

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    • multiplemichael

      POETIC INTELLECTUALS
      SWISHED AROUND THE CURIE HOUSE
      DREGS ARRIVING—DREGS LEAVING
      ART SCHOOL DROP-OUTS
      INNOCENT CHAPS SODOMIZED
      THEIR BACKSIDES LIKE A SPITTOON
      EUROPEANS ON THE AMERICAN TRAIN
      ORSON WELLES AND DUKE ELLINGTON
      KISSING LIKE SCHOOLGIRLS
      SOME PEOPLE MAKE RULES
      OTHERS ERASE THEM
      MURDER BY HABIT
      WHO WILL WE KILL TODAY ?
      BENDING CREATIVITY
      A SMALL CAR CRASH BEFORE LUNCH
      HIT AND RUN ON A BORROWED PLATE

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      • eatmorewords

        when I young
        kissing schoolgirls was just the smell of chewing gum and nicotine –

        Orson Ellington and Duke Welles –

        drop out boogie –

        robbing culture a picture at a time – leave the frame so the next generation can guess what was once there –

        jazz is the only true original American art,
        or so I’ve heard –

        – planning a heist
        blueprints stolen from municipal buildings – a small cabal intent on murder & mayhem – they have removed their fingerprints
        – razor blades and curls of skin

        it’s all in the small print

        brother can you spare me a dime?
        brother can you let me some words?

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      • multiplemichael

        EMILY SWEARS THAT YOU WERE NEVER YOUNG
        YOU MAY HAVE BEEN A SMALL BODY
        BUT YOU WERE OVER 800 YEARS OLD
        THEY CUT YOU OUT OF THE TORAH
        YOU TRIED TO MEND THE ENDS
        YOU TRIED EVERYTHING TO HIDE
        THE BURNING SKY-EYE
        SHINES ON YOU
        THE BURNING SKY-EYE FROM THE CRAFT
        I HAVE POSTED IT— I HAVE SPOKEN OF IT
        LITERATURE AT YOUR FEET
        DROPS FROM THE ADVENTURE TREE
        YOU GRIP THE KENNEDY TIGHT
        WHAT WERE YOU GOING TO SAY ?
        SCHOOLGIRLS REEK OF SPIC&SPAN
        YOU GLOSSED OVER THEM
        IT JUST WASN’T RIGHT
        RANDOMNESS

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      • multiplemichael

        SO THEY CUT YOU OUT OF THE TORAH
        LIKE ATOMIC EXPLOSIONS ON YOUR EYELIDS
        HANGING UPSIDE DOWN WITH FLEAS
        FLEA-CACKLING AROUND THE FACE
        DUNGHILLS OF ENGLISH GRAMMAR
        CONCENTRATION CAMP POOP
        ———-OILY——-
        AMATEURISH DUNGHILLS
        OTHERWORLDLY
        TRANSVESTITE
        OR WORSE

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      • eatmorewords

        Slop bucket spitoon
        tangled hair
        fingers through mulch
        snail like trails rainbow colours
        ive seen her from all angles dirty and clean
        dripping water on cracked lips lost at sea on a sinking ship

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  19. multiplemichael

    FUMBLINGS AND REPETITIONS—LEAKING WATER
    CLEAR THICK FLUID (PRE-LIVERPOOL JISM)
    LOPSIDED POETRY—EACH HAND A SLANT
    SELF-CONTRADICTORY EQUALS SELF-CONTRA-DICK-TORY
    SHE KEPT SAYING,
    “INVENT SOMETHING NEW”

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  20. multiplemichael

    SUFFER ALL OTHER TORTURES
    PRESCRIBED BY LOVE
    PUNISHED IN PROPORTION
    TO THE OFFENCE
    DENY THE GUILT AND DIE
    CONFESS THE CRIME
    (ALWAYS DADDY WITH THE UTMOST SEVERITY)
    FASHIONED DOLLS AS CHILDREN
    LITTLE WICKED BOYS AND GIRLS
    DIRTY WITH SALIVA
    IGNORANCE IN THE DARK
    THE BULLS OUTSIDE THE WINDOW
    QUARRELLING WITHOUT WORDS

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    • multiplemichael

      LONG LIST OF DEAD PEOPLE TRYING TO GET HOME
      BEFORE THE GROUND FREEZES
      A BEDROOM ADVENTURE INTO BLANKNESS
      DREAMS IN THE BURYING-GROUND
      WHAT DO YOU SAY, JOHNNY BOY ?
      GONNA DIE, GONNA DIE TONIGHT ?
      ———–HOLD ON LIFE———–
      INTENSE LOVE OF LIFE
      INTENSE FEAR OF SOMETHING ELSE
      NO RESCUE, JOHNNY BOY
      POOP ALL THE PIZZA PIES
      FEED ALL THE BUZZING FLIES
      NO MONEY FOR THE EMBALMER
      BURN IN A STACK OF “NO NAMES”

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      • multiplemichael

        PRESCRIBED RITUALS OF EMPOWERMENT
        CUTLERY WITHOUT MALADY
        IN SCHOOL THERE WAS THE BASTARD LINE
        AT THE FACTORY THEY WOULD COUNT YOUR FINGERS
        IMAGES OF JOHNNY BOY ON YOUTUBE
        FATHERING HIS DISCOURSE IN HIS OWN IMAGE
        ALL REAL MEN SHAPE THEIR ACTIONS
        I SEE YOU JOHNNY BOY, ANXIOUS
        TERRITORIALIZED POETRY
        LIKE A YOUNG MOTHER IN KENTUCKY
        THROWING HER NEWBORN
        OUT THE CAR WINDOW

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      • multiplemichael

        FORSWEARING NORMAL RELATIONS WITH MENFOLK
        FEARING ERASURE BY THE MALE ORGAN
        SHE SPOKE OF BEING RUBBED OUT
        HIDEOUSLY MIXED DNA
        OVERLAPPED DEFINITIONS
        BORDERS IN MOTION
        *substitute mother hole—as in, “I am not a substitute mother hole”

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      • multiplemichael

        SUBSTITUTE MOTHER HOLE
        AS IN SUPERFICIAL
        FLESH HOLE
        CONSIDERABLE ENLARGEMENT
        POETIC TWIST—POETIC FLAW
        “I HAD TO DO IT”
        THE ROOT QUESTION
        BUT NEVER THE ROOT ANSWER
        NEWLY-DISCOVERED SODOMY
        ANAL POETRY ON THE WALL
        ON THE PILLOW
        OH GOD, TO HAVE SURVIVED !!!

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      • multiplemichael

        LONG LIST OF DEAD PEOPLE
        TRYING TO MAKE A COMMENT
        THEIR PANTS RECENTLY DOWN
        POSSIBLY POOPING PIZZA PIES
        POSSIBLY PASSING GAS
        OR SMALL BLACK BIRDS
        *on second thought—not black birds

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      • eatmorewords

        she kept me locked on the fifth floor of the hotel by the sea – made me list all the dead people by name –
        the wall covered in pencil scratches. – most names I don’t know
        – cause of death only known by the mortician – cold feet of cold slabs – no more pizza pie for the dead
        – but hell is full of small black birds

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      • multiplemichael

        IN SCHOOL THERE WAS THE BASTARD LINE
        AT THE FACTORY
        THEY WOULD COUNT YOUR FINGERS
        NOTHING WAS WASTED
        YOUR SISTER, COUSIN, LARGE PET
        LIVING ENTITIES WITH A CHEST-TICK
        TIMID BUT FANGED—FIERCE AND CLEVER
        ALL MEN SHAPE THEIR ACTIONS
        SENSE AND EMOTION WELDED TIGHT

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      • multiplemichael

        THE HORDE OF DISPLACED TENANT FARMERS
        EACH WITH AN UNBORN HUMAN FETUS
        VESTIGIAL GILLS AND SIGNAL EYES
        MOTHER DEAD GOT NO MILK
        SKELETONS AND TOES SANDED DOWN
        GONNA MAKE SOME STRONG BOND
        A WALL TO KEEP OUT ALL HARM

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      • eatmorewords

        mother dead breasts deflated ballons, curdled milk blocks the exit,
        – descended from fish we have gills
        – the wall to keep out harm will also keep harm in –
        – beware the neighbours who take notes and photographs – their world framed by a window pane
        – aborted foetus in a jam jar door stop lets the breeze in

        – the men of the moors seek solace in parlour games

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      • multiplemichael

        DEPRIVED OF BREASTS
        ROBINSON CRUSOE
        commodities
        MATHEMATICAL INSTRUMENTS
        CARPENTER PANTS
        IMMEDIATE CONSEQUENCE
        *at some age they took away your
        clown pants and started you on
        carpenter pants
        *modifications in the groin area

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      • eatmorewords

        coconut breast substitutes
        happy joys for the man with an imagination –
        – tools dangling from a carpenters belt –
        Robinson Crusoe left alone with his memories and his hands

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      • multiplemichael

        OVERWHELMING POWER OF IRRESISTIBLE DESIRE
        NIPPLES POINTING IN THE CORRECT DIRECTION
        NOT SIZE OR SHAPE BUT NUMBER
        ———–MULTIPLICITY—————
        POETIC FANCY………..WARM PILLOWS
        A REHEARSAL IN CHILDHOOD
        A DEATH ON THE HONEYMOON NIGHT
        ANTICIPATING A GREAT DRAMA
        NO LONGER SINGLE AND CELIBATE
        THE GO-BETWEEN IN TRAINING
        SUFFICIENTLY RECUPEREATED ?
        *wang-dang-doodle fever”
        *to exhaust the endless flames

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      • multiplemichael

        CONSTRAINED BY A LANGUAGE
        DREAMS WITH VOICE-OVERS
        LOW BUDGET REALITY
        NO MONEY FOR THE EMBALMER
        RESTING IN A STACK OF “NO NAMES”
        YOUTH SACRIFICED FOR RENT AND CHIPS

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  21. multiplemichael

    THE EMBRYO LIVES IN JELLY
    ——————————————-
    ——————————————-
    SHE WAS JUST A GARMET HOUSE
    IMAGINARY EXERCISES
    IMAGINARY SEX
    GOD TOOK AWAY THE NEST
    ALL PROTECTION GONE
    OTHER PEOPLE LIVE A LIFE
    A LIFE OF TRIALS
    CANCER KNOCKS AT THE DOOR
    WEARING READY-MADE CLOTHES
    PADDED HIPS MADE CONVENIENT
    CANCER PRESSES AND TIGHTENS

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    • eatmorewords

      the factory was a front
      it hide things
      bouncing cheques slipped through the talons of middle men
      red ribbon in a tree
      significant changes in routine, enough to raise suspicions
      multiple micheal in a town of frightening news

      all of his friends on Facebook have been deleted
      her Instagram feeds were just black squares

      at the poetry retreat these discussed the importance of theme and narrative

      I fell asleep dreaming of alligators and talk shows

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      • multiplemichael

        THE TRUTH IS
        I WAS NEVER MORE THAN A CARNIVAL CUT-OUT
        MARVELOUS EYES IN A COAL MINE IN KENTUCKY
        A DUMB KID WHO KEPT THE PRIZEFIGHTER
        ON THE TELEVISION
        THE OLD MAN LIKED THAT
        HAVING BEEN VICTIMIZED SINCE BIRTH

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      • eatmorewords

        hard tote the difference between a carnival cut out and a world of mannequins –
        diamond coals eyes
        mining town that lost its industry
        where all inhabitants are bald having sold their hair
        – chews sets carved from teeth
        Saturday night bingo & a
        full house in death row

        – the old man looks older
        dishevelled

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    • multiplemichael

      POETS WITH THEIR NEED FOR PSYCHIC VACUUM
      EMPTY SPACE LIKE A MOTEL ROOM
      COME DADDY FROM DEATH
      COME DADDY FROM DEATH
      WORDS BOUND
      WORDS TIED AND BLINDFOLDED
      GEOLOGICAL LAYERS
      TERMINOLOGY
      COATED SEEDS
      COPIOUSLY

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  22. multiplemichael

    SECOND-GUESSED AS NOT BEING THE ORIGINATORS
    UNUSUALLY ARTICULATE CAVEMEN
    EXPLODING POETRY MACHINES
    TANGERINE TREES AND MARMALADE SKIES
    TAWDRY AND TIRED MEAT
    ROUND-THE-CLOCK MEAT-TOTING
    JOHNNY BOY—MASTER OF CEREMONIES
    OH LOOK, THERE’S A WOMEN’S ROMANCE CONTEST
    TRANSFORMATIVE POWERS OF LOVE
    NOT A DEVIL BUT A LOYAL MATE
    FAIRY-TALE GUITAR STRINGS
    SANITIZED SKELETON PLUGS
    DISCREET FLESH COLORED STRINGS

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    • eatmorewords

      slowing tiring of the on-line medical advice – I’m certain their not qualified – just caveman with fake certificates –
      woman’s romance is illegal in some African States – shame on them
      the devil has close associates

      Michael
      the only sane man in Florida?

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      • multiplemichael

        CAVEMEN IN FLORIDA DOMINATE THEIR PARTNERS
        COMPLETE SEXUAL CONQUER
        BUT IN THE END
        ARE BORED TO DEATH BY FIDELITY
        THE FIRST PASSIONATE EMBRACE AND KISS
        CAN NEVER BE RE-CREATED
        *the tight tunnel becomes a storage area

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      • eatmorewords

        caveman have nits
        in all their hair – a constant itch and a
        constant scratch – no time for infidelities
        no time to create art
        – just the constant need to scratch an itch
        – females may stretch to a kiss
        a peak on the check but no penetration
        to entrance allowed
        the door is shut until the exterminator had been*

        *it would take a further 2,675 years until the scratch could be medicated

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      • eatmorewords

        death parties &
        drug fuelled wife swapping soirées*
        lazy chat up lines bored escorts dirty sheets car keys in bowls
        – fake names & back stories

        *(I attended a wife swapping party and swapped my wife for a toaster)

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  23. multiplemichael

    hot around the dog tracks and pool halls
    bonnet books (Amish romances)
    with their single kiss
    and seldom a touch
    have made a hit in the local prison system
    right up there with meth, bath salts, and Astro-Lube
    initiatory sex
    THAT’S RIGHT—- “INITIATORY SEX”
    awakened sexual desires
    unbridled sexuality

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    • multiplemichael

      speaking of neck-biting hot flashes
      Hungarian loanwords are very popular
      Ivan-the-poet has been screaming
      that vampires are Romanian
      not Hungarian
      not Transylvanian
      he sends photos of him
      holding a sign with the word “UPYR”
      *all I know is that one never wants
      to sleep in a one man tent with a
      Russian who has had boiled eggs
      for supper

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      • eatmorewords

        discussions on vampires – descriptions of capitalists and vultures – bite marks that pierce skins deep into the epidermis –
        Eastern European potatoes carved into erotic effigies of the one who lives high in the castle –
        Ivan Pavel Josef
        popular names on trading cards of famous farmers

        we have been here before
        we have left clues
        open the tent door

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      • multiplemichael

        DOOR CLOSED OR DOOR OPEN
        THE SMELL IS SICKENING
        PEOPLE CONSTANTLY TRY TO STEP OUT OF DEATH
        READERS TRY TO STEP AWAY FROM POETRY
        “OH MY GOD, IT WAS POSSIBLY WRITTEN BY A MACHINE”
        ———-are poets facing extinction ?
        POETRY OVERSTUFFED WITH GENERALITIES
        CONSTANTLY SMACKED WITH A EMILY DICKINSON
        DISSOLVING MEMORIES OF BLUE-BLACK BULLS

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  24. multiplemichael

    POETIC PORTALS TO THE ANUS
    ————————– FROM THE ANUS
    FETUS IN A GLASS JAR
    NEW LIFE-NEW POETRY
    EMBRYOS DEFORMED FROM INCEST
    SUBTERRANEAN FAMILY SEX
    MUTATED SEXUAL ORGANS
    JACKIE O. POETRY
    MACHINE FREE
    NOT JAR FREE
    BABY GROWS INTO THE JAR SHAPE
    THE POEM LIKEWISE
    BY FLASHLIGHT—YOU LIMPING
    I WARNED YOU JOHNNY BOY

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    • multiplemichael

      UNROMANTICALLY CLUBBED TO DEATH
      LIKE A BABY SEAL
      SWAYING IN THE EVENING WIND
      I TOLD YOU TO GO HOME
      AND STAY INDOORS
      POETRY A LITTLE WORSE FOR THE WEAR
      BUFFERED WORDS STICKING OUT
      WORDS STOLEN FROM OBITUARIES

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      • multiplemichael

        WORDS STOLEN FROM OBITUARIES
        SIDELONG EYES AND SLITS NOT VISIBLE
        MED SCHOOL FINGERS FEELING IN THE DARK
        GIRLS FROM THE NURSERY TO THE KENNEL
        EXCESS HAIR AND OUT-OF-DOORS SMELL
        CALENDARS FOR THE RED SUBWAY
        BALES OF COTTON AND PLUGS

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    • eatmorewords

      I took the warnings
      I heeded the words
      I destroyed the machine
      selected passport 26 changed my clothes and hair
      re-located by flashlight a team behind obliterating traces
      the detectives and tied up in knots shoelaces and mazes

      Jackie O And her Micheal tattoo
      between thighs
      stained

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  25. multiplemichael

    how to calculate the human cost of writing————-
    poets in the dark
    educated ones with flashlights
    searching for anything unrepresentational
    trash people replaced with trashier people
    discrepancies at work make you nervous
    a long list of whipping-joys
    ———————————
    ———————————
    the dong is never immune
    faceless automatons with holes
    the bed—little else than creaking lumber

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    • eatmorewords

      the light shone bright on the scarecrow – uneducated words spat
      GRAB THAT PUSSY* – trash people get what they deserve – NASCAR men cheering on
      – I pray for a better tomorrow
      red caps marching

      *he ain’t talking about cats

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    • eatmorewords

      the different connotations of the word he used – the Puritans buried their head in the sand – some words are best left unsaid

      the best way to end my life would would be through inertia but a little
      a little more dangerous

      the only way I could hear my new sounds was in a vacuum

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  26. multiplemichael

    INTUITIVE GUESSES
    SCIENTIFIC DISCOVERIES
    the notion of something nonhuman
    television reeks of digesting tough food
    the library dishes out literary gruel
    WEAKNESSES
    in the romance department
    beneath the surface
    submarine reality
    indistinguishable
    Melville men
    thicker and longer
    slick and tight
    immediate feelings
    mysterious intensity
    how long could it last ?

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