The Low Down Writing. I needed a place to store it. Here it is. If you’ve come this far, why not have a read? Share this:FacebookMoreGoogleLike this:Like Loading... 152 comments December 26, 2011 - 2:37 am 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. LikeLike Reply December 28, 2011 - 10:15 am 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. LikeLike Reply August 18, 2015 - 7:23 pm 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) LikeLike August 18, 2015 - 7:30 pm 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 LikeLike December 23, 2014 - 2:05 am 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 LikeLike Reply July 12, 2013 - 10:49 am Trent Lewin Yes. LikeLike Reply September 22, 2014 - 1:03 am 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 LikeLike Reply September 22, 2014 - 1:45 am Trent Lewin Where. The hell. Have you been. LikeLike September 23, 2014 - 10:51 pm 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) LikeLike Reply September 27, 2014 - 4:14 pm 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 LikeLike Reply September 25, 2014 - 12:38 am 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 LikeLike Reply September 26, 2014 - 11:49 pm 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 LikeLike Reply September 28, 2014 - 2:21 am 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 LikeLike September 28, 2014 - 8:59 am 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 LikeLike September 28, 2014 - 4:29 pm 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 – LikeLike September 29, 2014 - 3:41 am 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 LikeLike September 29, 2014 - 6:12 pm 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 – LikeLike September 29, 2014 - 6:38 am 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 LikeLike September 30, 2014 - 12:22 pm 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 LikeLike September 30, 2014 - 12:39 pm 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 LikeLike Reply October 2, 2014 - 2:56 am 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 LikeLike Reply October 2, 2014 - 10:48 pm 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 LikeLike October 3, 2014 - 1:34 am 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 LikeLike October 3, 2014 - 7:31 pm 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 LikeLike October 3, 2014 - 1:50 am 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 LikeLike October 3, 2014 - 8:35 pm 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 LikeLike October 4, 2014 - 7:23 am 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 LikeLike October 4, 2014 - 3:07 am multiplemichael SURGERY ON POEMS WORDS THAT WILL NOT SLIDE OFF THE TONGUE A BODY PART A HOT SPOT FOR VOLUNTEERS DE’ RATHER FAMOUS PACHYDERM DONG LikeLike October 5, 2014 - 7:49 am 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 LikeLike October 5, 2014 - 10:58 pm 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 LikeLike October 6, 2014 - 5:46 pm 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 LikeLike October 5, 2014 - 11:37 pm 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 LikeLike October 5, 2014 - 11:53 pm 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 LikeLike October 6, 2014 - 6:03 pm 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 LikeLike October 6, 2014 - 1:01 pm 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 LikeLike Reply October 6, 2014 - 1:20 pm 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 ? LikeLike Reply October 6, 2014 - 5:55 pm 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 LikeLike October 7, 2014 - 12:13 am 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 LikeLike October 7, 2014 - 12:53 pm 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 LikeLike October 8, 2014 - 5:32 am 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 LikeLike October 7, 2014 - 12:56 pm multiplemichael ——————————————————————————————————— ——————————————————————————————————— ——————————————————————————————————— ————————-EROS REMOVED ITS HAND—————————————- AND ECONOMICAL SODOMY TOOK ROOT——————————————– ——————————————————————————————————— ——————————————————————————————————— ——————————————————————————————————— LikeLike Reply October 8, 2014 - 12:12 am 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 LikeLike Reply October 8, 2014 - 6:48 pm 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 – LikeLike October 9, 2014 - 2:30 am multiplemichael —–SMILING APPRECIATION—– PHOTOGRAPH AFTER PHOTOGRAPH ODD COLOR EUPHEMISMS DILUTED STARES AT RAGGED LANDSCAPE VELVET SOFTNESS TENDER TOUCHING THE PARTING OF SEPARATION POUTINGLY PROVOCATIVE LikeLike October 10, 2014 - 6:43 am 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 LikeLike October 9, 2014 - 3:22 am 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 LikeLike October 9, 2014 - 11:10 pm 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 LikeLike October 10, 2014 - 1:02 am 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 LikeLike October 10, 2014 - 3:00 am multiplemichael VITALIZING SPARKLE THE POLICE REPORT WAS SPRAWLING YOU WERE MENTIONED 17 TIMES A GOLD STAR FOR YOUR ABILITY TO RETAIN REPRODUCTIVE FLUIDS LikeLike Reply October 10, 2014 - 11:52 pm 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 LikeLike Reply October 11, 2014 - 1:43 am multiplemichael 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 LikeLike Reply October 13, 2014 - 2:30 am 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 LikeLike October 13, 2014 - 2:51 am multiplemichael ALL THEY WOULD OFFER TO EAT WAS BLACK BREAD WITH THE LEVIATHAN SEAL ONE BOO AFTER ANOTHER WALKING CEMETERIES WITHOUT SOCKS LikeLike Reply October 13, 2014 - 3:23 pm 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” LikeLike Reply October 13, 2014 - 11:23 pm 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 LikeLike October 15, 2014 - 12:46 am 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 LikeLike October 15, 2014 - 8:30 pm 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 LikeLike October 16, 2014 - 11:55 am 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 LikeLike Reply October 16, 2014 - 12:03 pm 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 LikeLike Reply October 16, 2014 - 12:53 pm 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 ? LikeLike October 16, 2014 - 2:12 pm 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 LikeLike October 16, 2014 - 5:18 pm 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 LikeLike October 16, 2014 - 8:57 pm 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 LikeLike October 16, 2014 - 9:08 pm 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 LikeLike Reply October 18, 2014 - 2:23 am 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 ? LikeLike Reply October 19, 2014 - 2:59 am 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 LikeLike Reply October 19, 2014 - 3:06 am multiplemichael A TEMPER TANTRUM ON METH TO THUS BRING THRILLS COMFORT OUT THE WINDOW HARD ROCKS AND BROKEN GLASS SECULAR BUTTER FOR LUBE MOTORCYCLE MAN BABY SKULLS FOR JEWELRY BABY SKULLS WITH REAL HAIR LikeLike Reply October 19, 2014 - 11:52 am 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 LikeLike Reply October 19, 2014 - 3:12 pm 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 LikeLike Reply October 20, 2014 - 9:11 pm 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 LikeLike October 20, 2014 - 9:37 pm 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 LikeLike October 20, 2014 - 11:39 pm 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 LikeLike October 20, 2014 - 11:52 pm 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 LikeLike Reply October 22, 2014 - 2:53 am 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 LikeLike Reply October 22, 2014 - 8:00 am multiplemichael ——————-where can one find disembodied intelligence ?————- ASIAN CHILDREN WITH LIGHT BONE MASS JUMP FROM GREAT HEIGHTS AND SEEM TO FLOAT ON THIN AIR LikeLike October 22, 2014 - 8:09 am 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 LikeLike October 22, 2014 - 8:43 pm 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 LikeLike October 22, 2014 - 11:06 am 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 LikeLike Reply October 22, 2014 - 11:56 pm 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 LikeLike Reply October 23, 2014 - 9:49 am 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” LikeLike Reply October 23, 2014 - 10:02 am 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 LikeLike October 26, 2014 - 1:49 am 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 LikeLike October 27, 2014 - 2:27 am 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 LikeLike October 27, 2014 - 12:49 pm 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 LikeLike October 23, 2014 - 5:02 pm 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 LikeLike Reply October 27, 2014 - 12:52 pm multiplemichael LOWER-CASING AT REST STOPS ON THE TURNPIKE LOWER-CASING AT REST STOPS ON I-95 BOTH DIRECTIONS—NORTH AND SOUTH BODIES OF EVERY SHAPE AND FORM WORDS IN THE HUMAN DICTIONARY LikeLike October 29, 2014 - 8:42 pm 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 — LikeLike October 28, 2014 - 10:32 am 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 LikeLike October 28, 2014 - 1:39 pm 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 LikeLike Reply October 29, 2014 - 10:40 pm eatmorewords She put candles in the black bread and told me it was birthday cake – I ate the candles LikeLike Reply October 30, 2014 - 1:33 am multiplemichael FIVE MINUTES BEFORE YOUR MAGAZINE FAME YOUR SHADOW ACTS UP THEY COVER YOU WITH CURTAINS AWKWARD PANGS AND SURGES DOCTORS OF VERBAL CLARITY VISUAL ACCURACY FIERY FINGERS PUSH LikeLike Reply October 30, 2014 - 2:02 am 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 LikeLike Reply October 31, 2014 - 12:48 am 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 LikeLike Reply October 31, 2014 - 12:54 am 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 LikeLike Reply November 2, 2014 - 11:35 pm 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 LikeLike Reply November 2, 2014 - 11:48 pm 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 LikeLike November 1, 2014 - 1:07 am 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 LikeLike Reply November 3, 2014 - 11:14 pm 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 LikeLike Reply November 4, 2014 - 9:08 am 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 LikeLike November 4, 2014 - 4:14 pm 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 ? LikeLike November 4, 2014 - 4:48 pm 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 LikeLike Reply November 4, 2014 - 4:58 pm multiplemichael CRAVING AND HUNGER AND NOT FOR THE MOUTH PINK BLUSHFUL LIPS UNSEEN LITTLE RESISTANCE ORALITY TO IDENTIFICATION FEROCIOUS ANIMALS WITH HUMAN NAMES ONE DOES NOT FEEL SAFE LikeLike Reply November 5, 2014 - 1:29 pm 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” LikeLike November 7, 2014 - 3:20 am 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 LikeLike November 8, 2014 - 1:56 am 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 LikeLike Reply November 8, 2014 - 1:59 am multiplemichael ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————did I mention that she liked to kill squirrels and sniff their backsides ?——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————– LikeLike Reply November 8, 2014 - 11:27 pm 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 LikeLike Reply November 9, 2014 - 1:04 pm 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? LikeLike November 9, 2014 - 9:58 pm 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 LikeLike November 11, 2014 - 10:31 pm 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 LikeLike November 11, 2014 - 10:40 pm multiplemichael YOU MUST CATCH IT DROP ENOROMOUS GLOP TRY ALL THE CAMERA ANGLES MAKE IT AS BIZARRE AS POSSIBLE FUNHOUSE-MIRROR DISTENTIONS TURQUOISE, PISTACHIO OBTRUDING GOLDS SCHIZOID AND WET LikeLike November 11, 2014 - 10:44 pm 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 LikeLike November 12, 2014 - 1:44 am 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” LikeLike Reply November 13, 2014 - 10:34 am 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 LikeLike Reply November 21, 2014 - 2:07 am 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” LikeLike Reply November 25, 2014 - 11:05 am 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 LikeLike December 4, 2014 - 10:12 am 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” LikeLike June 29, 2015 - 10:06 pm 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 !!! LikeLike July 3, 2015 - 9:04 am 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 LikeLike July 3, 2015 - 2:28 pm 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 LikeLike July 3, 2015 - 9:12 am 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 LikeLike July 4, 2015 - 12:16 am 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 LikeLike July 4, 2015 - 7:54 am 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 LikeLike July 5, 2015 - 10:30 pm 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 LikeLike July 6, 2015 - 6:47 am 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 LikeLike July 6, 2015 - 9:04 pm 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 LikeLike July 13, 2015 - 12:10 am 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 LikeLike December 26, 2014 - 1:10 pm Tokoni O. Uti Hi, I’m Tokoni, A student and poet. Its nice to meet your I’d like to invite you to my blog, http://www.insanitybeautiful.wordpress.com if you’re interested. Thanks! LikeLike Reply July 15, 2015 - 11:21 pm 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 LikeLike Reply July 18, 2015 - 10:09 am 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 LikeLike Reply July 20, 2015 - 10:52 pm 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 LikeLike July 20, 2015 - 10:58 pm 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 LikeLike July 21, 2015 - 10:47 pm multiplemichael ANGRY PEOPLE WANT COMFORT NOT CEMETERY COMFORT POETRY ADEQUATELY EXPLAINED CONSEQUENCES FOR WORDS LikeLike Reply July 22, 2015 - 9:52 am 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 LikeLike Reply July 26, 2015 - 12:00 am 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 LikeLike Reply July 26, 2015 - 8:47 am 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? LikeLike Reply July 26, 2015 - 10:39 am 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 LikeLike July 26, 2015 - 3:28 pm 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 LikeLike July 28, 2015 - 6:46 am 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) LikeLike July 26, 2015 - 10:49 am 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 LikeLike Reply July 27, 2015 - 12:48 pm 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 LikeLike Reply July 28, 2015 - 6:41 am 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 LikeLike July 29, 2015 - 10:02 pm 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 LikeLike August 7, 2015 - 12:09 am 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 LikeLike Reply August 8, 2015 - 1:47 am 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 LikeLike Reply August 10, 2015 - 10:44 am 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 LikeLike August 18, 2015 - 8:05 am 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 LikeLike Reply October 10, 2016 - 1:42 pm 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 LikeLike Reply October 12, 2016 - 6:49 am 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 LikeLike Reply October 12, 2016 - 11:12 pm multiplemichael all sides of a complex word PUSSY has sometimes been linked with Puritan influences a brilliant pink burlesque in any language better left untouched ****warning: involuntary imbecility LikeLike Reply October 13, 2016 - 9:38 pm 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 LikeLike Reply October 13, 2016 - 2:18 pm 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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