failed interview 

the questions he asked held no relevance 

he took notes and I looked out the window to the office 
opposite , 
another room with cabinets
people & computers 
water coolers, a broken printer –
drably personalised work spaces with kids drawing and motivational quotes spat over an inspiring landscape of mountains or soft still lakes, 
dust settles and stays on the leaves of plastic plants,
 (  disgruntled secretary, 
floor two, has her mothers ashes stored in a Russian doll on her desk and a draw full paper clips and staples ) 
I didn’t get the job

they gave it to a man who likes fat woman to sit on his face 
 
outside
they all stood about 
electric cigarettes,
looking like dildos
gripped 
between fingers or hanging loosely from their face, 
in their 10 minutes of freedom they were covered in vapours 
Advertisements

13 comments

  1. multiplemichael

    THAT DISGRUNTLED SECRETARY ON THE 2nd FLOOR
    SHE HAS OVER 7000 REASONS TO BE DISGRUNTLED
    AS A CHILD SHE WAS TOLD THE #1 REASON
    AS AN ADULT SHE KNOWS EVERYTHING IS PHONY
    THAT RUSSIAN DOLL—-NOT EVEN CLOSE
    HER MOTHER’S ASHES—THEY’RE STILL ALIVE IN NEW JERSEY
    SHE DREAMS OF EXPLODING GOOD INTENTIONS
    AND DIVINE INTERVENTION
    EACH DAY BEING ONE OF UNREST, ANXIETY, AND UNCERTAINTY
    ANY PROBLEM CAN BE RESOLVED BY RATIONAL MEANS (?)
    IF ONLY SHE COULD FINISH THAT NOVEL
    IF ONLY SHE COULD DECEIVE THE READER
    DECEPTION BEING THE QUEEN OF LITERATURE
    TO OUTSTRIP THE READER—WHAT ROYALTY

    Like

  2. multiplemichael

    A SOLITARY OUTCAST OF SOCIETY
    LIVING IN A FAIRGROUND SHACK
    MISS DISGRUNTLED SECRETARY
    ON THE 2nd FLOOR
    IMPREGNATED WITH THE SEED
    OF ONE MAN WITH 7000 LIES
    SHE WAS TOLD THAT HE WOULD PULL OUT
    REPUDIATED A MAN
    WHO HAD REPUDIATED HER

    Like

    • eatmorewords

      talking heads living in a shotgun shack – the place name obscured by oil smeared fingerprints – lost somewhere in the index
      the secretary
      impregnated by 300lb man with sweaty sticky seed
      and no intention to pull out or reverse – lonely secretary writing emails to faceless names from a directory
      somewhere inside the building –

      things happen

      Like

      • multiplemichael

        SHOTGUN STICKS OUTSIDE KENTUCKY ?
        WHO WAS THE HAMBONE OF THE POEM ?
        TEXTURAL AND RHYTHMIC POSSIBILITIES
        WHAT IF THE 300lb MAN WAS REALLY 175lbs
        AND NOT A STRANGER IN A DIRECTORY
        BUT HER BROTHER
        COUNTLESS YEARS OF ROOTEDNESS
        BUT NO KISSING
        NOT A SINGLE KISS
        OR A VALENTINE
        *doggy-style with politeness that often took her
        to the highest rung of the ladder
        when things got really hot
        she would rub herself
        and yank on his sac

        Like

      • multiplemichael

        DADDY LIKED WHEN SHE GOT ROUGH WITH THE RUB
        YANKING ON HIS SAC—PENDULUM PARADISE PULL
        EVOCATIVENESS (!!!)
        EVEN ON THE DEATHBED
        THE DESIRE FOR MORE
        SIGNATURES ON THE NAKED ORGAN
        AUTOGRAPHED DADDY STICK
        INTELLECTUAL-ARTISTIC
        LOOKOUTS IN LUST
        STRAPLESS

        Like

      • multiplemichael

        100mph IN A MERCURY CONVERTIBLE
        THE FATAL CAR CRASH
        REMOVED HER STRAPLESS TOP
        THE WHOLE WORLD COULD SEE
        HER CASCADES
        HAIR FROM MEXICO
        ON THE DASH
        *physical pleasures came to a halt

        Like

      • multiplemichael

        DRIVES AND COMPULSIONS
        HELL MAN, DID YOU NEED THAT JOB ?
        IMPAIRED
        LEFT THAT WORD ON YOUR PILLOW
        LIKE A BLACK BOMB
        INCOMPETENCE FROM THE ASS
        DESCENDED FROM MONKEYS
        TEXTBOOK BLACK BOMB TURD
        DECLARED HERETICAL AT THE INTERVIEW
        UNDERMINED
        CHALLENGED
        GENESIS WAS RIGHT
        GENETIC ENGINEERING
        DISCHARGES FROM THE CURIE HOUSE
        ACADEMIC COMMUNITIES
        SCRUTINIZED
        I SAY, JOHNNY BOY
        YOU WERE SCRUTINIZED

        Like

      • eatmorewords

        scrutinised down to the very last atom, background checked in triplicate,
        all aliases uncovered
        new names pinned to the
        same old face –

        Floridian Michael, ghosting over invisible lines of territory,
        small holdall contains contraband

        – they knew there were caches of material buried in four continents

        they kept screaming:
        “WHY ARENT YOU LIVING A CHRISTIAN LIFE?”
        “WHY ARENT YOU LIVING A CHRISTIAN LIFE?”
        “WHY ARENT YOU LIVING A CHRISTIAN LIFE?”

        ——————————————

        from the window
        amputees in the cargo bay

        Like

      • multiplemichael

        PHRASES THAT SURPRISE THE EAR
        THE LITERAL BIRTH OF JESUS
        CELLS THAT DUPLICATE
        MULTIPLICITY
        ——————-
        UNFINISHED BUSINESS
        WHY REPEAT WHAT YOU CAN REVERSE ?
        HOPELESS CONFUSION COMPOUNDED
        PAUSELESS WATER AND CRAZY MOON
        YOU ARE NORTH OF ME
        I AM SOUTH OF YOU

        Like

      • multiplemichael

        at the interview—-did they try to wash your sin white ?
        symbolic urine to check for drugs
        narcotics from the wedded state
        were you given a certificate of status ?
        the burden of employment
        immured behind bars
        —————————————————————-
        —————————————————————-
        outside the world runs wild
        iodine on damaged knees
        poor St. Paul blinded

        Like

  3. multiplemichael

    not knowing what to say
    I said, “I think I’m ready for an exercise in hedonistic calculus”
    sodomy with its wide range of pain
    not the brown stick sodomy
    but the sodomy explored in poetry
    excruciating combinations of words
    completely free of niceties

    Like

    • multiplemichael

      ACKNOWLEDGED ON THE PATH OUT OF LIFE
      RUBBISH AND WOMEN AND DRUGS
      RECOGNITION OF SINS
      PSYCHOLOGY AND POETRY
      THE GHOST TEMPLE IN THE MIRROR
      FRONTIERS OUTSIDE THE FRONT DOOR
      POINT THE GUN AND PEOPLE GET JESUS
      MONEY MEANS NOTHING FACING DEATH
      GOD IN ETERNITY IS PINK WORM
      IMMINENT DEATH BABY BIRD
      PRELIMINARY DEFINITIONS
      NO RESTORING DECAY
      MADE FLESH NO MORE

      Like

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s