con artist 

a con artist in the big house

   the tiniest hands the easiest of crimes 

  a stolen nation

stored rock by rock in safety deposit boxes 

above him

out of his league
toss him through the window

leave him at the side of the road 
into a pile of plug in girlfriends

discarded as hard to clean for  

fear of damaging conduits and coils 
that hiss 

and fizz and the sound of a can of Coke opening is the sound of Satan leaving your soul 
said the priest 
the church of Coke: 

artistic glass bottles of the 1950s 

shaped like woman you wanted to fuck 

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37 comments

  1. multiplemichael

    I sent a resume to Pontius Pilate
    had no other address than Palace:

    Pontius Pilate
    @ Palace

    before the Crucifixion
    I would deliver plug-in sex dolls,
    Q-tips to clean the marital aids,
    bulletins of upcoming bull fights
    and cockfights

    one day in a golf cart
    I released a slight hiss and fizz
    some Echinacea and B-12
    solved that dilemma

    in America, The Church of Coke
    has nothing to do with soft drinks
    one side of the railroad tracks
    (+) Church of Meth
    other side of the tracks
    (+) Church of Coke
    sometimes people burrow under the barrier
    and partake of both sides
    (+) one side, you might get sodomized by someone smoking a cigar
    (+) the other side, you might ride an elevator for the first time

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    • eatmorewords

      Pilates email address was hosted by Freeserve – 4577 spam emails about cock girth
      – Nigerian requests for $16million
      he spend hours looking for the invite to that meal –
      – after the last meal they did lines of Coke
      lines cut with the Spear of Destiny
      — confusion and fight I’M THE FIRST DISCIPLE
      I’M THE FIRST DISCIPLE

      all at time when socks didn’t exist

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    • multiplemichael

      800 or more men dressed in polo-paisley
      standing outside looking up at Pontius Pilate
      a jaunty foxtrot rhythm in the background
      ———————–
      (direct confrontation with words)
      words that leave one not equipped
      shared drama hiding in the bushes
      until the morning sun

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      • eatmorewords

        still looking at comments from 5th November
        – I’m living in the past –
        the illiterate poet on the back foot
        – not equipped for the job
        like painting in one colour
        – climbing a mountain barefoot
        gazing at the sun
        till you go blind

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      • multiplemichael

        not only unfamiliar
        but also unintelligible
        essential language
        make a list of all the “MIKES”
        that you know
        kill the skinny ones
        and those without a beard
        let no one stand in your way
        fewer “MIKES” equals
        less anal inconvenience
        less Niagara diarrhea
        less red chafe

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      • eatmorewords

        many mikes
        – members of bands
        – ham actors
        – fat mike skinny mike bearded mike gay mike mike with three fingers mike in an aeroplane mike in a downtown police cell
        all the miles together standing in a row stretches to Omaha

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    • multiplemichael

      if Aldous Huxley can ever escape the butt crack
      of Swami Prabhavananda
      he swears that he will murder me
      “I would just be a stain on blotter paper”
      MultipleMichael Dead at the Hands of Aldous Huxley
      ————–just watch the London Tabloids————-

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  2. multiplemichael

    I tried to take the noise-maker
    to your street
    but I fell asleep
    in the J. Lennon Airport
    someone in Liverpool
    stole my expensive torpedo
    probably a racial insect
    (+) poets never write about creatures
    experiencing a private psycho-physical existence

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    • multiplemichael

      a pantomime of lovemaking
      new and strange
      foreign——–possibly American
      —————————-
      concentrating
      on the provocative thread count
      hyper-expensive socks
      unprotected on the floor
      —————————-
      slip them on in the dark
      and suddenly
      become traumatically alive

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      • eatmorewords

        early morning poetry is half remembered sketches from
        last night dreams
        —bones buried under soil
        confusion of what determines “homeland”
        “indigenous”

        stolen or borrowed

        traumatic stuff baby bird
        you need a repeat prescription

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  3. multiplemichael

    nursery rhymes for older folks
    the words set to a barrelhouse piano riff
    Mia Farrow having daydreams of marrying Frank Sinatra
    Frank Sinatra living in a state of cocoon-like isolation
    rumors were flying about his dilapidated genitals
    ****John Lennon said it best,
    “everybody’s got something to hide except for me and my monkey”

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  4. multiplemichael

    ——————-POETRY WORKSHOP
    the chain reaction
    that lead to the birth of a poem
    1000 fulcrums in one day
    threads of circumstance
    threads of randomness
    a nonstarter hot to trot
    ****I was forced to stop and go home

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    • eatmorewords

      the poetry workshop was inundated with demands for refunds –
      – people thought after one meeting they’d be professionals
      THE FOOLS
      a few descriptive words for a tree
      a line about the beauty of a flower or lost love
      NONSENSE. NONSENSE.

      the quiet one in the corner wrote about the brutality of urban architecture

      (he was told to go home )

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  5. multiplemichael

    ———unconditional surrender————
    walked into the honeymoon suite
    in guilt and frustration
    having had my heart broken
    just wanted it to be “ordinary”
    —————————-
    except for the cigarettes
    she was a mortician’s dummy
    the kind they train those trade school girls

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  6. multiplemichael

    I was awkward
    she was defensive
    eyeing one another
    for the first time
    with the lights on
    she said, “you’re pudgy”
    I thought of that goat in Greece
    with the ring painted around its eye
    I asked, “do you realize that you’re pooping pellets ?”
    ****a quick note to mommy (she thinks it perfectly normal
    to defecate in bed)

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  7. multiplemichael

    baffled by intercourse
    she said that I had to stick it in
    to make it legal
    words from a prophet of doom
    unbending and precise
    it went in
    forthcoming much too soon
    regularity stepped on like a roach
    “you got your nut………first and last in one go”

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  8. multiplemichael

    a downside of being rich:
    everyone constantly complains
    about the injustice
    of having to earn a living
    ————permanently impaired employment
    convenient to pity most people
    work clothing crawling up their ass
    medieval gossip at the tea counter
    what was on the tube
    nobody talks about shooting a giant wad
    or coughing up a hairball
    sidestepping invitations
    lacking a particularly sympathetic personality
    cured of drink but not the meth
    ————excess money makes people funny
    trading drugs with physicians
    new-found love in motels
    stimulants so strong
    your eyes turn red
    ————poetry about reasonable girls
    limitless expense
    5 trips to the ATM
    without the glory of money
    they huddle in the corner
    like damaged zoo apes
    without the glory of meth
    they huddle in the corner
    like mascots of yesterday

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    • eatmorewords

      the rich in their new socks
      and new shoes in their new cars and sitting on new seats watching a TV screen wider than the horizon
      – life through a prism
      – a life filled with things
      – a massive weight bearing down conversations with the psychiatrist

      role play escape : sleep with the poor
      – wear the same pair of pants twice
      – secret trips to darktown
      – written in diaries with a Montblanc

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