August 06, 1999
4:45 P.M. pdt 
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"antichrist.com "
The
devil is in the details, folks, that's what he told me last night, anyway.
I turned on the tv, settled back to relax, and he just wouldn't go away.
He covers my ears with erudition, and he covers my mouth with a stain.
I learned not to listen to him long ago, yet he's always there when I feel
any pain.
He stays for a drink, and he chats by the hour, and by midnight you won't
see his hooves.
He has stories to tell, and he does this real well, he goes automode, easy
he grooves.
He was relating a tale, all hearty and hale, and we ran out of booze dope
and food.
He said never mind this time, the first time you don't need to pay, and I
thought for a minute, that's good.
He was there in the chat rooms, on the internet, too, waxing purely poetic
, serene
He was really sorta hip, and could surmise at a clip that I found both alarming
and keen.
The devil is always around boys and girls, and I gave him no cause to depart.
By the time Jesus arrived, the party had died, but the devil was doing his
part
To rejoice you and me, and almost succeeded you see, but we're smarter than
that don't ya know.
Jesus went to the kitchen and got the last beer, but the devil was moving
real slow.
We put on some Charlie Daniels, it was a vinyl lp, because you see
I never got around to purchasing the devil's songs on cd.
Jesus thought it was cool, but he just couldn't stay, and the devil passed
out on the couch.
My head started to hurt, so I needed to be curt, and I gave the devil his
due.
"Just get out of the house, don't let the door hit your ass", I
laughed but he paid it no heed.
He gave me his e-mail address and a wink, said visit my website and bleed.
The devil is here in the details, you see..
And we all have a damned good ol' time.
But Jesus has too many webisites for the devil to log on to, and he's far
too busy to see the crime.
The antichrist knocks at the door every hour.
The tv preaches killings and hate.
I get locked up in the puter and thank my good graces,
That the devil, tonight, will be late.
Jesus has 10,432 hits on his page.
The devil has 666,666,666.
I locked the door tonight, though it gave the devil a fright, and let Jesus
get in his few licks.
We are all part of the universal mind,
The devil and Jesus and me.
The force, and the farce, and the good, and the bad.
Till tomorrow, and eternity.
(some excuse for poetry, eh?)
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copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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