[with] lurid, astonishing, confounding stories,
leaving us /
richly barren, forever dreaming /
of a time there will be more –
https://prisonist.org/poem-louis-the-coin-by-ravi-shankar/
We’ve got a song, we’ve got a poem, we’ve got an exhibit, we’ve got photos and video and we’ve got a book.
And, oh yeah, we’ve got a screenplay: You Thought It
Was More …
[Louis] produced perfect tokens/
that allowed him to bilk /
the ultimate swindlers,
the casinos for four years … /
… Lavish Louis in his loafers /
On a yacht flying one sail: /
LLO ladies love outlaws. /
Even in prison, he laughed … /
… I don’t know how /
He weathered hypertension, /
Wardens, dementia, chronic /
Obstructive pulmonary disease, /
Correctional officers, chaplains /
And loneliness those last months … /
Louis the Coin’s Garage of Magic,
As seen by poet Ravi Shankar:
… It was like the enchanted inside /
Of a sorcerer’s workshop … /
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