All That Jazz, And Slam Poetry, Too

Hey, man— 

You be cool now and don’t 
Be such a drag—I tell you this 

Ain’t no waste of our time—no way— 
You just take another toke and look back

At what all those wiped out long gone 
Hepcats that came before us done 

Drug in. 

Four-eyed Doppelgänger Before The Treacherous Looking Glass

The last time 
You looked, you looked 
Twice and kept 
Rubbing your eyes 
At the spectacle 
Of seeing

For the first time 
An aging 
Sold out poet
Seeing his 
Younger double
Crossing double.

Metallic Elephantine Yarn Full Of Medallions

The verdict’s out
At last, you fools—

The moon’s ravishing
Green cheesecake

Now belongs fully
To those bright yellow

Jawing dervishes who keep
Insisting they live on

A glorious whirling
Silver platter replete

With leftover wishbones
Riven from the heads

Of bloody adjudicating asses.

Cerberus Redux, Neighborhood Hellhound

Oh, I know what you’re thinking 
That was eons ago and a myth at that 
But let your fancy stray a bit 
And he’s still there, this time 
Serving time in a postcard-sized yard 
And chained to a post just outside 

The entrance to his derelict doghouse, 
Barking what sounds like 
All his three heads off 
Day and night and fated to 
Never leave his post, not even 
To stretch his cramped muscles 
Or take a well-deserved doggy dump 

Or piss somewhere save right 
By his stinking house, all the while 
Giving us the grotesque but not so 
Far-fetched impression he’s not 
Guarding the premises after all, 
Just making sure the subhuman 
Residents of this pit of a hellhole stay 
Put forever there.

The All For Naught Brief: An Airtight Case For And Against Impeaching A Fantasy World

I hear that 

Something is definitely in 
The air out 

Of the ordinary 
And is not 

What you think 
It is.