poet laureate of my living room
poet laureate of my living room
poet laureate of my living room
poet laureate of my living room

elephant in the hallway,
poet laureate of my living room,
dripping trunk snot,
down-talking the TMC in Khartoum

the nebbish Frederick Douglass
feeling peckish,
techno-yiddish scribbled with a pencil,
vestibule, a threshold of lectures,
lectern as he raps all the measures

reclaimant on the bidet,
shoeless pedant, yeah in the dining room,
on hands and knees with a genuflect,
trademarks phenotypes with Legal Zoom

raps in fugues, sestinas,
Prussian Blue iambs begrudges
antifa farmer’s market luncheon,
yeah, hair parted like a truncheon


Huey P, à la carte, à la mode Hebdo
in the drawing room,
sketching prophets in the margins,
dry humping scripture, yeah well,
on a full moon

pre-fab in the 9th house,
flipping-flopping in a gender neutral blouse,
abstract verse just to out-joust
just to out-joust

poet laureate of my living room
poet laureate of my living room
poet laureate of my living room
poet laureate of my living room

peanut butter Sandy Koufax
spitting cold facts
in the cryochamber,
no hitter, eight figures rejoined with words,
syntax spinning like an Escher spitter

eschewing monochrome delusions,
every step and footprint a Black realist movement,
expanding bibliography for the duration
of the Uber

talking shop, chewing lipids,
liquid diet sans pill-form stock nonfiction,
placebo freelance eccentric evidence of
a pre-screened well goal post postgrad diction

with a PR firm over my thumb,
facial recognition, yo, on the upswung,
downsized, upsold
solid-state wheezing like just another iron lung

“partate the bars,” says the Creole Voltaire,
23 back-up discs yeah in the time-share,
single lyric sheet for each sector and hemisphere
with a reading fee so laissez-faire

sitting mid-vacation deloused,
bouncing .wav files, yeah surfing on a couch,
poet laureate of my living room,
bed and breakfast, yeah in a random house
motherfucker

poet laureate of my living room
poet laureate of my living room
poet laureate of my living room
poet laureate of my living room

“ohh, get up or get out the way! I might be in the studio or something, but I’m still getting hype!”

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