Rhys Langston Nebbish Frederick Douglass
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 farmers 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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