Bobby Fisher

"This is Madness"
"He the King, he poisoned the water supply of the whole entire village of kinship"

Now nod if you're nuts
Ink blots and bottles of dust
Who else can best describe the inner binding of guts besides me?
I squat in the hut chewing on adrenal glands, face war painted in lined prints of blood
Screaming at the top of my lungs
Because the cricket legs moving inside my skull
They don't stop when I'm done
Grip mics solid enough
With almost the same exact chokehold as DeSalvo when I polished it up
What do you know about stage presence?
Mine is phat and way-tremendous
I get amped and crowds gather to block the fire escape exits
To see what sounds like me and elephants in rage, wrestling
Walk away with his tusks and braids bented
Flex weight and then sit

Now, wait a second, Jak on a happy beat?
But it's hard for me
I can drag teams during handicap track meets
Gold medalist wheelchair basketball, pole-vaulting athlete on acid tab sheets
Slipped under me turtle neck
Virus crew journalist
Safari shorts, shotgun, arm tourniquet, shooting range target practice behind workmen shed
Hunter tennis head stripe visor
Johnny Depp Vegas showroom red typewriter
Deep freeze white water dust broom
Psilocybe in nuns room
Alpine ravenous picking mushrooms
Poke index at Saturn rings
Nobody knows that I went fisher king at the gathering

Scratches are by Fred Ones