Open Mic at The Oswego Tea House

Rock-hopper Koala
a showboat showoff
one of the real neophyte off-white
hot pants flappers
dances in an itsy-bitsy glitter glass bikini
with the body of a brass wine flask
suffers peg-leg stigmata
recites sonnet texts from a silo oracle.

The accompanist Bristol Esau
(a snooker table pen name)
and a member of the royal society
of radio cyborgs
tickles the Tibetan Ivories
performing unicorn boogie-woogie
an operatic euphony
on a withered out of tune stuntman organ.

Together they open woe,
open wounds
peel away scabby scars of society
impale inanimate lunar moths
with needles of pliable tantric
marsh mellow melodies
odd asps of modern art
highlighted in a toga opine annex
music and verse presented
in a nanobot nutshell
spiced with nutmeg
saved by hell’s bells.