Ozzy Oswald Drops Names For Clout

Poems written on Reddit Public Access, March 14th, 2021. The day before my birthday. It feels appropriate to start this new packaging of my poems on the eve of my anniversary with this world. 

Ozzy Oswald, Reading Live at Club Zapruder the Night Caesar Was Stabbed

If Christine Chubbuck could see me now -
    rancid opening, I'll agree guns down, 

still you gotta get algorithm's attention somehow.

    Someone decided to name the kids
after the end of the Alphabet, 
    wishful thinking on Nuclear 

generation's part, methinks. 

Speed-dating with the stars, 
    Carole Baskin dry as you please,
my spliff lit by Casey Anthony 
    harassed in turn by St. Vincent Millay,
who shot the wagon driver 
    soon as I hit the air. 
Or so it would seem the night before. 

Treat me as you will, 
    I've flipped a coin for keeps before.

Journey to the centre of the clown,

    Pound sounds Wilde about now

skyhigh Holmes hound Basking round 

    town, no lake isle is free. Tails, Yeats

it's your turn to blow Ginsburg. 

Strapping on stage strutts Ozzy Oswald,

    What constellations fucked the hour
this cat purred out of mother, porcelain
    rimmed shades you'd never guess
he had nothing in his pants, or that
    he letteropened his wife at
Paglia's party the spring before last. 

No cheap shots at the president 

    timelessness is Oswald's emphasis 
so the paper says tomorrow,
    or who fails often enough to keep track
nowadays. "Damn," says Millay,
    looking authentically dismayed, 
"He's got the glasses and everything." 

Oswald takes a hit,

    "Jove," exclaims Edna,      

"Only the CIA shoots grass that fast,
    the CIA and Thomas, natch." 

Oswald: "frog hit blunt
    while leaking his dick in an alley 
sound of water. "

Fatuous uproar ensures, 

    Millay beside herself, 

Ozzy burnt both her candles.
    Much to ponder, Narcissus!
Whose lips touched yours in the water
    perchance was it Orpheus? 

Barcarolle of the Inner Ear Itch 

Sandworm tuba, one
song band, stop this infernal 
kiss of my skin! 
Banjo player along the canal 
cease your barcarolle 
lest I strum my ear to blood!