A Semi-Improvised Ode to an Improviser

I watch your vibrations.
You flap and flail with the grace of a maddened angel
About to tell the father of the son of God
His wife has been doing it on the sly.

You start with halcyon power,
A voice spouting out in loud outrageous vowels
At a page-per-second rate. Your liquid language rushes in a flood
As your partners flop upon the stage like drought-struck trout.

They part as desert seas with every bellowed expletive.
Your highness is bemused. How dare their scribbled quirks
Befuddle you in television’s eye! Off with the head from the absent neck.
Let them eat laughter.

He stalks in darkened gloom beside projector beams
And lectures on your wit, your lone revolts in family restaurants,
Your love and your war, your power and your deference
To those that also bring a boisterous smile.

We sit on trains and planes and static, fart-swept couches
And we recoil like wounded sentries, awed by every line and move.
So, let us eat laughter from your ageless gurn
And let us all be saved.