Open-Air Museum

Jack produces Jack’s jack-knife
from Jack’s jacket pocket.
Jackson: With practiced movements, a manœuvre
almost impossible to spell out.
John never reads paperbacks’ back covers.
Johnson: Unless in search for MONEY-BACK GUARANTEE
after finding BE$T$ELLER on the front cover.

Jim draws back from drawing
the picture of Jack drawing Jack’s blood.
Jimson: And of John affronting John from the back office
of the publishing corner of the garage.
Alright, folks,
the appointed curators to portrait
the stale-air museum, open yet!,
in the best distemper colors:
The whetstone giving cutting edge to smooth things is Jack.
The spineless nutcase shelved in a brochure is John.
Jim (p)ain’t Jim.