Most poets who also perform their works live are not as good on stage as they are on the page. JCC (though I would consider him a singer performing his own lyrics rather than a poet speaking his own words) is a wonderful exception. The playful way he has with words combined with the ascerbic delivery of his poems make him a delight to listen to.
"Evidently Chickentown" and "Beasley Street" show his wonderfully tricksy way of unusual rhymes with both a great ear for Northern speech patterns and an unapologetic use of swear words.
Apparently he was big during the punk era, so I apologise if I'm thirty years too late. He's still got it, though.