DELIGHT

DELIGHT

just
muddying along
scribbling a
poem or two

heading nowhere
wondering if it be possible
to forget to breathe

and if I do forget
will my body remind me

watching stand up comics
on YouTube: Steven Wright,
Iliza Shlesinger, Emily
Catalano

good job I am a poet
surrounded by
white space
don’t think I could do
the crowd work, make
clucking sounds
nail those
paradoxical one-
liners

stand on a stage knowing
how easy it would be
to devastatingly bomb

I said that
I’m a poet but
the jury still
out on
that one

sneak it
onto my CV but
know it’s no job description

unlike comedian
where
      the acid test
is obvious, immediate

there is
       a clearer sense of archetype
function, purpose, and

yes, delight

(can
       breathe in/breathe out now)