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)
poems 2 die for 