Knock knock, who’s there?

So I’ve always wanted to do
A poetry reading like
A standup comedy act –
Cue the laughter –

There’s just always been
Something so beatnik
In the pauses and silence,
Where you can hear the almost
Not quite imaginary cymbals clash,
That moment heavy
With anticipation, tense preparation –

The spitting of water –

I imagine the fields of possibility
Where the birds sing
Crickets chirp
Bees buzz, and I swear,
There is nothing more painful-
Ly poignant than
Getting on stage, baring your soul

And hoping for laughter.

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