On poets

Another Karen Chamisso poem

On Poets

They try to make it hard, the poets

With their initiating ha ha ha

And the laws concerning the breath/wind

In and of words, subtracting snorts and swallows

The whole mucousy richness

As the silverware clinks tink tink tink tink

On expensive plates

That one would like to break

          Or

Hurl

They try to make it hard the poets but still

I decided to be one – since

The gate door is unlocked – and it was always only meant

For you

The joke prosody plays on the tongue

goes: knock knock? Who’s there?

And the answer, child, is iamb.