I watched the poet perform.

He was good.

He was funny.

He made me think.

He made me think of another poet,

A long time ago,

Who also made people laugh –

But they laughed at his pain,

Not his poetry.

I couldn’t understand

Why people chose to do that,

Rather than listen to the poet’s words?

But then people still laugh at pain -

Ask any clown…

What made it even more funny

Was what this poet said:

He said, I love you,

And they said, show us how much,

And while you do hold these nails…

And they laughed again.

They continued to laugh

Until the poet died,

And then their laughter died,

Even although this poets act

Was, like this poem,

Unfinished…