STAND UP

 

STAND UP

So I get up when I hear my name,

A surreal sound I don’t fully recognise.

Should I be here? I ask myself, thinking

‘I should have come in disguise’.

What happens when I get to the mic’?

I then realise

There’s sweat pouring down my face.

I feel like I should run.

The panic subsides and I hear applause,

Glad I decided to come.

◄ THE NEW RELIGION [1969]

A BRIEF HISTORY OF SIGHING ►

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raypool

Tue 23rd Apr 2019 17:41

If this refers to stand up comedy then probably about the same as the walk to the scaffold. If it refers to poetry - I can only speak from experience. First time aged 70 for me, hiding behind an impression of Alan Bennett which helped, and I think that covers your line about disguise! There's a lot to discuss and you have covered it so well in such a short poem. You might come off thinking "there's nothing like a good audience, and this is nothing like a good audience." I am a pianist and have worked for decades with comics and singers- but it's so different when your out front!

Nice one Trevor.

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