Poem- Reading Billy Collins

Seeking to expand my horizons
I was led to Billy Collins
His seemingly effortless ability
to drop the perfect juxtaposition
into otherwise innocuous sentences
has me wanting to crawl into a corner
scrawl" ignorant hack" across my forehead
and devote myself to art that is more
in keeping with my talents
like finger painting
or using the box
of 64 crayola crayons ( how I love thee, Burnt Sienna)
on books
made of cheap paper
with outlines of clowns
or dinosaurs
then I find later poems
in the same anthology
where he tries
and fails
at  being William Carlos Williams
I am both heartened
and disheartened
in the same breath.