i am not a poet.

I am not a poet, I am a poem
Read between my lines, find me; identity.

Search the pages within my eyes: what story do they tell?  

Innocence and guilt – turmoil and transition. 

With your anvil, judge my poetry. 

My stanzas will stand up, testify. 

The words from my lips, worthless to the action required. 

The stroke of your pen, 

The clock strikes five, then seven again, 

haiku, the night through two[am]

Angry anti-speculation as alliteration 

Vicariously vying venom through my veins. 

Consonance constantly consummate

{Caesura}

I am not a poet, I am a poem. 

Refrain. 

I am a poem, I am not a poet. 

Envoi.