Not the poet

by Mark

I am not a poet.
I do not possess powers
Making women swoon

Or proliferate ideals of masculinity;
Marginalizing magnanimous ideas
While uplifting obscurity to palaces of
venerable nature,  these I do not do.

I leave shit where it lies
Dieing in a sweltering sun
Skunking your shoes.
I throw love with blades
bleeding as we get closer.

I am not a poet,
Redefining rhyme and reason
Through skillful parole. Virtues of
Langue left me out to dry,
My brain with flash fried
word plays of make believe.

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