i have
always known
i was a poet

in much
the same fashion
as another woman
would recognize
she is gay

where others
see quiet
i hear words
resonating from
the base of my sole to the
tip of the last lock

i have always
known i was
a poet

in the very
same vein that manson
has always known
he is psychotic

seeking shelter in
uncovered adobes
i find sky in your eyes
and give you
(what else)
a poem

i
have always
known i was a
poet

in the same way
a cow knows
how to pasture

my hands
they dance with
words without song
and are only stilled
once spent in verse

i have
always known
i was a poet

just like ed
knew Johnny
was funny

my mind
she possesses me
in this space
she caresses me
till i am spent and
you
are
done

i have always
known i was a
poet

in the
same way a
mother knows when
a cough is not
a cough

purveyor of words
twister of phrase
i may not rhyme but
still you are amazed
in this brief stanzas
i enfold you and
seek to hold you
to share this little part
of me

i
have always known
i was a
poet

in the same
way that tina
knew she would leave
ike

a secret to none
i kept to myself
till verbs started
to riot in droves
burning my insides

i always
thought i was
a poet

poets
are not seen
prophets recast
parasites

so i went
got a master’s
degree and
a
job