by: mike good
I Am No Poet
Let me make this clear
I am no poet, for all to
hear
The words scream out
of my head. My eyes
scream at the words
My butt fidgets the
chair and “you are
not a poet” is what
my inner ears hear
I step not up or down
not to the side or
backwards but where
the feet cannot travel
The sky is the new floor
I never explained words
like this before. I’m still
no poet…lions cannot
hear me but I will
continue to roar
I am no..t..what am I?