because i’m a poet
my lips get chapped by the rough edges of verbs,
ride nouns on skateboards
across cross-eyed curbs.
because i’m a poet
its wall street blood suckers
that this trickster tongue disturbs,
juggle adjectives like balls in superb little blurbs.
because i’m a poet
my words are a premature peace accord
between bosnians and serbs.
my adverbs cut short unprovoked missile detonations
and emasculate sinister cubicle occupations.
because i’m a poet
there is a purpose to all those seemingly
unfocused human relations,
inside these perhaps preposterous prepositions
are new world gestations.
because i’m a poet
my scribed elations
are an attempt
at unstated personal salvations,
deciding big fates of smaller nations
and paying the sum
of history's reparations.
my pronouns breathe courage
into petrified serfs
and shine the divine
on the salts of the earth.
because i’m a poet
the death of mediocrity is also a birth.
these gerunds chase comets
and invite endless mirth.
because i’m a poet
my literary girth
shows the most humble snail
what her sacrifice is worth.
