I am not a poet.
I don't wine and dine over a full course of syllables,
tempt to tease with tone,
question the alliteration allowed,
eat off the well structured plate of imagery.

I am not a poet.
Poets play patiently with practicalities for every season;
for uniform is not the only form -
even the spastic have elastic control
over the rhetoric of rhyme and reason.

I am not a poet.
A poet is an ironic thing;
two steps longer than a meaningful sentence,
three steps short of a base prose,
that even a well-placed simile of assonance could not save.