I am not
I am not a sickly thief
I am not a wrinkly leaf
I am not the summer heat
I am not your curdled sheet
I am not luxurious robes
I am not a sailor’s toes
I am not the space between
I am not the test tube’s glean
I am not an handful of it
I am not the not-for-profit
I am not the light of day
I am not the bills you pay
I am not the age of reason
I am not the act of treason
I am not the engorged banker
or the limpit, bridge, wanker
I do not condone your sadness
I do not abscond with gladness
I am not the butchers daughter
I am not the taller shorter
I do not begin to know
I have not already slowed
I do not press upon my soul
I do not hope to bend your bowl
I do not eye the glimmer glams
Nor circumvent the shiny dams
I do not feel this is my essence
I do not yield for incandescence
I am not what I am not
I am





