Tonight's Poet Corner: Three Steps Of Identity

Three Steps Of Identity
by Belinda Roddie

this is a lovesick poem
stuck on a bad kiss poem
this is a hit or miss
no cinematic twist
this is a lovesick poem

this is a homesick poem
a long "to do" list poem
call out the pessimists
suck up the cinnamon
this is a homesick poem

this is a nihilist poem
translate the hieroglyphs poem
don't call me an anarchist
bury me in a crypt
this is a nihilist poem

write it in Sanskrit
running the same shit
winters are candlelit
summers, I'll never quit
no, I'm never sarcastic
call me a nihilist

this is a half-baked
mistake
earthquake
Bisquick
heartsick
take your pick poem

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