Plausible Deniability

i am not the poet        
i am the vessel for the poet    
i am the jagged thinking juggernaut    
banging my head against    
this reality        
i am the walking      
electrified trauma unit        
the subterranean        
seeking extravagant forms of        
expressionism        
i am the extraterrestrial        
left behind by the pre-ancients        
the castaway on planet earth        
pissing in the woods        
watching grizzly bears get it on        
i am the existential        
the quintessential        
the irreverent demanding relevance        
the god forsaken        
for being a non believer in self        
i am the redeemer        
of the soul who        
somehow make wholes out          
of half assed attempts        
i am the one          
always brewing in contempt        
the mr. snarky        
the one who hides his truth          
in a maze of malarkey        
i am the undone        
creeping in the labyrinth of        
of poetic phraseology        
the catch me if you can        
the mountain man        
climbing peaks of godliness        
i am the strength and weakness        
of man toostie rolled        
in melanin stained enigma        
i am the brown skinned stigma        
dogged by the dogma        
of decadence and depravity        
i am the righteous          
wronged for millenia          
the heretic who loves fucking          
harlots and Jezebels        
i am the Lilith apologist        
the Jesus Christ inner-stander        
his number one cheerleader        
the remainder of the sum        
denominated in demonology        
the man who is crucified        
between pen and parchment          
on a nightly basis        
in ink stained blood        
i am the damned and deified        
the heaven and hell story teller        
i am the non stop        
get it get it        
i am the season of the ghost        
and my body is simply        
the host for the poet that        
roams like a cozmik rollin stone        
and once he's gone        
i am the one left alone        
stuck reading the aftermath        
of his ravenous passage        
tryin to explain what the        
fuck just happened