I went to poke your tongue out
I have 3 siblings but no next of kin
I have a habit but no cigarettes
I have a knife but no belly to plunge
I have a radiator but no heat
In like Flynn I go
Into the realm of tidal waste
Of florid featured life
And oregano filtered smoking guns,
I will be there and then
The night in shining armour
Not to be sorted into ramshackle
Rooms
Full of fears and Poseidon adventured youth
But all the same I will not be and have not said
That I will be them that wanted for some more gruel
But want more than that now that I am a grown-up
And alone.
I want a lover who can defend me not accuse
All the time, making me unhappy and not
Sole profiteering from me like it doesn’t count what
I do to fling out the grimy stuff called juris prudence
Into fields of green.