The Non - Gentleman

I love
how you throw your coins at me
Like I'm a circus pet
with a cirrus hook
near my collarbone
How you ask
i am fine
how you ask
if
I'd like some tea
when actually I'd like to
slowly push my blunt foot
inside your stomach
and see it coming out the other end
maybe, breaking your spinal cord
But then you are just sitting there
blandly affectionate
inspidly so
like a cucumber
like a detached parent
meeting with their fully grown seed
after many years
You think that i am a good woman
a beautiful girl
a gifted wordsmith
and such a pain in the ass
and i think that you're
negative space
that you're a fetish
a long dead flash of incineration
in the ashtray
a stain of monsoon shoes
on my anti-septic tiles
You are only the ache
of some pig punched sorrow
nothing but a yarn jutting out
of my mind's
old salty
neighbourhood
You are husky trash
and a dustbin rhapsody
No gentleman
no minstrel
no poet extraordinaire
but a worm infested bowler hat.