Poem 4

When you come
Begging for votes
Spraying your friendship
Like a sudden bout of
Asthma,
The charming froth
Of your affections
I am not going to lick.
You can’t stand
The throbbing of life
That rolls out tears.
So, carry on.
I’ve put out all lights,
Knowing well no one will come;
The sun never, not even the fireflies.