Knee Jerk
My name is Jerk.
Knee Jerk. I bend my leg
and scuttle your nuts
with one hand tied
behind your back. I flex
my flank. I nip your pips until
they're squeaky clean,
until you read
your face in my boots.
Left, right, left, right.
I kneed you
to understand me: you have
your order papers. Wave them, snarling.
Do not desert me, oh my darling.
[June 2000]