My mates
have all got rings
on their fingers
& stilettos
on their toes

I've always
got flats on
& my finger
is bare

which means
I can walk
away
my solitude

& all but three
of my mates have babies
crying their nights
away

but I have
the sleepless night
for writing poetry
& dancing

My mates
never call me
because
they're all loved up

I'm not complaining
but if you yell out Allen Ginsberg
sober & quote Dylan Thomas
when drunk & don't want to have babies

& don't mind flat shoes
& don't see love in a piece of rock
& don't want this to change
& want your nights for poetry

then you're the man for me
How about a beer?
I want to be single
together with you