Specifications Not Needed Poem by Andy Brookes

Box checked, dissected, charted, measured, slide rules rule, exact fleshy pounds.
my peg is square but you hang your coat on it just fine
without defining or consigning to some index card.
happy to take me as I am, angular though I be

round mouth to square we fit, a kissing connection.
tongue peppermint tasting with cinnamon glow like your eyes.
we are fused one on one ruby to pink.

you and I, me and you, four square pegged, stable
hanging round me, surround me hanging on my squareness,
a perfect fit which is only fitting.