You, too soon

You, my decadence of crypt

the blowtorch locust, you

condemning me to

urban jungles,

to the streets of

filth and coconuts

to blisters

and to beg for cabbage soup.

You, seducer;

you, a flesh of ladybug;

you, a curse of blurry aftermaths;

you, a carrot for this ass of me;

you, too soon, too late for me.

A great wordlist to work from -- thank you Shawna :-)