will not take off my shoes and let the city consume me.
will not wear the wrong shirt nor say the wrong thing.
will not get myself plastered under the occasional bridge.
accept this fate of starched shirts,
of always arriving at the movies on time,
of giving my seat up to old ladies on the train.
leaning toward non-meaning leaves me uneasy.
aspire to toothpaste and towels. I have all my shots.
Now see your poor suitor so paralyzed
the rage & glare of policemen, the matching sets of rabid nannies,
he cannot jump into a fountain
and catch you
a little red fish.