Elsewhere In Dreams

I am a diffident and incorrigible
bourgeois, welded as I am
to the levers and switches
that move the thing.

I will not fly south and live
on a beach in the sun with a girl
who wears little and knows
even less.

I will instead separate a fool
and his money quickly,
like a lottery ticket,
or a mugging.

I will instead live in the cold,
hard European north,
with my steel, my guns,
and my microbes:

You can’t argue with them
for long.