Getting a Job

I could cycle in London

i could steer a ship left instead of right

i could Chinese burn

i could see what's left after a football match and take it home.

i could tie metal links together and perform stunts for amputees,

i could show a vague interest in train timetables, airport scanners, Jewish manners or fleeting glimpses.

i could argue until my flesh went limp,

until i hurt my legs in a boating accident and could no longer collect dusty photo albums,

i could melt for a second and float through chicken wire and be reconstituted

like turkey ham.

Or i could get a job.