I don’t turn from traffic and piss next to a Dumpster.
I don’t try car doors –
And if they open, grab loose change, CDs, purses.
I don’t hope to snatch a distracted shopper’s purse –
In or out of the store, convenience or super.
I don’t walk into restaurants, near tables of two or four,
And extend my filthy hand – hoping that my grime, sweat and stench will work as a pay-off
To be rid of me before I test more car doors.
I do wheel out the green trash bin,
Not too far into the street.
I do vote.
I do pay taxes.
I sweep the street in front of the house.
I keep night noise low.
And when I do,
I know how boringly orderly I am,
Such a well-behaved social member:
And I know the routines are not enough.
Civil, yes, but ….
I know, I know.
He doesn’t, doesn’t care to.
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, mid November 2012