slice into my subconscious
to bleed nonsense
onto the page
for everyone to scoff at
as I doggypaddle the waters
that many have drowned in

What?

*a sheeplish jaywalker
followed confidently by three others.*

I swim through people:
laps in the waves of arms

doggypaddle through
people and their backpacks
their breifcases, dufflebags
hockey sticks, saxophones, babies

mohawks, fauxhawks
pleas for change, professions of Christ.

offerings of pretzels and 
poorly aged hotdogs
cheap sunglasses, perfume

not one, but two delirious people 
drift to sleep on my shoulder.

I swim on.