i cannot provide the mayoral welcome of career politicians, and
i do not possess the instincts of suave, British spies, so
i will settle for embarrassing dynamism, because static dignity
has failed; all my accumulated class can be redeemed
for no prizes at the arcade ticket kiosk,

but always you can find someone to admire
your perpetual motion, and please teach them further defiance
of thermodynamics, frictional physics.

no more quarters wasted building towards slap bracelets,
ring pops; though tempting, i stake no claim
to these beautiful adornments of station;
i am a barren barron beneath these trappings, thus
i forego them, hoping

amidst an increasing selection of near-random stumbling,
some motion will eventually appear practiced
and purposeful.