Analysis of Waking to Geckos on the Ceiling

or cobras in your hands:
Stuff for travel ads!
Makes me eschew mosquito nets
and hammocks close to swamps.
Tropical fruits,
ice cold out of cans,
are more fitting for the man
whose only brush with nature
is cockroaches stealing shoes.
Pigeons and squirrels sitting in the mews
[entertaining adolescent thoughts]
are better bound in colored cardboard
then for my bench and lunch.
No mystic rivers for me!
Keep your poled pirogues
clear of lotus leaves
and all the toothed aquatica
rife beneath the fronds.
Set me here marooned
On Manhattan island