What's That, Lassie

i’m a squiggly Keith Haring man
lost to the ocean of other Keith Haring men
looking for a fight or a wife
whichever gets welcomed first
in any case, a nurse is needed
to learn to applaud things that guys know
like how to be part of the solution
& the one person who you can speak with
they kill messengers, don’t they?
in publications with brown wrappers
i’m trapped in a well
beside the burning barn
and my only hope is miming my location
arms stretched in greeting