Thin Again

You can not arrest the watch or wrist
Or domesticate any one wish
Of mine having had any gaseous form
For near as long as celebrity
I can tip your weakest shelf to point
At the mouth of any arm-sleeve
But without a wrist at all
I run clean (as fast as celebrity)

And though you are a town who's good to me
Not like any other I've been a part of
Not close