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Gypsy Wind
How refreshing it is to be
A sunlight gypsy,
a moonbeam wayfarer
don't bother looking for me at home.
Gone Mobile.
Gasoline is Lethe,
baptizing, cleansing,
the taste of oil
newborn
inside your lungs.
Sweet piston powered providence.
To dance beneath the long cold sky,
the frostbitten mistress,
is akin to
nothing.
Bo Diddly started the world
for nomads
fresh babes
always cautious of setting down roots.
Far better to be a stray cat
than an owned dog.
Unburdened by heavy ties
to earth and town
free to blow along the Gypsy Wind.
Home is an abstract concept
behind the tumbleweeds
a state of mind rather than a half acre
enticing you to remain stationary.
Silhouette yourself by the terminal,
the hitchhikers thumb,
don't call to your brothers,
sunlight gypsy,
stray away from the familiar.
Hear the Bo Diddly beat
sing with chaos;
addresses are overrated.
Take flight tonight,
angle headed wanderer
and fly along the Gypsy Wind.
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