the nomad poet
the poet nomad
with the words
he carefully chose
shoes chewed
how did it feel
no direction that don't point to
.... the poem
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A lifestyle experiment ¤ an inquiry into values ¤ a surrender ¤ a moral acid test ¤ an old fashioned adventure, and all this, while trodding through this Babylon shitstem.
2 comments:
Urban roots..Nomadic shoots..
'Matted' braids..'pan'ed state
winds blow the cotton clouds of thought
really good one
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