ando drom!!!

Itakepleasure in the apple pie of turkish tracks

gypsy without a home

house still intact

I want to Opa! my way to

exoticism and hoot

my feet into a frenzy

of left-behind cares

dont give me glut(en)y?

please

trapezoidal thoughts

of octagons

that wake with banana peels

on their loverfaces

persist

through the mist

of outside window

public transportation

library purchase

whatoncewasfree

now has a price

and it is my

hardrive to half-fill

with foreign rhythms

i like

but am not like

despite

travels to faraway books

of what i once knew

was just a magazine

on a boarding pass

to my terra-cotta childhood

of fermented memories

I just want to be a gypsy without a cause

let me be a no-mad

let me be

a

nomad.