one step farther away
from the collected assumptions that
give us
our pen names.
I'd rather throw this
personae
to a band of gypsies
starved for freedom,
of love-making beads
and debauchery.
They'd wear it with debonair
while what's left
of me- rooted
in all embankments alike
submerged in a sea of monotony
monogamy
Prance on those keys
Pounce on them.
We are cat and mouse
And I am the cheese.
George Elgar Hicks "A Gypsy Girl"
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