Gypsy Love
this is a world where notthatmuch lives
and notthatmuch goes on but
there ‘s one quiet girl who lives
in a stupid little shack made of
unfortunately:hair
they one time called her Miss Magu
but i’ve forgotten why
her only company now is
potions
and fire
and a few yellowing pages
witch she pretends are love letters
from immortal Boys
lost only by distance
and not by a confused sword
there’s a man with his hair
a mess of stray dreads and
braids and beads and shells
with a straw hat on top
he doesn’t have a shirt on,
only a brown embroidered vest
and cuffed olde jeans
he can’t grow a beard
but he can play a busted guitar
and dream while he sings
about the end of the war:ld
and he can smoke cigarettes
with the best of them
a green kiss was perched on a
halloween minute
waiting for the both of us to
catch (up to) it
a sweet
(((precarious kiss)))
but it kept the ghosts quiet
and quite alive
in mansions
and the rest of the dead mourned
all the living
a greatgreen Goodbye
and I sent myself away
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