jack of nothings

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Wayward mind is a dart board at war
with sanity’s constant retrievals
From myriad bulls eye landings
Zest for life gives
snooty short shrifts
to criminally aging body
fearless head calls in dares
“head butt” locked horns ever
brazen never backing away
Spirit is no flopped soufflé,
being more of an impudent
cherry astride puddings
Wind talker flags in yon peaks,
eagles exuberantly soaring, all that can pluck
eyes from starry skies draws my Romani spirit
Inner flame is a prowling tiger battering
against these crumbling ribs, a firecracker
longing to sunburst starry skies, meteoric
Virgo homing pigeon am I, loyal
to the nth degree burning to return
from whence dispatched,  originally
this “nothing” was crafted to encase something- my
soul that once freed will be a returning native and
my body a pile of dust motes shall resettle to nothing
After all
my wayward mind
Is a mere dart board of nothings


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