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This article reprinted from John T. Unger's Art Heroes. The original article can be found online:
https://www.igotnozen.com/2005/12/ix.html
© 2010, John T Unger
Loosely bonded, we were slipknot folk
making & shaping on the move.
Stepping between the cracks
was not the way to find us.
We called ourselves the Mobile Ghetto,
a nation of nomads, hidden in alleys.
A moving target is harder to find --
"We ain't campin', officer, we's hidin'."
We borrowed our ways from the Bedouin,
generosity in adversity, free-ranging pride.
Doorways were important in the old way.
"Enter freely, & abide my law"
We were fierce in the practice of our ways,
while holding humor & honor close as kin.
The nomad holds a basic distrust of ritual accouterment.
To live under sky, gods must be portable or all inclusive.
We prayed to Jampa, the dumpster god. You Jampa in,
you Jampa out. We scryed the sidewalks for ground-scores.
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