Laptop Gypsy Lament
Will you bootleg my heart
and sell it for next to nothing
down by the waterfront

while I go around town
carrying the original,
beating a message
I don't get?

I thought you and I,
so many years ago,
were going to harness
wildness in our art,

make it sing
the way a twig still vibrates
with the song of a sparrow.