It is paramount for the ethos of the poet not to linger too long in any place. That necessity explains why he systematically attaches a small leash on any new flat he buys, which allows him to move the whole property at low cost whenever the need arises. He simply adds four small wheels under it, and it is ready to be dragged behind him effortlessly, as light as a feather.
The sole complication is the traffic congestion that it inevitably creates. Sometimes, the frantic tooting behind him even made the poet let go of the leash, which proved problematic on steep roads. In those cases he simply left a fake phone number on the scattered cars and bodies, burnt his flat and built a hidden shack in the nearest woods, laying low for a few months until the situation would stabilise.
Those times of concealment always were a prime opportunity to embrace nature and solitude.