wind soliloquy

wind soliloquy

A lot of it about. What does it? Pulls a tree’s ears.
Slaps a child, else we’d never know it’s about.
i lost an argument to it in December.
Did much huffing // puffing— what cares the wind?
Doesn’t do right angles nor algebra. Blew Euclid
into squiggles. War on toupees. War on litter & smog.
Skirt-lifter. Chair-toppler. Cheeky beggar.
Blew grit in granny’s teeth: no moral code.
Nepalese wind is edible, i knew a monk
who lived on it. Too transparent for government.
Its sick of being a euphemism for fart.
The hamster cannot use its treadmill if the window’s open.
The blow in every note. Crick in every neck.
Hindus call it Vayu & prana, it’s vital.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. kvennarad says:

    And there you have Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth summed up in fourteen lines.

    1. He can have more but as he blows through all things i’d write nothing but wind poems.

a penny for your thoughts

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s