The Wind



If the wind blows loudly then loudly scream at the wind,
If you’ve ever been in love can you be in love again?
Butterfly lavender pills give me different symptoms every time
Lines of sugar-bleached nightmares stand for hours to be inhaled into my mind.
Rainbows reflect off nectarine-soaked illusions
Thoughts boil over the top of pot’s bong-water confection running
Infected needles into the hearts of children left alone
Turn around at Venus and try and sail our way back home
Hand in hand. We could leave the galaxy
Or at least my seat in front of my dream
Leaves float like lollipops sinking into an ocean of awareness
And meanwhile
Laughing prancing around as seagulls might across asteroids
Scattered around to form a planet’s rings
Singing songs long forgotten how a yet-to-be written memory seldom is I might just raise my voice at you then mutter curses under my breath at the wind.

If I have a chance I’ll lick the future right out of the sky
And while I digest it I’ll borrow the eyes
Of a maniac and watch in horror as he kisses you
Because consequence is unknown when in the presences of those who are irresistible
Shattered once I’m finished; returned to the rightful owner
Vomit chance out of my system and proceed with my life once again
If she hits me I’ll argue profusely with the wind.

Eraser marks the paper scribbles notes never to be found
Imagination can be burned then ashes scattered into the ground
Where orange trees will bloom fruit saturated with my thoughts
And apples and pears absent of care just might dry up and rot
Fed with guilt to unsuspecting goats, pigs, and cows,
The food chain is completed when they’re slaughtered
And my blood of creativity drips from businessmen’s mouths.
Remains pour in a storm of once lovely delicate words
And scattered without a prayer as they whisp loudly by my soul once more
Trapped in my skin,
And with a look of defeat I loudly scream at the wind.

David Lempert