weird winds

oh and maybe i'm only the weird breezes, but i like to go go go like happens when the wind blows so why not right?

or i like to settle in quiet between trees and beneath the wild-eyed moon and let loose little silent howls like happens when the wind drop into the gorge.

and i like to belt out title page anthems to the sun and lean people over lean them back into some earth morning with it's glares and promises like winds over seas.

and it's awkward maybe sometimes, the way i am the way i do and do or don't and don't and certainly that strikes some folk as more than a little broken-minded but, finally, what else is there?

so, yeah, maybe i'm only the weird winds, but what else would a man want to be?

2008-03-16 | 2:10 p.m.
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