missed whistle

chasing the elusive syllables  
of your name  
through the silent streets    
I plead with the wind  
to die down  
  
just for a moment  
  
allow me, one refraction  
a sustained vibration  
for even a second  
of a pleasing sound  
  
something to cut through  
these mad shrieks  
crying aloud  
in long seditious wails  
  
it's not fair  
to ask why you lead me here  
  
I know that I seek shadows  
reach for any remaining ripples  
simply to regain the bootlegged copy  
of a copy  
of a copy  
  
and I would not meander  
through these weigh stations  
measuring the harmonics  
of tongue tied lunacy  
if i could deafen  
the few remaining echoes  
that you left behind  
  
but it's not fair to ask why you lead me here  
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
note* this is a reworked older write