missed whistle

Chasing the elusive last syllable
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
that keep at bay
any attempt at peace

it's not fair
to ask why you lead me here

I know that I seek shadows
reach for the remaining ripples
and wonder if its sadistic
to waddle through the shit
of these subtle spheres
simply to regain the bootlegged copy
of a copy
of a copy

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

its not fair to ask why you lead me here