Idiot wind.
Man, the wind is blowin hard outside my door these days…idiot wind of course, not the real kind. Not the kind that ignites dreams. Not the kind that ignites passion for the common good. Not the kind that makes you wonder where it came from. Not the kind that smells like something fantastic. Not the kind that is warm and calming. Its the idiot kind and its tryin to blow me over.
::(read slowly)::
What does it feel like? It starts slowly, little gusts throughout the beginning days, just to let you know its real…that it exists in some place that you’ve never been, some far away land where you can only imagine the creatures and goblins that inhabit such a swamp…and as the days turn, idiot wind picks up…it might rattle the gutters a lil bit, might jostle your screen door, it might sweep you off your feet for a quick second, but most times, it’ll put you back on your feet so fast you dont even know it came by and knocked you out. Idiot wind. Its cute and cuddly when you first taste it…but then you realize its pathetic and helpless…like mommy and daddy didnt pay enough attention when idiot wind was a baby. you feel sorry for it because it whines outside, like a helpless dog. yeah, i know….well, it happens.
“Someones got it in for me. They’re planting stories in the press…whoever it is I wish they’d cut it out quick. But when they will, I can only guess………” (Dylan, “Idiot Wind”)
ListeN: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PbkkOmFvjJc
Its Saturday night. I’m done for the day.
I can’t help it…if Im lucky.
ray.Land
