THE WIND TALKER

Zephyr caressing my back

whispering impishly in my ears

giving the learning I lack

oiling my mind's slick gears

These thoughts of mine mingle

with the luberence of your sound

and your touches' terrific tingle

that renders me; spellbound

In this gusty wasteland

that is our current home

I seem unable at present to stand

pulled out by a current, the undertow; alone

Now please remove the moon, replace the sun

oh, unseen ever-moving one

Someone forces me on my knees

blow him away my guardian breeze

how much they squeeze, they pressure

searching for a non-existing treasure

by this cold machine controlled

army who has me firmly in its hold

programmed for honour and bravery

programmed for death and deceit

we're under voluntary slavery

where's the women, the wine, the wheat?

nibbling on tidbits of meat

stare at my travel worn feet

they're smelly, they stink, they reek

a far cry from sex in silk sheets

so from memory our love I delete

you quit, I admit, it was neat

sitting waiting on my slouched seat

again my friend the wind I'll meet

Gale conversing with me naturally

our feelings move and dance in time

we question each other gently

we agree there's no definite crime

right and wrong comparative concepts

two sedatives so strongly connect

they're called simply honest and true

what's wrong to me perhaps isn't that wrong to you

reasoning religions relativity

can't you see your costly captivity

brought about by consecration

to obey those rules you're facing

words ricochet off an unhearing ear

no wonder things aren't all that clear

so I'll rather talk to my friend the air

that moves around me, that's always there.