Forced inside

Wind.

Damn, fuck the wind.
I hate that shit.
Always blowin my eyes shut,
killin my momentum on the bike.
All wind does is bring cold weather my way.
When it blows, we're in for a storm. Simple as that.

Where I live, it doesn't just breeze by, that would be pleasant.
Where I live, the wind damn near takes your breath away,
girls stay inside so they don't mess up their hair,
your jeans stick to your legs like static,
the air gets cooled an extra 15 degrees.
Once you get inside
your eyes glass over,
your nose begins to run,
the chills that ran up your spine,
finally start to subside.
It's enough to keep anyone inside all day.
Sounds ridiculous, but this is what we deal with.

I'm sure the wind gets bad in other places, but fuck those places too.


I'm tryin to go somewhere where the wind doesn't blow,


the water sits still,


and there is peace of mind to be had.



Then maybe I can write a poem
about a matter
of more consequence.