MT Repetitions

blasts and whips my neck
crack
wonder of wonders
is there a moon behind clouds on a sunny day
it’s like a big ole aspirin up there
waiting
disolving into the acidic gasses of space
little bits rusting off
until the night comes and you see them
little bits floating off on their own
glistening
rotating
where is my head
aching for the day…

In the wind is something
less for men of patience
more for men of perseverence
as the wind
in the power that it is
will flop your pages, fold them over your hand
make you wonder if you really want to write…
you have to want to write, right then
hold those pages down forcefully
and bleed onto those pages with your soul.

Sitting and waiting is not an option.