Blow With The Wind Poem by Mark Money

maybe i could stave off the one-liners
with your fists prancing gently about my face.
maybe again, i'll just say 'blow with the wind'-
blow with the wind.
'cause the wind's the one that wants to rock you and pat your head
but the wind could leave you in the cold
so don't forget to cover yourself
and wrap your fears in that army blanket you used to carry.
make love, make war, make peace,
make some warmth come into your corner of the world.
failing that, the corner of leave/don't leave.
and as soon as you make up your mind, you can call me up
but don't come over
'cause i've got the wind in the bedroom.
and i imagine i feel your fists prancing gently
cutting a loose picture in the darkness
and did i sneeze?aw jeez, it was just a mistake

© 1975 (Tulsa, OK)