when the wild wind blows through the city
then the silly city burgers bitterly complain
because their ordered world has been violated
by the wicked wild wind that blows were it will.

a wind that will not keep to the sidewalks
nor keep order in any way. a wind that
whispers of realities beyond the ken or mend
of the silly city burger's bitter complaint.

the wind howls in the canyons of polished
glass and steel and speaks of open spaces
and values lost but true . the wind tells
tales of life beyond the pretense there

within the walls of the rigid city's myopia.
the anarchist wind shakes the stuffy soul
dead city to its stuffy soul dead roots
trying in vain to find blood and breath.

when the wild wind blows through the city
then the silly city burgers bitterly complain
because their delusions and illusions
have been shattered by the wicked wild wind.