howl howl howl

the winds scream and howl like drunken dancers through the streets of portland,
the walla walla brothers 5 resurrected on full moon nights of late december,
causing a ruckus in the alleys,
pulling hair and hats and scarves asunder, shaking windowpains and rattling nerves,
howling and moaning and howling again.

"who therefore ran through the icy streets obsessed with a sudden flash of the alchemy of the use of the ellipse the catalog the meter & the vibrating plane" (allen ginsburg)

all i'm saying is that lord god in heaven it's windy.
chicago windy.
tail wind of fury windy.
it was quite unpleasant to stand out in the gale and wait and wait and wait and wait for the bus to come.

but the hype at work was less hype, i love cracking jokes with the ladies, and chocolate and pizza is a panacea for most of what ails me.

next week it's going to rain every day.
tonight the wind blows, traffic lights sway, the roof groans and ceiling tiles lift and shake.
the windows rattle, and the heat runs incessantly doing nothing.
nothing on earth could induce me to leave the house on a night like this.
the natives are right, the chinook lost...the wallas won. and man is it ever windy.