A Pessimist's Orgasm

[billy]

the "i can't" at the end made this a sad piece for me.
i'm trying to make the 2nd wind work and i'm sure it should but i'm struggling a little with it, the 1st use is exceptionally good in showing the depth of breath being expelled.

no nits other than that. for a short poem it carries a lot of frustrated (not necessarily sexual) emotion

thanks for the read.

Because I'm clutching for things long lost.

The wind, with her twisting arms and sullen mouth, reaches down my throat to wrench my breath away.

Because I'm taking it all in and letting nothing out.

The pavement is slick, a half-assed reminder that the world is topsy turvy and there is always a hard tumble lurking behind sturdy corners.

Because I can't deal with everything or anything.

The wind, who cares for no one, tangles my hair and chaps my cheeks and cackles when I'm thrown off balance.

Because. I. Can't.