wind breaking windbreaks.

hit the brakes, wind.
that's what i'd tell these blustery gusts
if they could comprehend competent communication.
we've got whipping, whirling, walloping action
and it is enough to shake the whole forest
and possibly even move the mountains.
it's loud, it's fresh, it's hard,
and it's really happening.
howling and wailing like an old blues singer,
smashing and crashing like a demolition derby driver,
driving and crying like a forgotten 90's rock band.
(scratch that, interwebs tell me that somehow they're still around)
what i mean is-
there are forces forcing the whole thing to activate.
for real.
what happens when the windbreak gets broken by the wind?
closed-loop justice, i think.
on the ones, neighbors,
the answers are coming at us in gale force bursts.
wind is like nature's big do-over eraser.
clearing out whatever's about,
and barrel-A*ing a whole new set of circumstances
from beyond the mountains, over the river,
and directly through the woods.
spare change, y'all.
i mean it,
spare me from these changes.
fluctuation and readjustment and chill factors an' that.
i can't hang out,
and yet,
the whole pattern is reweaving itself around me.
like they say-
you're part of it.
maybe there's some hottness in there somewhere,
but it's more likely than not that searching will only
get me windburnt.
oh, c'mon.
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vegan shepherd's pie, kids.
that's the hearty comfort i'm applying
to my fractured faith in digestion.
stick-to-itive ribbly mass for my A*, y'all.
yeah.
'tatoes and veggies and substance for
our mutual sustenance,
with providence for a sleeping-shark's
inactivity following the swallowing.
i'm also feeling a bit frisky,
so there's sure to be nontraditional
vegetable additions to my nutrition-
y'know,
to freak it off a little bit.
the stove top is a-poppin'
with propane powered barbarian boiling
and savage stormswept sautee action.
sometimes,
the only option is to withstand the fire
in the kitchen,
especially when the alternative is to get the F* out.
and i already told you ninjas,
it's waaaay too flippin' windy.
from forge to forgery.
wordsmithing to imitation meats.
fraudulent sentences aren't invited,
but the rest of you are;
never quiet, never soft.....