What Is The Topic, Or Chat Poem#1

where you been at?
why you don't bother to grin back?
in the wind that bites, i'm bitin cigs
car seat singed my lungs lend their life to a fight with reckless thoughts

i have been the wreck and less the thought
i have been the wind
i have been the lost
i don't remember the war that i know was fought but mostly
i have been

surrounded so I have no choice but surround you

the dance is of the surface
the word is of the depth
i move in close into the border
it blends the sweat
the bitterness

find me where winters rest
and blend with memories of my kin
the winds carry them for me

mine travel in the brain
some in the vein
mostly in the way you say I talk too fast
I carry them first
and myself last

sometimes they carry me
like a weapon
like a revenge

and sometimes I catch you
quiet and still
like the end of a song