I can't get my tongue in pose
O what can I do
I hardly whistle

you have a whistling tone
all gals would love to follow
like the kids once did
hearing the flute of
THE PIED PIPER OF
Hamlin....

The language is clean, but unorganized. Is there a whistler? Or is the wind whistling? Or both? I felt confused throughout and I'm not sure that's what you intended for me.

my ten days in 'special' in jail....NOT 'P.C' that was for the
pedos...special was those whose family were guards...
or other...I whistled...my chum told me that whistling in
incarceration was frowned...it was the song of birds
free....I liked him...he was showing me the ropes so I
PAID my due and let him have my meal that evening
Guards were like...'u sure' and I was like 'yah man'
dude was a wealth of knowledge..female guards brought
in jugs of tea..and I sat back on the concrete bed
letting her know...im not at the bars...Im not hungry
but careful...but she told me...with body language
squatting...right too the bars..pouring the tea slowly
and looking in to the cage..looking into my eyes
that she understood....and when i padded slowly
in those horse blanket 'baby dolls' they make u
wear..she stood but one pace from bars

funny cause there is a sky hill to the north of
the site....i could see my old place when i went
to the showers...or in the van all of us chained
together for court..
i took no lawyers...pled guilty....and was re accepted
by all upon release..making friends with the younger
homies...and the system of containment
PSY OPS ..
that was me man..

Whistlers mother....
a fantastic painting
a profile
i was a head hunter
full on is not as
intimate as the profile
ask those who crafted
coins in roman times

but I know this is about
a breezy thing
we have a privacy fence
on the welding shoppe huge
company next door to the
housing here
where I once lived
the wind blows through the
chain link...through the plastic
slats....it shrieks and moans
magnificent and primitive
....I like that there is reference to
the auld classics...
in the day..wires and midmasts
winds...ghosts and beasties
.oh..what about me

I whistle...beautiful
warbling....in tune..
it is a political message
as resounding as a bugle
call...

as any pertinent bird song
is from the mourning dove
to the common robin
and the complex cuckoo
...

To me it is essential poetry, the capturing of experience and sensation in words, utilising the tools of prosody well, without formula.
No crit.
https://soundcloud.com/neopoet/whistler-by-scatterhatter