artichoke

How could I
Howl this thing
Loud enough
When will the
Hissing, persistent, relentless
Relent
for I'm
coiled like an artichoke
nobody spoke when I,
Blindfolded, took that
Irrational step
off the stage
into leftover
pizza and
milk
Oh the emptiness
cavernous
Could this be
only me
How could I
Howl this thing
Loud enough
When will the
Hissing, persistent, relentless
Relent?
For I'm waiting
Impatiently
Lost
for the moment.
(in the moment.)

ZL 3.22.06