This Concludes—
a struggle to sum up, complete
the unending void, destroy its death,
restore
expectation, peace, freedom, joy.
Working, in the doldrums
for
heartache, calluses, emptiness;
Clawing, reaching, building promise on
lies, goddam lies!
I want
to scream, tremble,
snarl,
grunt,
spit it out!
Wake up
oblivious—
twirling, smiling, singing
breezy in pink—
with God and a cigarette
–
©Maria Pisciotta-DellaPorte
