Sping 1985, Volume 2
The Whistling Artichoke
Let's celebrate the whistling artichoke.
Only once in the corridors of the Cyclopes
in the starved-out light
will the vegetables gossip
and the jello giggle,
while sentimental, crocheted dishrags
caught in a cracked drawer
yelp for help.
The swinging cabinet door
becomes a master of martial arts-
the victim unaware
the distracted perpetrator unaware.
Dog hair garnishes the pastry,
and the spices are gone again,
hidden where no one will find,
while a disembodied voice
counts steps to the stove.
To the seduction of white wine,
to the whistle of the artichoke.
Lady Cyclops stumbles and falls,
but only after Ulysses
has wrung from her