howling

“yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and
anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospital and jails and wars…”
(from Allen Ginsberg's "Howl")

I want to howl at the chilly death, weather, papers, and mumbo-jumbos.
I cannot function in the fridge,
like in Eliot's "Wasteland,"
but more freezing.

Warm me up!
Awake me up!
Cheer me up!

Otherwise I will be freezed to die here in NCU.