By Luke Roe


A deep song underneath floorboards
Making the dust jump and sift
Calling for more sounds
More growls and screeches
More love and darkness
More brews and wrinkles
More heartfelt sorrows rising from drunken bellies
Through a stained esophagus
Back-porch rocking chairs creaking
Upward toward felt hats
And stomping feet entangled in boots
Rusty metal strings resonate below a sliding broken wine bottle
Or a tube of old splintered bone
A yearning arises-
Less empty gaps between sound
Less chattering teeth and drooping eyes
Less brew flooding down throats
And more