Driving Home From The Bar by Frank Reardon

I drive by the loneliest of houses
and watch bonfires ignite
the darkest of front windows

I hear the joyful screams,
and feel strangers embrace

transformations
of interiors,
the melted shells
on the floor,
their final symphonies
played out

by the skeletons:
tangoing across the atmosphere
with glowing hearts in rib cage
death can have its final say,
the bow can move
the smallest of violins)
in the moment
I’ll benefit the clenched
yellowing grin, until

it splits the sockets
and marrows
the language.

frank-reardon
Frank Reardon was born in 1974 in Boston, Massachusetts, and currently lives in Minot, North Dakota. Frank has published poetry and short stories in many reviews, journals and online zines. His first poetry collection, Interstate Chokehold, was published by NeoPoiesis Press in 2009 as well as his second poetry collection Nirvana Haymaker in 2012. His third poetry collection Blood Music was published by Punk Hostage Press in 2013. In 2014 Reardon published a chapbook with Dog On A Chain Press titled The Broken Halo Blues. Frank is currently working on more short fiction.
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