the story so far

My hand lifts the case of beer, waits:
The cans gently clamor, calling
- soft melody, sweetwater -
My tongue listens, mind enamored
By the crisp toll, the promise
Of an empty song.

Bound to a mast, wreathed
In madness, he orders
His crew untie him, lost
In the music. Sharp teeth await 
In the depths. His heart
Is heavy with longing, his lungs
Crave the drowning.