at the bottom of the bottle
and a headstone marble or two
leaning on that full moon of delight
graveyard pushing me and the rush
of moonlight i went looking for 
that one spirit the one that 
tuned guitars and helped
those blues men and women
tapping glass on granite 
or marble i found the one
ivory dice and bones in a 
leather pouch and those
those bones we know and
i said how do you do and the
bone man he asked did i conjure
him like that bluesman out of chicago
the one that got away
some unpaid dues and those unsung blues
and i said there’s a green bottle
for your misty eyes and i’ll 
throw those ivory bones
two tones of delight and come
with me let’s run together
through the night
give me the luck of the hunt
and let’s throw those dice
fill me with and entice 
sweet night scenes and smoke over mountains
roll fate and be quick for you’ll
be gone in the sunrise
playing your tricks in the
darkness forever and again

[Mike Sluchinski writes for all the broken and boarded up people out there, the chipped mirrors, the ruffled feathers, and the less than fifths of anything worth drinking. He’s co-writing a chapbook with his Thai Astrologer about prayer and fasting, except for fasting. Dancer, aspiring mathlete, and part time Shyriiwook translator — currently seeking full time work! Gratefully acknowledges the Cheryl and Henry Kloppenburg Foundation and the Freefall Lit. Society. Very gratefully published by Eternal Haunted Summer, Poemeleon, The Ekphrastic Review, MMPP (Meow Meow Pow Pow), Kelp Journal, ‘the fib review’, Syncopation Lit. Journal, South Florida Poetry Journal (SOFLOPOJO), Freefall!]