Howie Good

Tinnitus: A Love Song

It’s something only I can hear
and especially during those moments
that get so quiet without you
not a buzzing exactly or a hiss
more like the screech of lab mice
conditioned by electric shocks
to shudder at the smell of cherry blossoms.

Howie Good was born in Dixie in a boomer shed, just a little shanty by the railroad track.  Freight train was it taught him how to cry. The holler of the driver was his lullaby.