I got a gun & oh, how it shines; I’ve sucked on its barrel plenty of times
                                (I Will Let you Down; Ike Reilly)

Everything is Pompeii-ed & buried
anonymously; the crack of electricity
it’s a punch in the gut,

& we’re too bold to endure rules
& we’re too drunk to get sober
& we’re too far from the edge

of the ocean to learn how to swim.

Remember Henry & Bones double-acting
out of control when cocktail parties
were raging like bulls,

& Ike Reilly isn’t dead yet
& Berryman can fuck right off that bridge again;
& the one time we were right we were wrong

with a swarm of bees punctuating our last words.