We drank champagne pills and
glasses of carbonated vicodan and
danced the night (and our lives) away
to the tune of “Fantastic Voyage.”
We snorted cake and
chewed on imported coca leaves
and talked talked talked
‘till the authorities drove us North.
Good times are hard to hold on to,
like my sister’s lubricated fish.
It flops around her room and reminds us
of our inevitable deaths.
“Life is Just a Moment”
is next on her mixtape.
Who knows exactly
how much time we have left?
-“the captain of this ship” appears in Calliope Nerve X: Natural Born Poets