i knew some kids
who spent every night
cavorting with cohorts
and dancing themselves silly
full of second-hand smoke
and too much tennessee whiskey
belting songs unintelligible
shouting just to be heard
burning their way to an identity
whenever the soft sun sank
they painted themselves anew
mirthful hues of reds greens
and one-two-three's
the ludicrously lovely rabble
thought they'd live forever
but one dark day in early may
the home of lost children burned down
damned in its own reverie
