Shot

when your feet won't stand still and your fingers insist
on racing
and your heart beats in tune to the rollercoaster
in your head

eat a keylime pie
or a sausage on rye
tell a stinging lie
swat a filthy fly

and grin
win
enjoy the din

of a drunken caviar soaked night
or a totally tacky pointless fight

and ask yourself if you even remember

a time

when your insides burned
and your fervent mind churned

for something real

and if only you'd known then
it would never be again

do you think
you might have

savoured the run
still chased the sun
held on to the one

put away the gun?