Denny

Red Rock, Nevada:

Frontman Denny kneels,
the funnel rises,
and RockStar bongs twelve ounces of Everclear
through a beer bong.

Derek,
the checker who allowed us to buy the liquid,
smiles. "Five minutes"

Evan disagrees. "Ten",
and a Casio timer gets to twelve before Denny
goes off to kneel again.

He holds it until sixteen,
groans,
then projectiles pure proof
until sunup.

We bring him warm compresses,
stay with him - even wipe his drool -
while, in the front room,
music blares and money changes hands.