Hercules went crazy,
And he drove into New York
He said, “I think I’ve gone and
Killed my wife and kids.
Now, I’m practically a god.
I’ve done some fucked up shit before
But I don’t think I’ll be
Getting over this.”
“Woah, woah, woah
What do you mean 'you ‘think?’”
I asked.
He laughed and said,
“Some things, I can’t believe.
C’mon I wanna drink
And jaw about
Impossible things.”
So I lit out from Astoria
Down to 2nd Ave. & 9th
Where he’d gotten us a
Table at Veselka.
When I came in, he said, “I figured
That some Greek cuisine’d be nice.”
I said, “It’s Ukrainian, but I
Appreciate the gesture.”
“Ai, yai, yai
I’ve been too far from home!”
He laughed.
"We sat and sang
Old songs we used to sing.
The shots of ouzo flowed
And made us bold,
Impossible things.
We sang la la la…
“So what have you been up to
Since this tragedy occurred?”
He said, “Some odd jobs for a
Cousin of my friend.
Like I just killed off a flock of
Poisonous robotic birds
And used their blood to
Cauterize a hydra’s head.
Oh, you know,
I stole man-eating horses,
Channelled river ways to
Wash their stables clean.
I’ve still gotta kill a giant bore
And do more and more
Impossible things.”
He stabbed at his pierogi.
“I guess I’m here to take a break.”
I said, “You don’t drive through
Manhattan to relax.”
He said,
I can’t be punished hard enough
To pay for my mistakes,
And all my miracles
Won’t bring them back.”
Anyway,
We walked out quiet in the dark
When suddenly an arc of
Gold and indigo and green
Crossed the avenue and spread
It lit the air above our heads
Like some impossible thing
He said,
“So what’s it take to make it right?”
I said, “The rest of your life.
And impossible things.
So la la la…