hold the bottle up with your
two sweety hands, watch
the liqu id light up from the
lamp next to the bed, listen
closly to the sound of the
door, it could be the devel,
or a cop from next door.
hold the bottle up one last
time, watch the liquid move,
like the cars outside.dance
in circles and run and laugh
and think, this could be the
night i die.
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/high-school-blues/
