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