Gregory Cuoco

Rum For Your Life

Late nights end,
From a vacant house, I descend.
Basement, moonlight,
Blue and red, cop’s sight.
Poison emitted into a cage.
Rats trapped go insane.
Party’s no more.
Nikes running,
Track stars sprinting,
Heart starts drumming.
Snake in a bush.
Handcuffs slapped.
Cell plundered, just like that.
Fog strikes soon.
Phone call pops.
Made all up, by the cops.
Punishment sentenced,
When truth still knocks.
Head still ringing.
Parents pay bail.
Try to get a word in,
But my mouth feels full of nails.
Home in my room, ten years later,
Now I’m the town’s mayor.




[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2010 EDITION]


Copyright 2002-2008 Student Publishing Program (SPP). Poetry and prose 2002-2008 by individual authors. Reprinted with permission. SPP developed and designed by Strong Bat Productions.