Spilt Wine

Visalia

We felt like we ruled this town of ours.
We had no bounds.
The Sticks, Cut Foot, Party Barn, and the Palms,
Five Oh, here he comes!
Keystone Ice in the trunk.
We were sure to get drunk.
Drinking in the dark corners of city parks.
When it was a hundred and six at ten o’clock.
Dancing the night away at the Marco Polo.
One night Jay went to jail.
Back yard parties, when parents were out of town.
With fake ID’s, we were apart of the Shag-nasty crowd.
Chasing girls we adored.
All while listening to the Door’s.