Santucket Road Poem by Stephen Mateus

Linoleum tear drops,

as uncorked bottles sob burgundy,

The first warm night in June,

our youth moonlit,

as we laughed like idiots,


Raving fools,

drunk on tomorrows,

drunk on something cheap,

but something earned,


An escape from the rat race,

the scheduled madness,


We danced below the stolen minutes of the sun,

and conned them all,

the perfect getaway,

they'll never catch us,



Outlaws,

on borrowed time,

in rented beds,

and wrinkled sheets,

we owned the world,


And this night,

and those stars,

frozen fireflies,

mapping the darkness,


We'll find our way,

one way or another,

they'll never catch us,


but if they do,

they'll find us dancing.