You spit out trash talk.
Our ears brim over
with curse words
you cannot take back.
Generous,
you offer strangers rounds
gulped down quickly
at Freddy’s Rum Shop.
At home,
fists lash and bash
when someone asks
where the money is gone.
Rum legs only take you
to the cemetery.
We will shake our heads
and stare at your gravestone
laid down too soon.
© Althea Romeo-Mark 01.01.2010
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