Gallons of White Rum

drinkin gallons of white rum gulping them down the throat
with ferocity you talk psychotic gibberish of a man u once knew.
you walk along the shore the waves they hit your knees but you dont care
you say they dont hurt you anymore.
what with the inebriated head hanging loosely on your worn out
shoulders you talk talk and talk
as if the only thing your parents never asked was to seal the tongue from the heart
and soul from the mind.
you bare yourself of your secrets that kept seeping
out of the nose the ears and things you never dared to reveal
except to the man you talk of
some 20 years back
the man who was just like me
you say.

and with the breeze hitting hard on my cheeks
and moonlight flaming up yours
i listen to u intently
with no awe just prudence, the calmness of a man who's seen it all before
at least read it in some heads of strangers walkin beside him and thinking loudly
of their incensed pasts and drunken future.
i listen to you and i pity you.
and you pity me
for the same.
because i am not like him and you are not the same.