I used to drink rum

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I used to drink rum
distilled
by an old lady
in a vase in her kitchen

I used to drink rum
while she’d grimace and say
flaquito
relax

I used to drink rum
good stuff
it’d burn going down
before swimming back up

I used to drink rum
sitting on the station steps
and stare off
with the rumble-rumble at my back

I used to drink rum
and wait
and wait
and wait
and wait

After the sun goes down,
the sun comes back up

I used to drink rum
and ignore
the passing strangers
and my own rumble-rumble

I used to drink rum
eyes closed
fingers massaging a blade
just in case

I used to drink rum
and cry
but just a little
for a man

I used to drink rum
some ten years ago
you know
or was it yesterday

it’s hard to say
it’s hard to say

I used to drink rum
and imagine swift death
metal in the heart
blood staining her breasts

I used to drink rum
that’d spill down my chin
and soak my shirt
and stick to my chest

I used to drink rum
but I wasn’t angry at all
just tired
for the wicked, no rest

I used to drink rum
and imagine an end
maybe over the handrail
or on top of the tracks

I used to drink rum
and inter myself
in questions
with the beast roaring by

I’m not sure why
I’m not sure why
I used to drink rum
while my life went dry

But as a raven once said
Nunca más

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