Feet in The Water

Sitting on the boardwalk trying to corner rum

my counterpart talking about

another counterpart

the things that spilled from his tongue

left me confused

as to say

how could one hate something

and then tell his counterpart that he should try

the sense, it makes none

but night was not young

and plenty of liquor in all of our systems

so meaning to our words is determinable
but we are alcohol infused man
so none of this we will remember


To; Golden, made of gold