lose ourselves in sand
i’ll choke on the smoke
of your cigarettes;
they smell better than you look
at my bad jokes;
we both know we’re bad
for each other’s health.
the currents have given us
more than we can handle
yet high tide can’t seem
to wash either of us away.
© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.
…poetry handcrafted from the inside of bars…
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