late night perils

<p>'late night perils'</p> <p><br></p> <p>i loved the way you stabbed</p> <p><br></p> <p>cigars at the end of your stilettos</p> <p><br></p> <p>and cursed the newspaper deliveryman</p> <p><br></p> <p>in the half-light of dawn.</p> <p><br></p> <p><br></p> <p>&nbsp;i loved the way we closed</p> <p><br></p> <p>the clubs and cut the fat</p> <p><br></p> <p>through the muck of our disco fries.</p> <p><br></p> <p><br></p> <p>&nbsp;if it wasn’t for your budweiser mouth</p> <p><br></p> <p>i still might be in love.</p> <p><br></p> <p>#barflypoet</p> <p>#josephapinto</p> <p>www.josephpinto.com&nbsp;</p> <p>© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.</p> <p>*</p> <p>Poetry served to you raw and unedited from the moment crafted;</p> <p>all poetry is older work and chosen at random unless otherwise noted.</p> <p>*</p> <p>‘Scotch and Scars’ and ‘A Distilled Spirit’ in paperback and Kindle ebook at Amazon.</p> --- Support this podcast: <a href="https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/joseph-pinto3/support" rel="payment">https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/joseph-pinto3/support</a>