Smoke rings around my face.
Rolled smooth,
Thirteen dollar-a-pound taste.
Stench in my hair,
On his breath,
The one thing tonight we share.
Pushed across the booth,
Awkward glances
Easier said then done when hiding the truth.
Cheap tobacco blown,
Faces penetrated with exhales and thoughts,
A squeeze of the hand the only thing shown.
Smoke as thick as a fresh rain’s mud.
No more breathe
Just smoke running through my blood.