I’m still terrible at titling these

Live jazz and strong drinks
Set our tongues afloat
Riding high and higher
As we cast despairing words
Into the wash of noise

Tall tales and old news
Drift and drown away
Who cares to keep
Such meager things
Or ever catch them?

Fixed smiles and tired eyes
Plot divergent courses
Preferring ‘sunk’ to ‘saved’
Scuttled fleets of words
Never trusted to the waves

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