walk, keep walking
i asked how you were doing
you replied
i’m just living another day to die
it all becomes so menial after awhile;
the only things that should matter
are the miles between you and
the last town
keeping your face to the sun.
#josephapinto
#barflypoet
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inward
i draw inward so many times
that i find myself turned inside out
guts free for picking
secrets not so secret anymore
but you don’t notice.
#josephapinto
#barflypoet
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snapshot
i knew you’d be dead soon
so i took your photograph
exposed you somewhere
between this world
and the next
the nerve of you
not bothering to thank me
as i photoshopped your sallow flesh
in a handsome tinge of sepia
an improvement, trust me
still you’re so stuck in your ways
much like your insistence
upon chatting with aunt betty
who’ll be gone three years this may.
#josephapinto
#barflypoet
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bartender
her regrets overflow
more than her pours.
pleas for another round
drown out her own.
her pain as subtle
as the oak on my tongue.
merlot ruminations
stain the coasters.
she hopes i am blind
to the sediment in the glass.
#josephapinto
#barflypoet
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be real
i come
not to ride your unicorns
but to hang their heads
on my wall.
#josephapinto
#barflypoet
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a matter of perception
the gloaming beckons
lullaby calling of persistence;
i long to soar in this purple half-light
rather be lost in the rouge of the setting sun.
#josephapinto
#barflypoet
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song
you are every bit of pain
i ever did sing.
#josephapinto
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