Joseph A. Pinto

barflypoet & author of dark fiction

‘collapsing’

it requires no touch
just our bodies collapsing
into each other’s space.

#barflypoet
#josephapinto

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Pour yourself my poetry collection ‘A Distilled Spirit: pained prose from a bar,’ ready for consumption at:

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‘accounting for dummies’

you keep a system
of checks and balances
in place for everyone
but yourself.

#barflypoet
#josephapinto

© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.

Aren’t we all lost in some way..?

My poetry collection ‘A Distilled Spirit: pained prose from a bar‘ now ready for consumption at:

Amazon paperback: goo.gl/31Zp1i

Amazon kindle ebook: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079J536ZC

Barnes and Noble: goo.gl/SbKH26

UK Amazon paperback: goo.gl/4LcSxE

UK Amazon kindle ebook: goo.gl/wHsW14

I asked for your pain. You gave it to me. It’s time for my ‘what pains you project.’

‘lost at 30,000 feet’

even on your best days
you’re still flying coach
sometimes with a window seat
sometimes not
you’ve finally leveled off
cruising above the clouds
but you don’t have the nerve to unbuckle;
you know you’ll never descend.
the gate perpetually approaching
the runway forever sealed off
pretzels the stewardess gave you
uneaten in your hand.
clothes in your carry-on have dated you
they were outfits for a far more adventurous girl
sooner or later you’ll return where you came from
fresh clothes are waiting
but the pretzels are no less stale.

#barflypoet
#josephapinto

#whatpainsyouproject –
a poem for an anonymous reader and their pain…

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I asked for your pain. You gave it to me. It’s time for my ‘what pains you project.’

‘slow rot and yet her daughter still loved her’

betrayed by the body
so less painful than
disowned by the blood—

you bore witness to years
adopted siblings carried
by their necks into your house;
never was it home.

upside down she turned them
before you one by one
the only silence to a thirsty tongue
till her guts turned inside out;

they found her turned inside out.

that house now of rot and ruin
is sealed off, no love that ever grew in
no angel could ever view in
still they found you;
you were always there.

you were always there.

she chose the amber for her eye
not you, never the apple of her eye
still somehow, they found you;

you were always there.

#barflypoet
#josephapinto

#whatpainsyouproject –
a poem for an anonymous reader and their pain…

© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.

‘a thousand ways to prick me’

it’s still the same vein
it only bleeds a different color now.

#barflypoet
#josephapinto

© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.

Aren’t we all lost in some way..?

My poetry collection ‘A Distilled Spirit: pained prose from a bar‘ now ready for consumption at:

Amazon paperback: goo.gl/31Zp1i

Amazon kindle ebook: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079J536ZC

Barnes and Noble: goo.gl/SbKH26

UK Amazon paperback: goo.gl/4LcSxE

UK Amazon kindle ebook: goo.gl/wHsW14

 

I asked for your pain. You gave it to me. It’s time for my ‘what pains you project.’

‘scream your coming in silence’

you got an ache in dem bones
dat you can’t chase for tryin’
but it ain’t nothin’ comparin’
to dat ole worn spot
‘cross the matting of your soul

yeah it’s been tread on
not so casually
by feet with no direction
so pull dem socks on, girl
time to mark a new trail
one heel fore the other

as whisper like
as you are loud.

#barflypoet
#josephapinto

#whatpainsyouproject –
a poem for an anonymous reader and their pain…

© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.

I asked for your pain. You gave it to me. It’s time for my ‘what pains you project.’

‘he knows she’s not the one’

lunchbox in hand
he gets to work
toiling at a job
he’s loved to hate
while all the freeways
to greater opportunity
have closed around him.

undeterred he eats
his ham and cheese
patiently dreaming on
the day he changes
white bread for
wheat.

#barflypoet
#josephapinto

#whatpainsyouproject –
a poem for an anonymous reader and their pain…

© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.