Joseph A. Pinto

barflypoet & author of dark fiction

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.

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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.

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