Joseph A. Pinto

barflypoet & author of dark fiction

 

and this is why i love writing from bars.

i think i need to go on tour…

 

‘she’s just angry’

 

cries:

he used me

he took all the best

i was.

 

she sucks angry on her cigarette

the way she sucked angry

on his dick.

 

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From My Front Steps,’ ‘Scotch and Scars’ and ‘A Distilled Spirit’ in paperback and Kindle ebook at Amazon.

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moments are few but here is my one…

 

‘avoidance’

 

mother and father took the tines to my eyes but never time to soothe my tongue and so much of my embryo goes unanswered like why did i grow into who i am and why do i see now what i’ve been blind to before and who the fuck nourished me when most obviously my bloodlines ran thin? i am not yours and clearly i am so wayward how could i ever put forth a signal to be heard? generations ensuing my cells will never know the pliancy of my flesh but my daughter keeps the consistency of who i am and for that reason alone i stay present in all my moments no matter how they crush me.

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From My Front Steps,’ ‘Scotch and Scars’ and ‘A Distilled Spirit’ in paperback and Kindle ebook at Amazon.

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perfectly whole yet not quite together…

 

‘monachopsis’

 

a thousand interlocking pieces yet none hold the smooth to slip me in. a shape with projection i seem to push the mass away. even if we lock would i ever want to conform to your spatial monotony? i hear what you’re saying but it’s falling on deaf ears. you want me here but a path leads from the sash i’ve left open. inch turned to gap. the draft never turned your head to notice so neither will the guilt when i move on. it’s a pretty picture when all comes together. there’s a hole in the middle rendering it obsolete.

 

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© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.

From My Front Steps,’ ‘Scotch and Scars’ and ‘A Distilled Spirit’ in paperback and Kindle ebook at Amazon.

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‘death no matter’

 

these people

they think i die to drink

no, no friends

 

i drink to die.

 

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© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.

From My Front Steps,’ ‘Scotch and Scars’ and ‘A Distilled Spirit’ in paperback and Kindle ebook at Amazon.

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do you stay well after the curtain drops…?

 

‘playbill’

 

fifth act. we find our protagonist once fool now hanged man center stage and all unfolding behind eyes does so unaware of severed cords to facial expression and while heart trembles worrisomely to outcomes beyond measure he’ll suspend expectation and keep forever his surrender

 

waiting.

 

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© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.

From My Front Steps,’ ‘Scotch and Scars’ and ‘A Distilled Spirit’ in paperback and Kindle ebook at Amazon.

www.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto 

 

 

 

Hey guys, so I’m doing some thing a little different.

I’d love to get your honest opinion on my new book blurb. Yep, I just let the cat out of the bag. We’rew gunning for its release end of summer 2023.

I’m not giving away the title, but I’m very excited for you all to read it. I’ll be dropping more promo and hints soon enough.

Please reply with your email so I can send you the blurb. It’s less than 100 words, so not much of a time stealer.

I thank you all in advance!

Joe

#barflypoet

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© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.

From My Front Steps,’ ‘Scotch and Scars’ and ‘A Distilled Spirit’ in paperback and Kindle ebook at Amazon.

www.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto 

 

 

where are the fresh voices and deliveries?

why is so much presented for the eyes

and not crafted from the heart?

 

‘beacon’

 

we live in a world

of posers and followers

desperate for the

free and brave

to liberate us

from all the shit.

 

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© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.

From My Front Steps,’ ‘Scotch and Scars’ and ‘A Distilled Spirit’ in paperback and Kindle ebook at Amazon.

www.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto 

 

‘band-aid, she always uses a band-aid’

 

he’s interesting—

he’s well-traveled

he’s a musician on weekends

he’s single

but he’s not my type.

 

i listen to her words

and shake my head sadly

knowing she’ll find a reason

to take him up on a night out.

 

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© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.

From My Front Steps,’ ‘Scotch and Scars’ and ‘A Distilled Spirit’ in paperback and Kindle ebook at Amazon.

www.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto 

 

looking thru the glass. and seeing nothing…

 

‘assassin’

 

something’s swimming in my snifter that shouldn’t be. maybe part of a bug or yet another piece of myself i’ve been forced to swallow and now repeats in untimely fashion like when i want to forget the knife holes in my back. usually i ignore all leaking down my spine but it’s hard when all i want to really say goes whistling through. i’m sure if i had you alone you’d see i’ve crossed your name off from my list. a concise unshaking line that speaks of cold-blooded laces knotted to shoes walking on. the rich irony to be mocked as boy who conjures things he can’t see when quite clearly here you are holding conversation with a ghost. when next i greet you, and you, and you, i’ll glide untethered and true in the knowing a single shot took me out and into peace. until then i’ll knock back this booze and ignore the defineless particles which once i may have been but surely now no more.

 

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© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.

From My Front Steps,’ ‘Scotch and Scars’ and ‘A Distilled Spirit’ in paperback and Kindle ebook at Amazon.

 

 

you figure things out the hard way…

 

‘yes isn’t always the answer’

 

yes isn’t always the answer

i couldn’t figure out

what he meant

but it became clearer

after several shots of irish whiskey

 

look, sometimes you have to grow balls

and stick up for yourself

be a man and not some compliant pussy

that rolls over to your woman.

 

he suddenly got a text from his wife

and hurried home.

 

i poured whiskey down my throat

stumbled in at 4am

walked into walls

pissed in the sink

and caught holy hell.

 

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© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.

From My Front Steps,’ ‘Scotch and Scars’ and ‘A Distilled Spirit’ in paperback and Kindle ebook at Amazon.