Joseph A. Pinto

barflypoet & author of dark fiction


it would be my luck
that you show up
hacking your lungs
spraying disease

all over the bar
when all i wished
was to drink
write raw poetry

eat grilled meat

instead no amount of disinfectant
can make me feel sterile;
already my skin turns green

like the mucous seeping from your nose.

i can barely finish this poem
but i will eat the dead cow
knock back my scotch
then drive to the er

crawling with infection

awaiting eventual death.


© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.

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