Joseph A. Pinto

barflypoet & author of dark fiction


‘they meet every morning at 9’


brittle bones crave the vitamin d and java.


bagels are slowly masticated by teeth grown false

like the theory of graceful aging.


hot water remains ideal for digestion as long as

the shit in the drawers is overlooked.


minute by minute the mundane is celebrated

while epitaphs are engraved.


feet are calloused and bunioned but the eyes waltz

comparing the grandkids and the last time


bowels functioned the way they were meant.




©  Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.


Knock back my poetry collection ‘A Distilled Spirit: pained prose from a bar,’ now on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.


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