Joseph A. Pinto

barflypoet & author of dark fiction


‘let the damn grass grow’


i call you down from the sky

the landscapers drown me out

their mowers overpowering my words

what is left to say anyway?

that i miss you? that i wish you were here?

that i wish your granddaughter knew you?

that she would put curls in your hair?

you already know all these things and more

10 years makes the thought process quite redundant

yet still i call you down

time after time after time.


the truth is i buried you once

and have never stopped.


this morning i had hoped for an easy walk

you and i and invisible sentiments

the leaf blowers blow away my thoughts

i never despised a sunny morning more than

the one caging my shadow now

and as the lawns rejoice their fresh manicures

and as the joggers rejoice their healthy hearts

and as the world rejoices another turn

of synchronized chaos

i curse it all.




© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.


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5 thoughts on “let the damn grass grow

  1. tara caribou says:

    Some days are harder than others. Damn lawnmowers.

  2. Of all of your poetry that I have read, this one is the most powerful. Bravo

    1. Joseph Pinto says:

      thank you, brother. some pieces cut more closely to the heart than others…

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