Joseph A. Pinto

barflypoet & author of dark fiction




you believed me gone



relic; forlorn by lords of depravity

keepsake plucked from dregs of gutter whores and

impoverished mimes



raped; whisper of promise

possession, tarnished and forgotten atop

your bureau



i have bred within you all the while

gratifying your need

sucking you dry


you sang of me maggot’s lament

begged of me torturer’s divine

so i ask you now

who is your molester of truths


your addict of lies?




© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.

 …poetry handcrafted from the inside of bars …


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

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