after months of not crafting any new poetry, i finally broke the dry spell.
two weeks ago, i started writing again and because of our pandemic ridden world, did so atop my front steps.
perhaps i shall be known as the ‘housefly poet’ for awhile.
regardless, i am writing again.
and with drinks in hand…
i share with you something brand new:
rust to something louder
and so after all these months
i grip spade and grave rob the tomb
my old haunts have moved on
still fervor rattles the bones
marvel, will you
over my state of preservation
a cold corpse yet done dying
decayed lips yet done lying
aren’t we taught truth
comes from the heart
my veracities boxed now
atop another’s shelf.
you thought i’d be dust and powder.
i’ve evolved from rust to something louder
than you could ever comprehend.
© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.
…poetry handcrafted from the inside of bars (and atop front steps) …
my poetry collection ‘A Distilled Spirit: pained prose from a bar,’ is available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
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