Joseph A. Pinto

barflypoet & author of dark fiction


i share with you something brand new:




somewhere they are marching

from hoarse throats a strobe

red and blue they vomit

into streets barren of sense

and sensibilities the bane

of ignorance far too long

cathedrals house the flame

while departed the souls

lift the voices they lack

cadence rousing ancestors

from soil unsettled

siblings perish while we, bleed


and who, implores angels

consoles His image?




© 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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