Joseph A. Pinto

barflypoet & author of dark fiction


 

father’s day

 

today i stand above the bones;

my own are restless

they strike like chimes when i walk

 

i am deaf to the chords.

 

today i stir above the bones;

my own are fractured

they grate like gears inside the clock

 

i have lost track of the time.

 

today i pray above the bones;

my own are mourning

they cry like gulls above the sea

 

endless as it is deep, this sea.

 

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© 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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