Joseph A. Pinto

barflypoet & author of dark fiction


breakdown in my yard


i was the first

and last

to hold you.


i could not leave you

my intentions true;

i tell myself you knew that

as i scooped you into my hand.


ssh, small thing

what else could i say or do

aside from cradling you against my chest.


i would have healed you

had i the chance

but you pissed your life out

from between my fingers

and i could not cup you


not anymore.


i buried you behind a tree.

i shoveled slowly.

i lowered you with care.


i went inside my house

hid in the basement

beside the washer and dryer

fingers sticky with piss and dirt


and sobbed over a sparrow.


and sobbed over my father.

and sobbed over my dog.


i could not keep together

any of the three.





© 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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3 thoughts on “breakdown in my yard

  1. mbrazfieldm says:

    😔 beautifully painfully crafted great work Poet amazing

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