Joseph A. Pinto

barflypoet & author of dark fiction




slowly circling, slowly circling, tongue flicking out, flicking in, fringes of my cheek an old tasseled rug and syllables whistling through it like kettle steam, don’t leave, don’t leave us, air rushes from the hole through which you hooked me, i am hushed, our vision kept close to vest, blush of our promise fled your breast, what’s left, fast-fingered my heart your palm to next, i am left guessing an illusionary conjuring before my eyes while faith gathers necessary branches to withstand another long night alone inside my ribs.


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5 thoughts on “legerdemain

  1. tara caribou says:

    Intense piece, Joe.

    1. Joseph Pinto says:

      thank you so much, Tara! 🥰

  2. As I enjoyed on your other site. You rock those words with such intensity.

    1. Joseph Pinto says:

      thank you sooooo much, Kim! 🥰

      1. You’re welcome 🤗

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