Joseph A. Pinto

barflypoet & author of dark fiction




beset by shapes of smoke i drift through, above, beyond. twisted such as rope my hands, knots. all i touch, drifts, drifting. inside out i, open, spills, spilling backward to self. secrets like dogs e’er faithful waiting for walk, and walked, ne’er collared. sshh, angels talk, where, where trumpets blare in quiescent hearts of which no such beats ears know. grand void beckons, beckoning while apparitions of sham turn heads

oh, was he ne’er e’er there?

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4 thoughts on “asomatous

  1. Wonderful writing! I hope you’re well.

    1. Joseph Pinto says:

      hey! yes! just keeping myself busy 😊 how about you?

      1. Yes, been busy myself actually. I’m glad you’re okay. Your writings are always so lovely.

      2. Joseph Pinto says:

        🥰 thank you

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