and i am tired i cannot stand your mouth the way you form your words the way your caustic attitude reshapes my way of thinking; thinking, or is it merely piecing thoughts together haphazardly as a child might do? i am so tired of existing on jigsaw puzzle pieces so tired of you …
altered state so i cleanse myself in more booze. call me a lush but it’s more a penchant to wash away the truth. you don’t understand; i don’t expect you to. my altered state is preferable than being drunk on what’s assumed to be. #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph …
spinnin’ the greatest hits from the barflypoet yesterday and today! #tbt compassion is hell you draw her over your shoulders the warmth you’ve been waiting on for years honey in an otherwise tepid life and even as she leaves your skin flushed you never seem to notice her fingers have grown …
she’s in denial this is her way: toss flowers across his words anything to lend pretty to his ugly. #barflypoet #josephapinto © 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 …
lovers love silence sit beside me touch knees like no one else is watching whisper verse in my ear together we’ll rewrite all conversation steal filament from the bulbs refill them with fireflies; i’ll keep july for you always i’ll craft you mermaid lore. steal me, won’t you we’ll go out until …
stigma of spades make no mistake the stigma of spades has been branded upon my flesh. most see a curse. i find it a blessing. #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. …poetry handcrafted from the inside of bars … my poetry collection ‘A Distilled Spirit: …
#tbt late night perils i loved the way you stabbed cigars at the end of your stilettos and cursed the newspaper deliveryman in the half-light of dawn. i loved the way we closed the clubs and cut the fat through the muck of our disco fries. if it wasn’t for …
