fucked up text at 5:05pm i’m going on a date tonight. i just wanted to be honest with you. staring at her words the irony struck him squarely between the eyes that the days preceding her message consisted only of lies. #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. …
urinal greatest fucking mysteries of life: why can’t we love one another why can’t anyone ask how i’m feeling why my piss sometimes flows in two separate streams. #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. …poetry handcrafted from the inside of bars… listen to this …
still art why do we tolerate the tart tongue but not the lemons in the bowl? #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. …poetry handcrafted from the inside of bars… listen to this poem my newest poetry collection ‘Scotch and Scars’ is now available in paperback and …
left with nothing but whys desperate to write closure in what they shared he discovers that the ink in his pen has run dry. #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. …poetry handcrafted from the inside of bars… listen to this poem my newest poetry collection ‘Scotch …
boxcars throw your favorite tee on the one with that band i never paid attention who but i can hum all their songs let’s jump boxcars head to the north side maybe we’ll hit the coast work on that cottage you always wanted to own we’ll use the flocks overhead to measure the …
wake up, girl a sin she keeps the ugly bottled inside while butterflies flit outside her window. #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. …poetry handcrafted from the inside of bars… listen to this poem my newest poetry collection ‘Scotch and Scars’ is now available in paperback …
spinnin’ the greatest hits from the barflypoet yesterday and today! #tbt conundrum the conundrum is not my place in this world, you say but my standing— so tired of the vacuum between myself and anyone the universe delivers to me, so tired of the ships that have sailed their port. …
i’m entitled the man asked why do you look so worn? money my daughter’s future my never-ending pain my existence taken with a grain of salt and i am so overlooked. the man shrugged your problems are no different from anyone else. you motherfucker can’t my worries be mine? can’t …
catholic upbringings lift your gaze to the steeple your guilt lasts only long enough until you run once more from the reach of your almighty. #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. …poetry handcrafted from the inside of bars… my newest poetry collection ‘Scotch and Scars’ is …
november in chicago (thru the thick and thin) and like the boughs we are stripped of our flesh in a hurry of colors; the north wind does not tolerate secrets nor does it allow the preservation of our dna under layers; we have lost daylight savings losing that savior of selves while our …
