NEW YEAR AND THE GYM it’s how it goes raise a glass or a paper cup stuff food into your mouth worry about the calories when you join the gym you will turn your back on three months down the road but your resolutions won’t last nearly as long a grand idea now they glitter …
YOUR UNCANNY WAY OF KNOWING How sad, you told me, your eyes no longer dance the symphonies you used to orchestrate no longer echo in your head and yet, you told me, I can hear you scream in the silence, the chords you once struck for the living now a hymn for the dead. ~ …
SKIN It’s so hard to be in your skin the actions restrictive and peace doesn’t come easy what’s required is a bit of wayside shedding ignoring the pieces that shaped you as they flutter down. ~ Joseph A. Pinto © Copyright 2015 Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.
THE SMALL ONE It was a quick visit. I didn’t even realize I needed one but obviously you knew better. That’s the thing about signs; they appear when not requested, revealed when your eyes are blind. Your phantom touch allowed me to feel my gravity weighing me down. Then you were gone, swallowed by an …
MY OWN GOD TONIGHT Fogged I am, and still I cannot clear my reflection from what I perceive in my mind. The water is as cleansing as the voices in my head; if you stop and listen closely, you will hear them too, beckoning to the infinite ends. Still, I pause to recollect myself, lather …
BOWED STILL I STRIDE Your purpose seems hell-bent on serving to demassify me – when will you learn that unlike the storms that have reshaped your landscape, I will never seek higher ground. I will not compartmentalize to fit any ideal but my own; bowed still I stride, and when your voice hits hurricane pitch …
STRAIN The E.R. seemed quiet a ruined man coughing up ghosts sneezing lies of what home should be an overweight woman bleeding from her soul, condescending son lamenting his late night and they avoid my gaze (well they should) for my pain would serve only to break them. Pretty nurse takes pulse, pressure eyes sparkling …
