Joseph A. Pinto

barflypoet & author of dark fiction

  my rhythm of taps…   ‘drumsticks’ clear-eyed from the distance but obviously you’ve not looked quite close enough. machine gun rat-a-tat-tat marring my whites like crows stealing ahead of october night. your words still catch my lungs and not even the waking wisps from neighbors’ chimneys can clear them out. slow or fast, my …

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