Joseph A. Pinto

barflypoet & author of dark fiction

‘collapsing’ it requires no touch just our bodies collapsing into each other’s space. #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. Pour yourself my poetry collection ‘A Distilled Spirit: pained prose from a bar,’ ready for consumption at: Amazon paperback: goo.gl/31Zp1i Amazon kindle ebook: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079J536ZC Barnes and Noble: goo.gl/SbKH26 UK Amazon paperback: goo.gl/4LcSxE UK Amazon kindle ebook: goo.gl/wHsW14 …

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‘accounting for dummies’ you keep a system of checks and balances in place for everyone but yourself. #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. Aren’t we all lost in some way..? My poetry collection ‘A Distilled Spirit: pained prose from a bar‘ now ready for consumption at: Amazon paperback: goo.gl/31Zp1i Amazon kindle ebook: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079J536ZC …

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I asked for your pain. You gave it to me. It’s time for my ‘what pains you project.’ ‘lost at 30,000 feet’ even on your best days you’re still flying coach sometimes with a window seat sometimes not you’ve finally leveled off cruising above the clouds but you don’t have the nerve to unbuckle; you …

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I asked for your pain. You gave it to me. It’s time for my ‘what pains you project.’ ‘slow rot and yet her daughter still loved her’ betrayed by the body so less painful than disowned by the blood— you bore witness to years adopted siblings carried by their necks into your house; never was …

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‘a thousand ways to prick me’ it’s still the same vein it only bleeds a different color now. #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. Aren’t we all lost in some way..? My poetry collection ‘A Distilled Spirit: pained prose from a bar‘ now ready for consumption at: Amazon paperback: goo.gl/31Zp1i Amazon kindle …

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  I asked for your pain. You gave it to me. It’s time for my ‘what pains you project.’ ‘scream your coming in silence’ you got an ache in dem bones dat you can’t chase for tryin’ but it ain’t nothin’ comparin’ to dat ole worn spot ‘cross the matting of your soul yeah it’s …

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I asked for your pain. You gave it to me. It’s time for my ‘what pains you project.’ ‘he knows she’s not the one’ lunchbox in hand he gets to work toiling at a job he’s loved to hate while all the freeways to greater opportunity have closed around him. undeterred he eats his ham …

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