our bodies are a machine drink, drink be sure to take your piss your body will eliminate all it finds unwanted— memories, waste, love. #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. …poetry handcrafted from the inside of bars… my poetry collection ‘A Distilled Spirit: pained prose …
the memory of you i pushed you out from my life like i would a hard shit thankless and necessary somehow in the end, you still managed to leave me walking in pain. #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. …poetry handcrafted from the inside of …
spinnin’ the greatest hits from the barflypoet yesterday and today! #tbt bartender her regrets overflow more than her pours. pleas for another round drown out her own. her pain as subtle as the oak on my tongue. merlot ruminations stain the coasters. she hopes i am blind …
am i clear my words are not meant to romanticize you but fuck you face first against the wall. #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 …
frankenme you laid hands on me sutures performed without care of the human anatomy a ragged combination of nightmare and selfish ambition the veins left coursing while the heart stone still— i loathe what i’ve become. #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. …poetry handcrafted from the …
rest in peace a man should die with the proper dressing atop his salad bread and butter in his basket. #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 …
spinnin’ the greatest hits from the barflypoet yesterday and today! #tbt a matter of perception the gloaming beckons lullaby calling of persistence; i long to soar in this purple half-light rather be lost in the rouge of the setting sun. #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights …
animal she keeps things caged in her eyes. she’s got your sex written on the finger she sucks at her lips but you can’t have her. those cold sweats leave you wondering which side of the bars you’re really on. #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights …
counseling doesn’t help not a single person in my family takes the time chooses a moment asks me how i’m feeling or who i am. #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. …poetry handcrafted from the inside of bars… my poetry collection ‘A Distilled Spirit: pained …
father’s day today i stand above the bones; my own are restless they strike like chimes when i walk i am deaf to the chords. today i stir above the bones; my own are fractured they grate like gears inside the clock i have lost track of the time. …
