an excerpt from my new collection ‘FROM MY FRONT STEPS’ the forgotten phase the country closed tight though like an old whore some parts insist on parting open accepting the dime but not the dollar common sense priceless and drying in jars moonshine gone the way of lemonade and the sober guzzle …
self-analysis figure yourself the fuck out. i can’t do it for you. listen to this poem ‘FROM MY FRONT STEPS‘ now available on Amazon #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. all poetry is older work and chosen at random unless otherwise noted. ‘Scotch and …
you knew shit until me so accustomed you were to the frill, the grandeur so accustomed to sparkle the hollow repetition of delicacies; you never saw me coming; you never knew i existed at all; truths long denied now stain you; gentle love atop your bed traded for a hard fuck against the …
thunder it’s thunderously quiet in this dark. the truth is that no matter how much i tell myself i am better off without you i’m not. listen to this poem ‘FROM MY FRONT STEPS‘ now available on Amazon #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. all poetry …
right mix you and me nothing but bone to provide space flesh to bind. listen to this poem ‘FROM MY FRONT STEPS‘ now available on Amazon #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. all poetry is older work and chosen at random unless otherwise noted. …
day after day the cruelest of all the lonelies is waiting on a phone that refuses to ring. listen to this poem ‘FROM MY FRONT STEPS‘ now available on Amazon #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. all poetry is older work and chosen at random unless …
murderers i drank scotch i drank scotch drank another scotch and took a piss and noticed the snot on the walls a graveyard of snot dead by smearing and dead by premature picking hanging a sacred place above the urinal. i scrubbed my hands did not touch the bar but threw down …
did you get your copy of FROM MY FRONT STEPS yet? it’s a poetry collection, of course, but also a story within a story within a story, and no one really knows how it will end… here’s the introductory page to FROM MY FRONT STEPS summer 2020: over the course …
a different route i really should be sitting atop the cool dew mat of your grave but i’ve chosen a different route today— uncomfortable stool beneath me a jagged tear on the one beside sipping on a scotch watching as what remains of this afternoon bleeds away. listen to this poem …
i haven’t thrown it back in awhile, so no better time than now! spinnin’ the greatest hits from the barflypoet yesterday and today! #tbt monstrosities come don your spider silk trousseau, indulge me a jig— funeral hymn and devil’s perfume— blackened, our matrimony miasma, our vows ever faithful i’ll be to rust-mouthed …
