‘it’s in the telling’ i have completely tuned them out. i understand how little they respect me. i’m not as detached as i let on. their truth is as fabricated as my smile. #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. …poetry handcrafted from the inside …
‘he knew but didn’t want to believe’ thank you for betraying me tonight this bar will thank you drained wallet drained bottle of scotch drained heart that made a fucking mess of the place. #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. …poetry handcrafted from the inside of bars; …
‘in search of’ we’re all in search of something. he’s in search of a strong cell phone signal she’s in search of any signal from her man he’s in search of a way to keep the woman at the bar from elbowing him while she talks but she’s in search of an ear; more …
‘cougar’ she’s hitting 50 hem of her shorts hitting her chin keeping with the times unaware her moment passed her 30 years ago. #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. …poetry handcrafted from the inside of bars; no poem recently written… Knock back my poetry collection ‘A Distilled …
‘café’ let’s meet in a café i’ll draw your portrait if i could do justice to myth. i’ll lick latte from your tongue then write your name in my cup let’s sing poetry and confuse the patrons: they don’t understand cobblestoned meter. you sway to jazz and i’ll grind to blues …
‘comic’ after awhile it all becomes nonsense her at the top of her lungs calling him so prick —ish him firing back how did things get so fucked up —ish if they didn’t crush each other time and time again they might actually find it funny. #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. …
‘and here i’m worried of my pimple’ 1, 2, 3 he drains the beers down his throat no apologies for the belches or his thinning hair. #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. …poetry handcrafted from the inside of bars; no poem recently written… Knock back my poetry …
