THE SMALL ONE

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THE SMALL ONE

It was a quick visit. I didn’t even realize I needed one but
obviously you knew better. That’s the thing about signs;
they appear when not requested, revealed when your eyes
are blind. Your phantom touch allowed me to feel my gravity
weighing me down. Then you were gone, swallowed by an
expanse of blue sky, leaving me the small one in your wake.

~ Joseph A. Pinto

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IN THE LAST DUSTY BAR

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IN THE LAST DUSTY BAR

thought i had lost you
because it had been so long
since i felt anywhere near right
but you found me in the
last dusty bar i had frequented;
sauntered beside me
shushed my questions
splashed Scotch across my lips
lit fire to my tongue
and said:
“write, motherfucker”

my muse always has a way with words.

~ Joseph A. Pinto

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CINDER AND ASH

CINDER AND ASH

I fucked it all up, didn’t I?
and what I did can’t be undone,
can it?
I thought I held us firm
but
wound up squeezing too hard
now I’m left staring at the dust
and
it’s much more painful than looking at your face
(which remains angelic, by the way).
I’m a prisoner to my own Hades
and
the fires that burn, well,
they’ve burnt cinder back to cinder
and
ash back down to ash
in a recycled mad chaos of sorts.
I wish I could tell you how much
I ache for you
but
doing so would only cause me to
splinter further.
Doing so would cause you to
suffer further.

~ Joseph A. Pinto

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WHAT I SHOULD NOT KNOW

WHAT I SHOULD NOT KNOW

first date
don’t be so coy
you know you’ve been blowing him out in the parking lot
leaving your half eaten panini beside me
leaving me sick in the mouth
remembering
how he stroked that fleshy thigh of yours
it’s none of my business, of course
but you’ve intruded all the same
with that yuppie glass of Pinot Grigio of yours
beside my sterile snifter of Scotch
tell me
don’t be so shy
did you let him cum in your mouth the first time out?
the residue of days old coleslaw beside me
leaving me sick on the tongue
stupid girl
he’ll only admire another next week
much like the half eaten panini beside me
you’ll grow cold and forgotten.

~ Joseph A. Pinto

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VISIT WITH A BROKEN BODY

VISIT WITH A BROKEN BODY

i went to visit my chiropractor today, i sat in the
waiting area, waiting patiently for my broken back
and broken neck to receive attention
a pull a tug a twist to all my broken parts and then I could say
‘aah, this is better, until tomorrow’

but i sat patiently and an old woman came out from the patient
rooms, she walked from the patient rooms as i sat patiently
she walked spryly for someone her age
complained about her home life to anyone who would listen
that would be four of us, including

myself, including another woman in a wheelchair
her legs broken and useless like my back is broken
and i am useless, but the old woman made it a point to
complain about her home life her husband her son
her mangy dog that ate too much food and again her
husband who took too much of her life

away, she complained about her body.
she looked at the other woman in the wheelchair and complained
about her body complained how one day she’d be in a
wheelchair and when the wheelchaired woman replied
‘i’ve been in this wheelchair for over 20 years’

the old woman (the complaining woman) replied
how she’d really need that wheelchair one day too.
the old woman (the complaining woman) looked at me but
i shifted my eyes to my lap as i sat waiting patiently
in my chiropractor’s waiting area

had i looked at her i would’ve told her
‘shut the fuck up’

~ Joseph A. Pinto

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REPRIEVE

REPRIEVE

is it okay if I lay beside you?
because I can’t keep my eyes open much longer
i’ve been pretty tired as of late
and things have seemed
to slow down around me.

is it okay if I cry on your pillowcase?
i’d wash it but it’ll dry soon enough
that’s the way an old ache goes
flowing with the deep thaw
soon parched from summer’s haze.

is it okay if I call out old names in the dark?
the more I speak them the more I’ll remember
not to forget
i’d like to write them in a jazz song someday
sing a melody whether the band’s ready or not.

is it okay if I lay beside you?
won’t be much longer till I see the light
and that old ache flows on
whisper to me while my breaths grow shallow
whisper to me goodnight.

~ Joseph A. Pinto

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