spinnin’ the greatest hits from the barflypoet yesterday and today! #tbt lost without you the clock strikes an empty passage as in this dark fingers stifle sobs but not the pain that flows through them. #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. Poetry served to you raw …
comfort walking beside you is like holding your hand; we just slip into each other. #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. Poetry served to you raw and unedited from the moment crafted; all poetry is older work and chosen at random unless otherwise noted. listen to this …
all the vices lunatics and geniuses are often alcoholics. i am a poet known to write some arresting verse. in that vein of honor i tip my glass a toast to all the vices that drove men like me mad. #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. …
fumes and funeral flowers i came here to tell you i’ve not much longer left to go. it’s been an uphill ride on fumes and the heavens have dulled. funny, we gaze at the same sky night after night; you see stars shooting while i, dying. i guess i’m saying i’m doing all …
spinnin’ the greatest hits from the barflypoet yesterday and today! #tbt my flesh and blood like a fossil preserve me keep me to unearth some other day these bones are brittle now decayed and ruined yet they speak a story a history i pass on only to you. #barflypoet #josephapinto …
frames without lenses we see what we see. #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. Poetry served to you raw and unedited from the moment crafted; all poetry is older work and chosen at random unless otherwise noted. listen to this poem ‘Scotch and Scars’ and ‘A …
again i hear it again i hear it it’s more than i can bear the crescendo rising words faster than the last a stream of consciousness washing all in its path yet no matter how i plead that the damage is beyond repair the rant rolls on oblivious to the smallest survivor you …
2,678,400 it’s been a month since we’ve talked good thing i haven’t counted— the seconds do pile up. i hear your voice at inopportune times like when i want to forget you— your timbre is ingrained. when i close my eyes i see you smiling in a way that’s supernova— stars died for …
spinnin’ the greatest hits from the barflypoet yesterday and today! #tbt he loved a girl and these demons will only fuel you as you grip the neck of rage infidelity burning your throat along with the bile you long to purge purge; suffer no longer the transparency of these bottles …
chew, swallow, repeat they lie denials as bland as the dinners forced across their tongues. #barflypoet #josephapinto © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. Poetry served to you raw and unedited from the moment crafted; all poetry is older work and chosen at random unless otherwise noted. listen to this poem …
