WICK To twist, to dance, to sway; to catch your smile in gilded embrace. To live knowing your breath alone will extinguish my existence. © Copyright 2015 Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.
WICK To twist, to dance, to sway; to catch your smile in gilded embrace. To live knowing your breath alone will extinguish my existence. © Copyright 2015 Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.
BOWED STILL I STRIDE Your purpose seems hell-bent on serving to demassify me – when will you learn that unlike the storms that have reshaped your landscape, I will never seek higher ground. I will not compartmentalize to fit any ideal but my own; bowed still I stride, and when your voice hits hurricane pitch …
STRAIN The E.R. seemed quiet a ruined man coughing up ghosts sneezing lies of what home should be an overweight woman bleeding from her soul, condescending son lamenting his late night and they avoid my gaze (well they should) for my pain would serve only to break them. Pretty nurse takes pulse, pressure eyes sparkling …
CONVINCE YOURSELF Do you remember that day you shushed me? Silk finger on my lips stilling… my pulse. Clouds fell and you caught them, dabbed tears from my eyes, stole the sun’s rays, stabbed them through my heart. Mercy killing, so was whispered… still I, I could not talk, not with your fist down my …
Joseph A. Pinto 