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‘learning to show you my bruises too’ sometimes it’s just one thing that sends the insecure boy scrambling for hidden meaning, for deeper meaning, so scared you’ll say it’s time for you to go home. sometimes the man smiles while the boy stands in tears. * #barflypoet #josephapinto © Joseph A. Pinto * Poetry served raw and unedited from the moment c…
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‘take what you are wherever you are’ in my house and i feel unsettled. out of my house and i feel unsettled. within myself and i am grounded. * #barflypoet #josephapinto © Joseph A. Pinto * Poetry served raw and unedited from the moment crafted. The large majority of my poetry handcrafted from inside bars. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars…
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‘mine’ she collects hearts wherever she goes yet dropped the biggest she’ll find. * #barflypoet #josephapinto © Joseph A. Pinto * Poetry served raw and unedited from the moment crafted. The large majority of my poetry handcrafted from inside bars. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in p…
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i no longer get off... ‘your words’ your words masturbate repeat over and over. * #barflypoet #josephapinto © Joseph A. Pinto * Poetry served raw and unedited from the moment crafted. The large majority of my poetry handcrafted from inside bars. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in pap…
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‘welcome’ i fear i’ve made home a pad, a ghost, a bottle an empty space with structure structure grieving its loss loss so full and round it’s awful. * #barflypoet #josephapinto © Joseph A. Pinto * Poetry served raw and unedited from the moment crafted. The large majority of my poetry handcrafted from inside bars. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch a…
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‘she has left me in silence’ and i fear another long season grows upon me. * #barflypoet #josephapinto © Joseph A. Pinto * Poetry served raw and unedited from the moment crafted. The large majority of my poetry handcrafted from inside bars. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperbac…
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‘it lacks the likes’ they throw words together; i collide my life. * #barflypoet #josephapinto © Joseph A. Pinto * Poetry served raw and unedited from the moment crafted. The large majority of my poetry handcrafted from inside bars. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and eb…
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‘square between the eyes’ it’s a bitch, isn’t it? you spend half your life trying to be part of something then realize you’re enough. * #barflypoet #josephapinto © Joseph A. Pinto * Poetry served raw and unedited from the moment crafted. The large majority of my poetry handcrafted from inside bars. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A…
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‘without milk’ as a young boy i’d eat cheerios one by one filling myself most on the nothing within them. * #barflypoet #josephapinto © Joseph A. Pinto * Poetry served raw and unedited from the moment crafted. The large majority of my poetry handcrafted from inside bars. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry co…
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‘cemetery’ my father is dead and i since left inanimate by the living. * #barflypoet #josephapinto © Joseph A. Pinto * Poetry served raw and unedited from the moment crafted. The large majority of my poetry handcrafted from inside bars. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback an…
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‘oneirocritic’ a plane must taxi the runway before takeoff yet i never hesitated handing you my heart. and across this abstract sphere of nothingness we now find ourselves there remains no gate for boarding, no means to come home. luggage heavier than my head and shuffling feet replace the space to rest either. the plans we made a hole i fell in. m…
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‘small of her back’ to infinity and beyond! * #barflypoet #josephapinto © Joseph A. Pinto * Poetry served raw and unedited from the moment crafted. The large majority of my poetry handcrafted from inside bars. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon. * www.et…
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‘drenched in truth’ oh hey your umbrella floods the car mat my heart pours into your mouth rain pelts the roof we can’t hear flash out the window then a slow rumble declares we are us. * #barflypoet #josephapinto © Joseph A. Pinto * Poetry served raw and unedited from the moment crafted. The large majority of my poetry handcrafted from inside bars.…
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‘parking garage’ and after we loved i took and twirled her about old song for a new dance and from the small of her back pressed her through my soul now she goes where she don’t and i make from where i broke something more beautiful than i ever thought pinkie to pinkie the twine you can’t see but she’s mine and when the music ends she says i’ve a p…
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‘seeing with clarity’ off in the distance the hawks draw circles the way i want to rewrite your skin not your history i’m touching just a place for me to live in. * #barflypoet #josephapinto © Joseph A. Pinto * Poetry served raw and unedited from the moment crafted. The large majority of my poetry handcrafted from inside bars. * 'From My Front Step…
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‘play-doh’ i cracked the seal faith so malleable in my hands twist and bend craft a solid figure easier to hold mashed together what falls will stick again is this all i’ve been after another pretend i think i can shape legs, arms, the head i cannot press together my chest too large for the rest inconsiderate, and ignorant, i fall beneath the frame…
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‘good morning’ she has a way of putting her smile through the phone. * #barflypoet #josephapinto © Joseph A. Pinto * Poetry served raw and unedited from the moment crafted. The large majority of my poetry handcrafted from inside bars. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and …
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‘so deeply’ if anyone should ask what it’s like to kiss her i’ll say falling in. * #barflypoet #josephapinto © Joseph A. Pinto * Poetry served raw and unedited from the moment crafted. The large majority of my poetry handcrafted from inside bars. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in pa…
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‘hospice’ this house is dying. * #barflypoet #josephapinto © Joseph A. Pinto * Poetry served raw and unedited from the moment crafted. The large majority of my poetry handcrafted from inside bars. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon. * www.etsy.com/shop/J…
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‘ecosystem’ the ribcage blossoms plastic carnations milkweed entwinements crows that pluck at the heart. * #barflypoet #josephapinto © Joseph A. Pinto * Poetry served raw and unedited from the moment crafted * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon. * www.etsy…
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‘timing’ she asked “how do you know i’m not filling your void?” because you saw my light. * #barflypoet #josephapinto © Joseph A. Pinto * Poetry served raw and unedited from the moment crafted * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon. * www.etsy.com/shop/Josep…
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‘rake’ it’s the way she collects me when i’ve fallen. those choke me till i’m just short of life eyes. against cool pane her cheek by my hand. pressing against her senses until she’s starry and that pride stripped to her ankles. she’ll submit the way she took me by her teeth. i can’t zip up without flinching. we know our love’s a farce and i’ll be …
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‘they play at three’ they’re a great two-man band but i couldn’t hear them i was busy falling deeper in love. * #barflypoet #josephapinto © Joseph A. Pinto * Poetry served raw and unedited from the moment crafted * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon. * www…
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‘ignipotent’ i collapse into you the way rome fell, she says, the ditches dug into my back proof. she could never stand on her own two feet and i could never sleep alone. we’d kiss with tongues wrapped in oceans cause our hearts never nourished land. and when she showered her skin would bleat favors my fingers failed to repay. snuff me, snuff me an…
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‘eat anything with her’ and the napkins scattered across the bar they blamed the wind while i my face finding my breath again after she stole it the way she slipped her leg over mine and my friend in the band played a song i can’t remember what but it was perfect i had hamburger on my chin but she makes me a mess anyway. * #barflypoet #josephapinto…
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‘dander’ collect the corners. truth is i can’t stand you. clotting spaces you think i don’t look but there you are. hoarder of retreats i set aside. drawling footfall drawn further than the extraction from drunks. destroy my senses while living in a deficiency all your own. what a life to have entered into. what a shame to drain the expectancy from…
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‘agglomerative’ daisies push from the trigger finger. i could have blown my brains but crapped the bed. i could have been a shadow now i’m just a stain. the murderer ties the boots. the killer flees without shoes. i’m stuck with the short end while my fucks get beaten by a stick. wipe the cock tip when it leaks yet ignore the mouth. change the shee…
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‘basement’ mother doesn’t understand my profession. family holds their tongue. i’m reminded of strung hours in your futile ways while my own hands self-sacrifice till numb. down here the damp wreaks havoc waiting on blooming bones while booze goes slugged in detoured moments alone. all forget i claim a crown to king of men. i pave the ways without …
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‘i learned’ i learned she’ll take the crispiest fries when i’m not looking and the smile in her eyes tells me she gave me a choice but she’s choosing and it’s okay she’s sipping my beer cause i love her and i want to share myself with her and there goes another fry but deep in her eyes another reason i stopped looking for anything other than her in…
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‘muscle relaxers and bourbon to bed’ my body a theater of late here the truths and its unconscionable current. i despise me. i despise the way the closeness comes tarnished. lying woke, and watching, a slate of consumed expression, in-between of my eyes sharp or dull either and both at once; east to west i rise to fall, an absence i want this world…
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‘extra’ tonight indignation listens to me solely but only when billy bush is not speaking. sometimes i worry my mind will explode in a spray of deep verses but the television can always be counted upon to pull me from the precipice. it has not turned 8pm yet and already i am bound for bed, alone, and like the lampshade, holding back my light. my tr…
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‘what comes from not knowing’ bottle opens easier than door does key a function brain locks open-mouthed no entry stranger to house. no creeping mouse stolen sound crumble overtaken all left out date expired. railing keeps stairs; the only marriage never failed. holding the fingers cupped hands nothing squeezes tight enough avoids the spill. #barfl…
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‘buddha’ so apologetic just for the record you say i do you when do you ever say you do me we’re so divided we’re so united i’m eating crow tonight to keep the peace i’m so buddha i am so miracle not losing my senses this seems senseless such a song on record sing it back you do when have you never nothing so hidden the sun, the moon, the truth i r…
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‘things you learn in the dentist’s chair’ so much gets stuck under the surface you think you’re clean until something hits just the wrong way then you want to rip it out. we go on about our daily lives an accumulation beneath our noses the smile never shows what is hidden neither do we hear what is held under tongue. it is possible to feign a nap b…
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‘daylight savings’ tomorrow goes an hour lost where goes all cast away chasing down ghost remains no saving grace to lengthened days love’s secrets shared beneath leaves what steals back to tides of seas can i say i still want you can i say you still hold me at this time nothing spins right how much longer spinning wrong another cycle spring ahead …
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‘vagary’ it’s not like i saw this coming but i sure as hell put it out there enough. signal like a streak of sun. when young mother would say careful or you’ll get hurt. now the call has been answered and twisted limbs are all i crave. these beacons bouncing between chests and i’m waiting for one of us to drop the broadcast but we’re not. we’ve rea…
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‘vacuum’ here’s the thing about lonely you don’t need sun for it to follow. * #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon. * www.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto --- Support …
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‘in this bar’ i made the sad song a double to fill the single shot of reality i walked in with between the eyes. * #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon. * www.e…
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‘athazagoraphobia’ tucked under your arm. fashioned for your palm. where you had gone i went and nothing had been so glorious. to be seen in silence. to be chosen without whoring the moral halo circling my tongue. but through my stagnancy your creases grew and grew and for all the times i asked up you set me down. free from your fingers a space sni…
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‘perpetual sap’ right hand gives. “where have your words gone,” she asks as if unaware she’s ended all i gratefully share though this she’s still willing to take. a slow drip from the bleeding tree comes death of self-esteem; i’ve a soft voice in saying i love you, a glazed stupor when in silence no reply. * #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpint…
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‘rock salt’ it built back in ’78 and never stopped. inches to feet, feet to yards, yards to an ever-accumulating expanse of miles. treacherous traveling but who ever thought to shovel the journey from beneath their eyes. howling winds the limbs seemed to withstand, trunks sure and strong my god did the lineage ever get it wrong. the dna never made …
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‘bring your christmas decorations in’ fickle february melts then brings back the snow under a dead eye i walk counter-clockwise time flies with the crow and at the corner a myriad of directions only one choice. baby jesus left outside from the manger did he make much noise i sympathize shunned for reliance upon my own voice does plastic skin still …
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‘have pain, will travel’ these high hats make funny shadows of my hands three for the price of one like auras illustrating the way i feel dark, grey and just a whisper. i have no business writing under this light it will only fuck up my sight, really but anyone wondering what i might be up to will bear witness to my laborious squinting, my dogged a…
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‘when will she’ she brought the woods into my heart but she insists on standing outside our forest this lone tree without sun this bent thinking of hers. when will she realize she has every right to sky and no seed goes punished. of all the limbs i could choose i choose hers to wait under and when it becomes too much i’ll cup all she spills and gen…
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‘curtain’ veiled silence enlightens the nuances tonight a young woman appears animate, she is pale and fainting by inches, i know, my cranial base a window but without the view. what covers my eyes a phantom illusion; she’s security issues while i a letter without return , address and in this imaginary flesh i try. the abyss comes forged in alabast…
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‘corner’ i don’t want to be here anymore. i’m not afraid to admit it. i’m not afraid to say it. i’m tired of the constant dismissals. i’m tired of actions not matching the words the cowardice, the absolvement of blame, the walking away like i hardly ever mattered, or was, or will be. i’m tired of my role. i’m tired of my mask. i’m tired of writing …
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‘komorebi’ for once i lost the words. for once all in my world drew its breath. you, cross-legged atop your blanket, me, little boy bursting from my chest. the portrait brushed around us so lush in pause. “on my final day this is where i wish to end,” but a playful frog took my thoughts before i vented. and the lake you longed adopted i immediately…
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'final test' drink till all goes spinning riches a combustion within the head rejuvenated spark a circle an expression of deafness, immediately night flutters and a pedestal above the strange and fantastic, this imperceptible ghost. multiplied the fall a stiff wire my shadow jumped top bottom, almost incarnate, now the others disorient the pale of …
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(volume up) ‘no title’ left hand receives. the universe’s temperament presses with its giving hand against my throat. why did i come here to drink? assessment of my days like a piano hits the wrong notes. four stools down the maestro taps a blue pen. unforgivingly. jesus bathes under mosquito corpses. the last draft of my story requires a final edi…
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‘in a hotel away from eyes’ the haunt is recognizable staring back i know this from when i was young the father, the son, neither ever holy, like stray dogs followed the ghost of which so many but now only one. the watch gone missing though like cicadas the spinning hands buzzed and interrupted unseen thoughts, until finally manifested too late. “i…
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