Joseph Pinto, the barflypoet

'day after day' the cruelest of all the lonelies is waiting on a phone that refuses to ring. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com  © 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. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' p...

'murderers' i drank scotch  i drank scotch drank another scotch  and took a piss  and noticed the snot  on the walls  a graveyard of snot  dead by smearing  and dead by premature picking hanging  a sacred place above the urinal. i scrubbed my hands did not touch the bar but threw down a good tip  and got away  from all the disgusting  unclean...

'a different route' i really should be sitting atop the cool dew mat of your grave but i've chosen a different route today—  uncomfortable stool beneath me a jagged tear on the one beside sipping on a scotch watching as what remains of this afternoon bleeds away.  #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com  © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. * Poetry served to you...

'monstrosities' come don your spider silk trousseau, indulge me a jig— funeral hymn and devil's perfume— blackened, our matrimony miasma, our vows ever faithful i'll be to  rust-mouthed promises while you cherish my slack cock  against your thigh.  in honey light our shadows creep as we fuck in this church van spawn a slit-eyed bastard  meant to rule gravy train slugs then leav...

'no bones about it' you make me realize just how insignificant i truly am. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com  © 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. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections...

'no matter the label' scotch goes down smoother the more pain you’re in. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com  © 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. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections av...

'slice' we all need  to bleed out our own way. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com  © 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. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback...

'yeah, it’s fucked up' things were much simpler  when i harvested hate and not this hateful thing called love. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com  © 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. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and...

(from my collection 'Scotch and Scars') 'ghost whisperer' the dead are all around us. look at the shattered faces haunting their glasses at the bar. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com  © 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. * ‘Scotch and...

(from my collection 'A Distilled Spirit') 'you' in a trick of light i found you pouring venom from calloused hands ripping faith from gibbous moon i’ve loved you ever since. your cruel grace matched by even the coldest of gray januaries and as the sun died you spoke to me the foulest nothings whispered from your alligator snout. you poured acid in my ears to quell my methods of thinking when you k...

(from my collection 'Scotch and Scars') 'soul at the bar' he mutters and hides beneath  that old chevy hat of his i figure it’s the only true comfort  he’s got left judging the way life has imploded his face he drinks bud pisses politics in the stall his marriage emptied in the shot glasses  turned upside down before him he mutters and draws his face in like a turtle but life has le...

(from my collection 'A Distilled Spirit') 'empty, still you try' my bones gleam my eyes ache as your unwavering light searches across my pores. you curse my resolve while you continue your bloodletting— when will you learn my veins dried a long time ago. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com  © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. * Poetry served to you raw and unedited fro...

(from my collection 'Scotch and Scars')  'bank account' all the money in the world why would he go and hang himself? i pondered the question sipped my scotch while conversation surged through the bar an incoming tide of bewilderment and bullshit. i had one more for the road. sometimes i drive the highway when it is empty and dark with my eyes closed tight. i do this without a buck to spare in...

(from my collection 'Scotch and Scars') 'truth serum' i will not diffuse the truth dropping cubes into my scotch dirtying the amber of my reality muddling the legitimacy between us we could never coexist; you, cranberry splashes me, neat dollops of the way it is. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com  © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. * Poetry served to you raw and une...

'ticket to shit town' it’s far easier to accept the destination than the drive there. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com  © 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. * ‘Scotch and Scars’ and ‘A Distilled Spirit’ in paperback and Kindle ebook a...

(from my collection 'A Distilled Spirit') 'mercy killing' 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 windpipe, sweet charm tearing me apart. i should have thanked...

'absence' it isn’t in what you say it’s in what you don’t. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com  © 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. * ‘Scotch and Scars’ and ‘A Distilled Spirit’ in paperback and Kindle ebook at Amazon.

'a matter of perception' the gloaming beckons lullaby calling of persistence; i long to soar in this purple half-light     rather be lost in the rouge of the setting sun. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com  © 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 u...

(from my collection 'A Distilled Spirit) 'perils of greasy calamari' he didn't so much kiss her from across the bar than he devoured her face; the calamari i'd just eaten tasting even greasier on my tongue. i swear if he kissed her one more time i'd push my fingers down my throat. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com  © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. * Poetry served...

'give that fucker a handkerchief' that sonofabitch sat at the end of the bar sneezed his holy fucking ass off sprayed the air with shards of snot while he mangled lyrics to bennie and the jets and as every explosion tore apart the inner linings of his nasal membranes what remained of dense brain cells dirtied the motherfuck of the walls.  #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com  ©...

from my collection 'A Distilled Spirit' 'the tree' her face was riddled. dug into her cheek an empty heart like lovers carve into a tree. there were no initials no dates just old skin rough and crumbly like bark. she stood alone bowed an ancient tree in the forest awaiting a fall no one would ever hear. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com  © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Res...

'mercy, please' what impression have i left on you? what will you see when i'm a shell of myself and you're coming into bloom? will it be a happy thing or  a ghost that fills your heart? i pray i have done enough to walk beside you all through life and beyond— for all my faults, i have lived only for you. (for my daughter) #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com  © Copyright Joseph...

'edits won’t help you' i say much with little. you say little with much. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com  © 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. * ‘Scotch and Scars’ and ‘A Distilled Spirit’ in paperback and Kindle ebook at Amazon.

'extinguished' hold to our darkest hour the only light these embers burnt before our time. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com  © 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. * ‘Scotch and Scars’ and ‘A Distilled Spirit’ in paperback and Kindle eb...

'antiseptic' it is not the acidity of the coffee that i taste rather your words repeating themselves. a fine scotch early this morn  would do rather nicely killing the bad taste in my mouth.  #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com  © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. * Poetry served to you raw and unedited from the moment crafted; all poetry is older work and ch...