Joseph Pinto, the barflypoet

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 paperback and ebook on Amaz...

‘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 and Scars' and 'A Distilled...

‘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 paperback and ebook on Amazon....

‘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 ebook on Amazon. * www.ets...

‘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 Distilled Spirit' poe...

‘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 collections available in...

‘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 and ebook on Amazon. * ww...

‘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. my father worked so hard he sometimes fell asleep...

‘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.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto

‘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. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch an...

‘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 playlist to start again start again. * #barflyp...

‘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 Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and &#39...

‘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 reliant on an air that will eventually dry me o...

‘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 ebook on Amazon. * www...

‘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 paperback and ebook on Am...

‘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/JosephPinto

‘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.com/shop/JosephPinto

‘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/JosephPinto

‘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 sure she won’t leave without a scar of her own....

‘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.etsy.com/shop/JosephPi...

‘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  and while i may have gathered blankets i lacked...

‘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 © Joseph A. Pinto * Poetry served raw and uned...

‘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 my sad sack of bones. i signed the dotted lines...

‘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 sheets but leave the wash building inside the head. ...

‘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 words to be said. as it was in the beginning so...