Joseph Pinto, the barflypoet Joseph Pinto

‘ecosystem’

 

the ribcage blossoms

plastic carnations

milkweed entwinements

crows that pluck at

the heart.



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‘timing’

 

she asked

“how do you know

i’m not filling your void?”

 

because you saw my light.



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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 sure she won’t leave without a scar of her own. seasons are changing yet we find wholeness in our broken. hiding my veins still she squeezes my pulse between fingers. it’s the way she pulls my chords and strokes me with that longing song of hers. like it’s okay to give her all i’ve collected now that the sun has traveled down. and down she goes unapologetically. i try to tell her there’s a lot built up where i’ve fallen but she’s eager to clean up without gloves. 

  

rake:

an implement equipped with 

projecting prongs to gather

material (such as leaves) or

for loosening or smoothing 

the surface of the ground



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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. 



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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 and while i may have gathered blankets i lacked strength to put her out. you are the forest and i the flash, she says and says it so slow, as though she can already smell the dead things i am hiding.

 

she knows the dead things i am hiding. 

 

ignipotent:

having control of or

power over fire; 

presiding over fire



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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. 

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