Joseph Pinto, the barflypoet Joseph Pinto

‘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 eating dinner at the table and i blink out the same way thinking of you standing up, waiting for my reveries to take speed before flying away. it’s always the same. a duffle bag swollen with love i carry wedged between my shoes and the uncomfortable reminder this seat remains in upright position. in my hands all the hope i have ever wrung. the passengers believe me scared of flying but i’m terrified of staying on the ground. 

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 oneirocritic:

an interpreter of dreams

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#barflypoet

#josephapinto

© Joseph A. Pinto

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Poetry served raw and unedited from the moment crafted.

The large majority of my poetry handcrafted from inside bars.

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'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon.

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‘small of her back’

 

to infinity 

and beyond!



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#barflypoet

#josephapinto

© Joseph A. Pinto

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Poetry served raw and unedited from the moment crafted.

The large majority of my poetry handcrafted from inside bars.

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'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon.

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www.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto


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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.



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#barflypoet

#josephapinto

© Joseph A. Pinto

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Poetry served raw and unedited from the moment crafted.

The large majority of my poetry handcrafted from inside bars.

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'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon.

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www.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto


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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 playlist

to start again

start again.



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#barflypoet

#josephapinto

© Joseph A. Pinto

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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.

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www.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto


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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. 



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#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.

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www.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto


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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

reliant on an air that will eventually dry me out. 



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#barflypoet

#josephapinto

© Joseph A. Pinto

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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


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Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/joseph-pinto3/support