Joseph Pinto, the barflypoet Joseph Pinto

‘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 shall it be in the end. and so i wait. feet propped atop the table. a shiv sharp smile assiduously concealed. 

 

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© Joseph A. Pinto

 

basement 

a low state, rank or condition 

 

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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 my life

and the bartender asks do you want another

and i want to tell the world not when i have her.



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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.

in this state i lack gravity,

i am sand

i am lamp exhausted

i am troubled child’s approach

i am trembled limb

          splintering under the careless bird. 



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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 truest time comes

when i close my eyes.

billy? i lost any hope of stardom 

a long time ago.



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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.



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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 dividedwe’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 rise, i fall, i escape you

i rise, i fall, i escape you

i rise, i fall, i escape you

the sun, the moon, the truth

i rise, i fall, i escape you

i rise, i fall, i escape you

i rise, i fall, i escape you.



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#josephapinto

© Joseph A. Pinto

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Poetry served raw and unedited from the moment crafted

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