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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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© Joseph A. Pinto
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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...
Published 05/16/24
‘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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#barflypoet
#josephapinto
© Joseph A. Pinto
*
Poetry served raw and unedited from the moment crafted
*
'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled...
Published 05/15/24