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and now the conclusion of my shameless book promotion time for my 2021 collection ‘from my front steps.’ how far does the string stretch..? ‘from my front steps’ is available on amazon for your reading pleasure. if you enjoy it, please indulge me the favor of a review. today’s selection is: ‘when will we be us’ you can’t share my drinkbut we can share the skydo you gaze as i doalone atop front stepsfilling spaces with question markswhile the breeze exclaimstouch atop skinand i am dumbstruck and i am in awe the further you draw the closer you come inyou had me the momentgod made this world spin;indoor living stifles the sensesbut outdoors universe reminds:we are tethered. still hopeful the string shortenslengthening our mythos.*#barflypoet#josephapinto© Joseph A. Pinto*'Dead Bird,' 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon.*instagram at joseph_a_pinto*https://www.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto *subscribe to the ‘Joseph Pinto, the barflypoet’ YouTube channel https://tinyurl.com/y2stm5ms

on we go with my shameless book promotion time! continuing with my 2021 collection ‘from my front steps.’ can you ever have what you truly want? i lose my appetite thinking about it… ‘from my front steps’ is available on amazon for your reading pleasure. if you enjoy it, please indulge me the favor of a review. today’s selection is: ‘not hungry anymore’ seems as though everyone’s insidechilling skin and protecting themselvesbarriers come in cloth nowas if words did not infect enoughi sunburn my eyesso i can’t see what i’m thinking my verse fuels visions and in this heat paragraphs and boozedo not dispel reality so easilydinner seems a welcome thought to fill meso too, once, the thought of you and iyou made it clear you couldn’t stomach thatand force-fed i had no choice but digest.these days i am hardened but liquidspilling quietly from the seamsand i can’t smell what the neighbors are cookingor tell you you’ve ripped out my gutswhen i was quite content with the wayyou stole my heart.*#barflypoet#josephapinto© Joseph A. Pinto*'Dead Bird,' 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon.*instagram at joseph_a_pinto*https://www.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto *subscribe to the ‘Joseph Pinto, the barflypoet’ YouTube channel https://tinyurl.com/y2stm5ms

more of my shameless book promotion time! continuing with my 2021 collection ‘from my front steps.’ at the time of its writing, i was struggling with the effects of spinal stenosis, masking the pain with copious amounts of booze and unwilling to lean into self-healing even while i still readily helped others. i had to learn that healers have their own process, and timeline, before accepting and stepping into what they already own. ‘from my front steps’ is available on amazon. if you enjoy it, please indulge me the favor of a review. today’s selection is: ‘chronic pain’ it’s borrowed time sitting atop my front stepsno longer can my spine withstand the compressioni grit teeth and knock the amber down my throatdisconnecting anguish from realitymonth by month bowing just a bit morein my head i am still who i can no longer become stare into my eyes before they dull overthere before you the illusion i’ve married—i am whole; i am whole—but i am nothing. and i am tired. and i am worn;the humidity rolling down my ribsa reprieve to the fire rollingthru my core.*#barflypoet#josephapinto© Joseph A. Pinto*'Dead Bird,' 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon.*instagram at joseph_a_pinto*https://www.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto *subscribe to the ‘Joseph Pinto, the barflypoet’ YouTube channel https://tinyurl.com/y2stm5ms

more of my shameless book promotion time! continuing with my 2021 collection ‘from my front steps.’ covid-19 was a helluva time, wasn’t it? it began to expose the ugly divide in our country. the selfishness. it only made you wonder if reality was truly a fabrication, & how dependent we are on crutches to see ourselves through… ‘from my front steps’ is available on amazon. if you enjoy it, please indulge me the favor of a review. today’s selection is: ‘the forgotten phase’ the country closed tightthough like an old whoresome parts insist on parting openaccepting the dime but not the dollarcommon sense priceless and drying in jarsmoonshine gone the way of lemonadeand the sober guzzle itwhile the drunks measure the fingersclinging inside the glasslaughing cause they get it—the hard stuff lends the buzzbut reality is what’ll get ya—with swimming heads they toast the drowningknowing thru abandoned heartsthey trained for the marathonnot the race. *#barflypoet#josephapinto© Joseph A. Pinto*'Dead Bird,' 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon.*instagram at joseph_a_pinto*https://www.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto *subscribe to the ‘Joseph Pinto, the barflypoet’ YouTube channel https://tinyurl.com/y2stm5ms

moving along on my shameless book promotion time, another excerpt from my 2021 collection ‘from my front steps.’ my daughter is on the spectrum & it’s been a tough journey for all involved. everything is a challenge, right down to making friends. it’s broken my heart, even while her own knows no bounds. ‘from my front steps’ is available on amazon. if you enjoy it, please indulge me the favor of a review. today’s selection is: ‘if i’m okay’she’s having her first sleepover i can feel her glow from down the blockshe’s found a friend who accepts her as she isit’s all i could ever ask fora lesson i pray she learnswithout my constant remindingit’s hard being a fathertrading football jersey for dollsa stern tongue for princess voicesand i’d be a liar if i said i wasn’t a bit sadand i’d be a liar if i said i won’t consult the stuffed animals lining her bed tonighthoping they’ll ask in inflections i impersonateif i’m okay. *#barflypoet#josephapinto© Joseph A. Pinto*'Dead Bird,' 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon.*instagram at joseph_a_pinto*https://www.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto *subscribe to the ‘Joseph Pinto, the barflypoet’ YouTube channel https://tinyurl.com/y2stm5ms

it’s shameless book promotion time! i’ve already shared poetry from my collections ‘a distilled spirit’ and ‘scotch & scars.’ now we move along to my 3rd collection from 2021, ‘from my front steps.’ unlike the books preceding it, where my poetry was selected to make a collection, this was my first attempt at actually writing for a collection. it became a breakthrough of sorts for me. while covid-19 shut life down during the summer of 2020, i decided on a challenge: in only a few days and while sitting atop my front steps, i would write a small collection to whatever i was witnessing or feeling. what came through were the first tellings of my newfound spirituality, my trademark ruminations and a tale of unrequited love. ‘from my front steps’ is available on amazon. if you enjoy it, please indulge me the favor of a review. today’s selection is: ‘prophecies and promises’ my tarot spoke of a storm comingbut the weatherman didn’t warn meso i poured a bourbon and a beerand took to my front steps hopingto divine what the fine lines of my uni-ball pen conjuredwithin a one subject notebooklacking the muscle to supportthe entirety of my complexity something i have endured thru thisthe celtic cross spread of my lifewhile atop the horizon goliaths gatheredchurning in tease of prophecies and promisesi have waited for in unwavering faithtortured by sutured lips of spiritwhose grand notebook far dwarfsmy own.*#barflypoet#josephapinto© Joseph A. Pinto*'Dead Bird,' 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon.*instagram at joseph_a_pinto*https://www.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto *subscribe to the ‘Joseph Pinto, the barflypoet’ YouTube channel https://tinyurl.com/y2stm5ms

i am nothing but misplaced hope. ‘where gone summer’ firecracker mouth thinks it’s julythe heat, one syllabic meltand the bleat, bang bang misplaced hope in a waffle conecrumbled into a tree that diedrolled a joint i can’t smokefell out the window on east 54th now like a litterbug dropping christmas lightsjoy comes tangled and unpluggedbut sants loves me more than jesusone delivers one don’t snowman inflatables depreciate under eyesif mistletoe hung kiss me therei’m told i taste of sulfur and silenceconfession my feet never soaked summer’s saltholidays roll faster year by yearno fucks given wrapped ribbonly should i hear before the sleighmy roof’s collapsingunder weight adults sayis imaginary. *#barflypoet#josephapinto© Joseph A. Pinto*'Dead Bird,' 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon.*instagram at joseph_a_pinto*https://www.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto *subscribe to the ‘Joseph Pinto, the barflypoet’ YouTube channel https://tinyurl.com/y2stm5ms

a winning hand. ‘casino 1:46 am’ i’ve drunk myselfinto an oblivionthe kind of whichthat spins the worldwhile you stumblestanding still. *#barflypoet#josephapinto© Joseph A. Pinto*'Dead Bird,' 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon.*instagram at joseph_a_pinto*https://www.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto *subscribe to the ‘Joseph Pinto, the barflypoet’ YouTube channel https://tinyurl.com/y2stm5ms

after awhile you don’t feel the blows… ‘when i get home’ dreaming of uttered exclamationsjoyful breaths across my neck instead i hear your baptized insistencevolley from an old war echoing across the knoll.the chest no longer bloomsthough alive with booted movementsolemn unacceptabilities marching in a cadence led straight to slaughter;and in another breath like a lifetimei find beneath my lids an indefinable shame i’ve clutched for far too long.*#barflypoet#josephapinto© Joseph A. Pinto*'Dead Bird,' 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon.*instagram at joseph_a_pinto*https://www.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto *subscribe to the ‘Joseph Pinto, the barflypoet’ YouTube channel https://tinyurl.com/y2stm5ms

in need of an anchor, i found what sunk me… ‘the dubious monster’ a few points raised by the unhappy mistressas her blue eyes shoneso cerebral in their collapse:it’s a shameful ruin,the dubious monster,whose death escapes within its very arms. gently i reached into my pocketand between silence and dreamchose a purpled palm of light. so i see.returning the sameas you gave.a vast nothing. her tongue fixed on the faithful echoof what she wished to be,but wasn’t.circumstance is like a stream,carrying you awayinto a larger body, waiting.no expression betrayed us;we are who we are. there is something so degradingto be found in darknessbut like water, it cleanses.her hand like bleeding silkdismissed meand with considerable efforti pulled what remained of meback between my arms. *#barflypoet#josephapinto© Joseph A. Pinto*'Dead Bird,' 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon.*instagram at joseph_a_pinto*https://www.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto *subscribe to the ‘Joseph Pinto, the barflypoet’ YouTube channel https://tinyurl.com/y2stm5ms