asomatous

Joseph Pinto, the barflypoet

'asomatous'

beset by shapes of smoke i drift through, above, beyond. twisted such as rope my hands, knots. all i touch, drifts, drifting. inside out i, open, spills, spilling backward to self. secrets like dogs e’er faithful waiting for walk, and walked, ne’er collared. sshh, angels talk, where, where trumpets blare in quiescent hearts of which no such beats ears know. grand void beckons, beckoning while apparitions of sham turn heads

oh, was he ne’er e’er there?

#barflypoet

#josephapinto

www.josephpinto.com

© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.

*

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

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