first taste of fall

Joseph Pinto, the barflypoet

‘first taste of fall’

one more thing strapped to my back i have loosened

searching for pockets to shift its weight

i never learn all that’s been collected

is just one more thing someone forgets

so why can’t i drop it

i deserve to be weightless

hollow boned, less structure, more space

what’s it like to wake careless, what’s it like to wake knowing,

another seed i thought flower turned to vine

a voiceless thought friend becomes stranger

lover’s dedication two-times

it’s just one more thing until you break

i just can’t let it go

i deserve to be without a heart

absent mouthed, less fractured, more whole

what’s it like to sleep stressless,

what’s it like to sleep downwind,

of everything that’s put down

give, to give in

i can’t ever be collected

i can’t gather you again

a house with a roof is a home is a lie;

my shed skin its own ecology

my knots they mar this floor

and language in backward draft

escapes beneath the doors.

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© Joseph A. Pinto

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