faith so malleable in my hands
what falls will stick again
is this all i’ve been after
another pretend i think i can shape
i cannot press together my chest
inconsiderate, and ignorant,
reliant on an air that will eventually dry me out.
Poetry served raw and unedited from the moment crafted.
The large majority of my poetry handcrafted from inside bars.
'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon.
www.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto