Dissections 4

DISSECTIONS 4

 

wolf_rule_full_sat

thievery

he lived to see another day
that poor prick’s heart
still beating within his chest
he’d stolen it with dull blade
a disloyal hand
devoured it;
consumed joyously all his own.

the last remnants not
the crimson dripping from chin
as some would have you believe
but the jackhammer thud
of stolen essence
screaming bloody murder
from between his ribs.

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empty, still you try

my bones gleam
my eyes ache
as your unwavering light
searches across my pores.

you curse my resolve
while you continue your
bloodletting—
when will you learn my veins dried
a long time ago.

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mercy killing

do you remember that day you shushed me?
silk finger on my lips stilling
my pulse
clouds fell and you
caught them, dabbed
tears from my eyes, stole the
sun’s rays, stabbed them
through my heart.
mercy killing, so was whispered
still i,
i could not talk, not
with your fist down my
windpipe, sweet charm tearing
me apart.
i should have thanked you, admitted
you were never
to blame
still i,
i was the quiet one
and you,
you so insane.

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birth

there’s beauty in pain
a sublime blackening
that is incomprehensible to
others unless
it enters the world
with you.

wolf_rule_full_sat

your mother warned you about me

i rode in on the same
pale horse as the reaper
cowl blown from my skull
exposing more than intentions

exposing all you’d hidden within;
exposing all you hid throughout.

 

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ashes

i praise you
but do not wear your mark
my soul is darkened; neither of us doubt it

can you appreciate the realness of me?

no amount of supplication will spare me these deeds
and we know it;

my sins not yours to bare.

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hollow eyes

she has hollow eyes

she fills them with roses
to keep away the death

she lost her tongue
because the truth cut deep

she is suffering’s whore
but you can’t afford her

she has hollow eyes.

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you

in a trick of light i found you
pouring venom from calloused hands
ripping faith from gibbous moon
i’ve loved you ever since.

your cruel grace matched by
even the coldest of gray Januaries and
as the sun died
you spoke to me the foulest nothings
whispered from your alligator snout.

you poured acid in my ears to
quell my methods of thinking when
you knew full well
i had no free will at all.

chant a new song of turpitude
blasphemous act;
i’ll love you ever more.

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lone wolf

more than ever i am alone
worn
hungry
my only companion
the moon upon my back.

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self-mutilation

i asked why he would sever his hands

one must suffer for the craft,
he explained.

i left him and
the wicker basket that held
the remains of all his digits
went home

and sliced my ears off.

at night i think of him sometimes
his missing hands
but i am in blissful silence
and i can write.

~ Joseph A. Pinto

© Copyright 2012, 2013, 2014, 2017 Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.

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About Joseph Pinto

Author of the poignant novella Dusk and Summer (2014). Horror author of the novel Flowers for Evelene (2005) as well numerous published works of dark fiction. Member of the Horror Writers Association. Cofounder of the Pen of the Damned. Rumored lycanthrope. New Orleans Saints fan. Pancreatic cancer advocate. Twitter: @JosephAPinto Share his unique spin at josephpinto.com Indulge in Pen of the Damned with Joe and the Damned at PenoftheDamned.com

15 responses to “Dissections 4”

  1. Brian Moreland says :

    You are quite the wordsmith, Joe. A great macabre collection of totally twisted poems. ‘Hollow Eyes’ is my favorite. Also really dig the wolf head divider graphic.

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    • Joseph Pinto says :

      Hey Brian! *bows humbly* Thank you very much. I’m going to be diving more and more into my poetry, so i hope you’ll follow along. As far as the wolf head, that’s a sweet side profile of myself, done up by Nina D’Arcangela!

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  2. Brian Moreland says :

    Reblogged this on THE CRYPT OF HORROR and commented:
    A free collection of dark poems by Joseph Pinto​ is available to read at Pen of the Damned blog.

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  3. afstewart says :

    Marvelous.

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  4. Nina D'Arcangela says :

    Dissections 4 is a terrific sampling of your poetry, Joe. It’s hard to say which I enjoyed the most, though ’empty, still i try’ resonates the strongest with me as I find myself repeating the last two lines at random moments in my own mind.

    This is a great introduction to the poetry book you’ll be publishing soon, bar fly poet! 😀

    #barflypoet

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  5. Lee Andrew Forman says :

    Great collection of short poetry! I especially liked ‘lone wolf’. Great stuff!

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  6. Veronica M. Nero says :

    I always enjoy your poetry Joe, loved these!

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  7. jonolsonauthor says :

    Great work, Joe! I really like the stripped back but vivid imagery you’ve created. “Lone Wolf” was my favorite. Keep at it brother!

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  8. jonolsonauthor says :

    Reblogged this on Jon Olson and commented:
    DISSECTIONS 4 by Pen of the Damned’s Joseph Pinto

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