snapshot

<p>'snapshot'</p> <p><br></p> <p>i knew you'd be dead soon</p> <p>so i took your photograph</p> <p>exposed you somewhere</p> <p>between this world</p> <p>and the next</p> <p>the nerve of you</p> <p>not bothering to thank me</p> <p>as i photoshopped your sallow flesh</p> <p>in a handsome tinge of sepia</p> <p>an improvement, trust me</p> <p>still you’re so stuck in your ways</p> <p>much like your insistence</p> <p>upon chatting with aunt betty</p> <p>who'll be gone three years this may.</p> <p><br></p> <p>#barflypoet</p> <p>#josephapinto</p> <p>www.josephpinto.com&nbsp;</p> <p>© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.</p> <p>*</p> <p>Poetry served to you raw and unedited from the moment crafted;</p> <p>all poetry is older work and chosen at random unless otherwise noted.</p> <p>*</p> <p>‘Scotch and Scars’ and ‘A Distilled Spirit’ in paperback and Kindle ebook at Amazon.</p> <p><br></p>