Posted in Poetry

Submission – by Michael Marrotti

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You would’ve

thought

I was attending

a funeral

by the sight

of tears

swelling up

in my eyeballs

This breakup

was unexpected

this death I

could never

have predicted

This life

which was mine

equipped with

altered perception

is now buried

with my dealer

inside that casket

Each day I

slowly rise

from the depths

of that burial

dirty as can be

endeavoring

to get clean

I used to be more

than grey skies

in the forecast

liberated from

flu like symptoms

catapulting

over obstacles

There was a time

when I would kill

murdering the pain

came easy

now with your death

and departure

the resource of

my pleasures

have been beaten

into submission

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Michael Marrotti is an author from Pittsburgh with a chemical imbalance and lack of patience. His writing has propagated the small press like chlamydia in Beechview. He’s been faithfully volunteering at the Light Of Life Rescue…

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Posted in Poem, Poetry

In All Modesty

I’ve had a few
stalkers in
my lifetime
ranging from
grotesque to
elegance
I know a few
things about
humility

I’ve had
moderate
success when
it comes to
the statistics
of my love life
for which
I can say
I’m satisfied
I know a few
things about
gratuity

I’ve seen these
elaborate bios
professing success
and a desire for praise
their extended list
of achievements
are pretentious
for the size of
the small press scene

I may or may not
be satisfied with
the length of
my penis
it’s one of the
few things I
conceal when it
comes to writing
my poetry

But if you
must know
whether
it’s a fact
or a myth
worthy of
contemplation
all you have to do
is read the contents
of my bio
in all modesty

© Michael Marrotti

Posted in Poem, Poetry

An Obnoxious Poem 

I may be
the only
non-drinking
poet of the
21st century
spilling his
sentimental
blood on this
digital display

But my ladies
know these
fingers can
do more than
just typing

Nobody
is praising
my writing
it’s no
sweat off
my cock

I get my
accolades
in a sexually
gratifying
way

At times
I can use
some help
getting it up
although
I’m never
short when
it comes to
assistance

My poetry
has worked
like a charm
I’ve been
sucked dry
of my
inspiration

Fondling
two sets
of tits

Running
out of
verbs
but always
equipped
with ladies
at my
residence
eager to
do the thing

© Michael Marrotti