Saturday, April 9, 2016

Poem By Michael Marrotti

Michael Marrotti is an author from Pittsburgh using words instead of violence to mitigate the suffering of life in a callous world of redundancy. His primary goal is to help other people. He considers poetry to be a form of philanthropy. When he's not writing, he's volunteering at the Light Of Life homeless shelter on a weekly basis. If you appreciate the man's work, please check out his for his latest poetry and short stories.

                                         Michael Marrotti

"Two Disorders Don't Make A Right"

I've been standing naked
in front of a mirror
for years
Fucking myself
A synonym
is not the answer

I'd rather
export my penis
Place it gently
After all
It's highly important
On a disinfected
solitary shelf

Than deal
with anyone
who shares
these similarities
The thought alone
has me popping pills

Two lunatics
on the same
mood stabilizers
No balance to be had
on these unstable grounds

I'm already nuts
You're cuckoo
for pills
the size of coco puffs
This is nothing more
than a bipolar affair

I heard
Yeah sometimes
I hear voices
They said
you have new jacket
It's a real tight fit

Tranquility isn't
an easy thing to attain
I know its uncomfortable
Here's me
with a chemical smile

After all this time
in psychiatric care
A manifestation
in a white room
They told me its yours
and I told them
Time is of the essence
That fucking crazy bitch
can keep it all to herself

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