Michael Marrotti

by Horror Sleaze Trash on April 20, 2017

 

Michael Marrotti is an author from Pittsburgh equipped 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 Mission for the past three years now, the man believes in action. His chapbook is available here: https://www.amazon.com/F-D-Approved-Poetry-Michael-Marrotti/dp/153907577X

And if you need to reach him: michaelmarrotti@gmail.com

 


 

 

 

When it comes

to my writing

I’m not expecting

comprehension

 

Nor am I expecting

you to make a

credit card payment

when publishers

avoid my poetry

like it’s infected

with hepatitis

 

After all it is

an acquired taste

capable of

upsetting your

sensitive stomach

 

It’s oftentimes

offensive like

purposely not

flushing the toilet

 

If you’re seeking

something that’ll

warm your

sentimental heart

don’t waste your time

this right here is like

unprovoked anal sex

you’ll be limping away

a victim of penetration

 

I’m not holding

back any punches

I’m at war with all

things categorized

as benign

 

I’m that

marginalized

asshole who

has the balls

to say what

other cowards

refuse to

acknowledge

 

I’m that genius

with a general

education diploma

who had an

epiphany

while his

significant other

was shoplifting

lube at Rite Aid

 

The truth

when lubricated

is a comfortable

approach for

passionate poetry

that was written

in vain

 

 

Dedicated To Emulation

 

You won’t catch me

listening to classical

music by Bach

or Beethoven

 

That would be

cutting into

my time with

Frank Sinatra

 

You won’t catch me

talking about my

pussy cats either

 

I’m preoccupied

with a pussy

that stays moist

for hours

 

Drinking

is no longer

on my list

of self-indulgence

the charm of

cheap Italian wine

has been lost

since the time

I turned thirty

 

I’m not

a gambling

man either

horses for me

are to be admired

for their beauty

 

I write about

what’s going on

in my tumultuous life

where extraordinary

calamities are

commonplace

I’m a sex symbol

for hot women

and the orange bottles

are plentiful

 

I’ve never been

an emulator

of any kind

Bukowski is brilliant

but I’m living

my own life

and as you read

I’m writing about it

 

 

Poetry And Pornography

 

Poetry is alive

and well

in the hearts

of teenage girls

approaching

the door to

womanhood

 

Poetry is alive

and well

if you’re

writing it down

from a female

perspective

preferably one

that isn’t Caucasian

 

Poetry is alive

in my dissatisfied

everyday existence

where I pleasure myself

behind closed doors

that used to be opened

 

The poems I write

aren’t doing so well

the pen keeps slipping

out of my hand

if these words

had an odor

you’d be thinking

of hand lotion

 

If you want

something done

the old cliché goes

do it yourself

which is no

problem at all

when free online porn

is plentiful

 

But in all honesty

if her libido

was in order

I’d much rather

be fucking

than playing around

with the deprivation

of this poem

 

 

Optimistic Poetry

 

Optimistic poetry

is as misplaced

as I am in a field

of Pittsburgh

Steeler fans

 

Who cares about

men in tights

when there’s an

abundance of

women wearing

yoga pants

 

The verses are

rendered useless

it defeats the

entire purpose

this is supposed

to be cathartic

not a showmanship

of pleasure

 

You can’t relate

with the women

I’ve had

my standards

surpassed your

expectations

 

Nobody cares

that I’ve made it

to Andy Warhol’s

old neighborhood

this is my zip code

my personal preference

 

It’s all about pain

steak knives used

to warm the soul

from a frigid planet

 

It’s all about

adjectives and

fractured feelings

saving up funds

that would’ve been

spent on therapy

 

It’s all about me

it’s all about you

but at the end

of the day

it’s a poor excuse

for perseverance

when nobody

is reading

and the same

damn calamities

keep on happening

 

 

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

is 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

 

 

 

 

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