Wednesday, June 1, 2016

MICHAEL MARROTTI


MICHAEL MARROTTI


"AN ODE TO PITTSBURGH"

Pittsburgh
is the kind
of place
that would
acknowledge
dirt as gold
instead of
diamonds

Contemptuous
of their own
Cold as the
winter season
People walking
around in shorts
when its snowing

Trapped on a
dead end road
Lacking logic
Incapable of
minding their
own business
What's the point
if there is no pain
No comprehension
It's the type
of place you leave
Renounce
your heritage

Andy Warhol
returned after death
But wouldn't
have been caught
dead here
when he was
still breathing

Perpetually known
as the steel city
The way
they treat
their own
Is a theft
of all things
labeled decent







"FOR MY FAMILY"

Pittsburgh is like
a bacterial infection
Running low
on amoxicillin
Bringing me down
like an anchor
Two faced people
come to my rescue
in shallow waters

A pretentious judge
and a biased jury
My inebriated mom
denouncing
alcoholic anonymous
Jewish lawyers
giving me a plea
Back on the streets
After the fight
of my life
Walking home drunk
Falling victim
to police brutality

From this scar
under my left eye
To the horrors
and apprehension
Staples in my head
first time around
at Mercy Hospital
To the birth
of both my sons
It's a sacrifice
to live here

Everyday
I put up with
this perpetual
hangover of
Pittsburgh
not for myself
but for the sake
of being close
to those who
matter most
I'm only here
Because
I love my family







"ANDY WARHOL'S OLD NEIGHBORHOOD"

My mother's plan
to live vicariously
through me
Worked like a charm

She named me
after an illustrious
artist of the
renaissance era
Unbeknownst to her
Jinxing me in return

I used to elbow drop
my Nintendo as a kid
And grew up to have
violent episodes
that took little
persuasion

I think its safe to say
Patience is a virtue
I never possessed

Four years is the
amount of time
it took to finish
the Sistine chapel
I'm rarely re-elected
My ex will attest
And prone to fits
of rage during
rush hour traffic

Maybe living in Andy
Warhols old neighborhood
would be inspiring
Which brings me to
where I'm currently at

Two generations of
failed artists







"ANOTHER DAY IN COURT"

Shitty attitudes
and dubious
weather conditions
The only thing
that's for certain
is this feeling
of indignation

There just ain't
no winning in
a town like this
Three or more
churches to
each zip code
Nothing has
been learned
by the final
judgment

Pseudo liberals
all high on
narcotics
Passing
themselves
off as good
decent people
When they're
fascist at heart
superficial
and fortified
with malice

I'm not up
for a debate
Or a senseless
argument
All I want is to be
left alone
So I can focus
on my writing
and the
ramifications
of a close minded
society all going
the same way

Each time I walk
out that door
feels like another
day at court
Offering me a plea
Defending myself
like I'm the one
who's guilty







"Reformation"

I'm at it again
Endeavoring
to reform
the world
through words
when I'm not
using actions
Poetry is
philanthropy
So is volunteering
I'm consistent
with both
Yet assholes
wanna challenge
the integrity
of my character
Ok, here we go
I'm a good person
with a bit of a
temperament
My last assault
was against
the police in Dormont
To me it was
self defense
If it wasn't for
my criminal record
I'd be involved
in distributing
you bodily harm
for pushing
my buttons
But I'll refrain
Leading by example
I'm a nice, decent person
MICHAEL MARROTTI
Poet Of The Month

4 comments :

  1. Excellent portral of life in its rawest poetic form. Thank you for your contribution to Our Poetry Archive Michael!

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    1. Thank you!! I'm happy to be a part of it. I'll keep on submitting to Our Poetry Archive until you've had enough of me. ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘

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  2. Thank you for these wonders of life

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