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Michael Marchese Mar 2022
She wants to be with all
The other boys
Then there is me
I make her laugh,
Her wrath,
Her hourglass
My whole chronology
Then turn her tantalizing madness
To the sickest poetry
And she was honest from the start
She doesn’t break
She takes the heart
And when apart
She doesn’t helplessly
Await me in the dark
For things to change
It’s all the same,
We all just feign we’re not in pain
So wash away
The day
In haze malaise
And flush it down the drain
Then feel her drain
The power planted
In your all too human brain
For she will never
Ever
Ever
Be some prince’s crown to claim
Michael Marchese Mar 2022
The seconds are wasting
And here I am chasing
A date with desire
So seldom embracing
At once what I felt
For the hand I’d been dealt
In her hand
I can’t handle
The heat
As I melt
Michael Marchese Mar 2022
Things could be going so well
Meaning more
But there’s so little I
Care about anymore
She is surely
All there
The best move I could make
She reminds me of you
At the end of heartache
Yet another still lingers
And moves in and out
And uncovers what lurks
In the shadows of doubt
And exists only there
When she seems to look well
But consistently drags herself
Back into hell
Where I sink with her slowly
Enable,
Destabilize her
When I’m lonely
A homely male presence
Still paying his penance
She is the full stop
At the end of my sentence
Michael Marchese Mar 2022
Traveled
For miles
To get to you
Rescue you
Lucky enough
To behold the whole
Mess of you
Dressed in a sorrow
I struggle to emulate
Here in this
All too inaccurate
Capsulate
Gravitate
Slavishly
Back to your side
But belong to
Along with you
Down for the ride
Michael Marchese Mar 2022
She sits in a room
All alone
All day sobbing
Her brain overheats
In anxiety throbbing
And lobbing grenades
Upon rainy parades
Is the only way she
Can ensure the pain fades
Crossing over again
To succumb and suppress
She still seems
In control
But is a
Complete mess
But her kind
Of frenetic
Magnetic
To me
She stills pulls me
As if
The full moon
To my sea
Michael Marchese Mar 2022
You keep saying that
I don’t know what it means
You think you’re the first sorceress
I’ve ever seen?
You think mystic statistics
Above me
Beyond
But I’ve been to the edge
Where humanity dawned
And I wandered this wasteland
A true vagabond
And along the way
Wicked like witches
I spawned
What no dead-beaten creep
Could conceive in the deep
Now I reap the sweet nectar
I plucked from the peak
So for someone
Without any answers
It’s odd
You’re so quick to close minds
To my kind
Monkey god
So just wait for your sign
Ruling planets
Align
For the more down to earthly
Affairs
Are best saved
For the skeptics and doubters
And me robbing graves
Michael Marchese Feb 2022
Fluttering
Hovering
Into the evening
To delve deeper in
A most hedonist Eden
Still shy
Beyond reckoning
Recklessly beckoning
Her to appear
Disappear
From my fear
From the mere
Insincere
Steering clear
Of my view
Then renew like a library book
Overdue
For a fuming
Subsuming
The room kind of gloom
As she channels the solace
Like tides to the moon
But in howling
She hears
Only words to ignore
And in floating through space
She is ready for war
And she tore me to shreds
For my feeble submission
Selection of lesser muse
Radio friction
Just listen
And learn
She will spin you a web
As her siren songs shriek
In the back of your head
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