Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Michael Marchese Oct 2017
Locked in a cell block of human live stocks
You can stuff it with ballots or build it with blocs
But the freedom you dream of is just an
allusion
To Malthus preclusions foregoing infusions
Of classes and races and genders and creeds
And the wanting more needs that democracy breeds
When we re-elect greed so it regulates voice
And then blows out our brains as it propagates choice
In the form of a cycle of wage-enslaved debt
Still trickling down into your glass of forget to regret  
Politician magicians use sleight of hand theft
To empty both pockets, the right and the left
And campaign on the same cheaters running the game
Who off-shore account lion shares of the blame
For the blood as it leaks on the bills from the ceiling
Their crimes are 9/10ths of this court of appealing
Back door patrol dealing like pimps in a club
Made of rolling green Edens on Earth and above
Who deny us so much as a crumb of the cake
That we eat so much garbage it stops tasting fake
Michael Marchese May 2023
It’s rare
This breed
Of anti-social,
Cloaked in daggers
Draped in woeful
School begets the brain
But play
Recalibrates the mind
Array
Mine just the price
Is right
To sum
Keep searching for the one
My sun
Keep building,
Keep advancing
Aims
Keep reinforcing
Thesis claims
We came,
We saw,
We conquered
Earth
For better
And far even
Worse
A legacy
Of codices
Of cities
Built
On legalese
The eagle frees
And handcuff keys
And gleams its greed
Like shining seas
Michael Marchese Aug 2019
Rainy seasons never end
Just render me a sodden mess
Downtrodden in unrest distress
Yet sleepy and somnambulant
Have bent me to their will’s intent
To from this place I will egress

And seek to leave the rest behind
These people need me not to care
To pity, sympathize or share
The burdens bearing down upon
Their shoulders as they carry on
And wear their rags of proud despair

And there among them, take my place
Embrace a way of life without
Utopias I dreamt about
But still a form of paradise
Despite the lack of love for Christ
An alternate salvation route
Michael Marchese Jul 2017
Test my patience
Is a virtue
If you think
These words can't hurt you
Or subvert your bricks and thrones
To shallow caves of sticks and stones
And early graves of mogul masses
Unenlightened social classes
Cashing in the broadcaste system
Fearful fascist feudalism
Cataclysm communist
Red dead to rites of populist
We can't resist the terrorize
In refugees we demonize
So televise the violent crimes
And lionize the Frankensteins
Cuz' we all scream for Isis stream
To guillotine the fields of green  
The Vaccines are the influenza
FDA is salmonella
Poisoning the stomach bile
In the processed garbage aisle
As the vile needle kills
The blood which pours as rivers spills
Polluted by the politics
The very air we breathe is sick
Like respirating pits of tar
A pack of Marbs is all we are
On par with country clubs of pigs
Who sell us lies and oil rigs
And stuff the stockings up with coal
And change the climate of my soul
To winter's blight of coldest steel
Still rusting in this rage I feel
Then melting in the wildfire
Of the funeral empire
Rolling thunder power dice
Of life and gambling on its price
As they repeal and then erase
All knowledge of this human race
Michael Marchese Jun 2024
This time
It’s not unto death
I can give
Anything left of love
Of my life
Yet to live
If you don’t even like me
Can’t stand the mere
Sight of me
Push me away
Day by day
And by nightly
I’m once again grossly
Mischaracterized
As the guy
Still disguising himself
Suicide
Although I
Only wanted
You ever to hold
Onto me
If I truly
Enlivened your soul
And enamored your heart
And enraptured your mind
And enveloped your body
In mine intertwined
So if this isn’t it
Anymore
The dynamic
Just let the ensuing
Depression
Be manic
Michael Marchese Feb 2019
Don't know what I said
What I did
To deserve
Your disdain
Can't explain
Such ineffable
Pain
Upon seeing you clearly
No longer the same
Seem to feel
How you felt
Underneath the moon's wane
Beneath stars in the city light
Night sky
Aflame
With the feigning
Romancing, entrancing
Pretense
Of portentous affections
Just lust I suppose
Just a fickle slight ripple
Effect on our clothes
And our hands, and our skin,
And our lips, and our tongues,
And our ears to mellifluous
Pounding heart drums
Not the one of course
Just the first one
Whom I sung
Of in ages
My serenade marked
By the notes on these pages
And gave them all to you
In genuine tune
With the irony wry,
Hung to dry kind of mood
That you choose to undo
To eschew from embracing
I'm wasting away now
My steps, I'm retracing
To make sense of where
Apart paths got diverted
And blurted out, drunken confessions
Converted
You into this empathy-lacking
Remorseless
Contortionist
Bending my form maladies
To amorphousness
Black abyss, back to the bottle
Forgetting this
Ever occurred
In rejection emmured
Where I still do not know
What I did to deserve
Your disdain
Can't explain it
In words except pain
Michael Marchese Jul 2018
If I could simply overcome
Possessive nouns and vowel sounds
I would not need to study ******
Heavy lies’ beheaded crowns
But you make martyrs with your charter
School exclusive service sector
To systemically condemn me
To the destitution nectar
Of the corner story *****’s
Potential Cinderella caged in
The statistics of the mathematic
Overdose equation
Comatose’n like a Holy Ghost
Of tranquil ranking party skanks
Whose tanks plan out the projects
For the boys still shootin’ blanks
And then the slavers liberate
Some nation-state of god forsaken
Oil barons salivate
To taste the poison Apple’s stake in
Stock in stuffer markets takin’
All the products people makin’
Privatizing profit-docket lawless
Mother Nature rapin’
For some scarcity disparities
In wealth I can’t attain
You keep me feeding on the bottom
From the top, you make it rain
So as the brains continue drainin’
In amenity dependency
I tinker with the inner-machinations
Now the enemy
You’ve made me out to be you see
My generation’s future’s bleaker
Than the past in full HD
Michael Marchese May 2022
Valiant effort
Best attempt
Most often
Only yields
Lament
So I write again
Why try
To make some sense
Before we die
Regardless of how monumental
Were our triumphs
Or potential
All in time
Inconsequential
All will fade
Forgotten
Lost
No impact made
Equates the cost
Or justifies
A moment’s sorrow
Nor invigorates
Tomorrow  
Even if I wake
Begrudging
Walking dead
Dreadful curmudgeon  
Is what I’ll appear to be
Embrace the all-encompassed me
Michael Marchese Nov 2017
It seems that November has finally reached India
Chilly tonight in the vacant moonlight
It is home that I see in my faint memory
Of the tiger to be which is all that I dream
Anymore for the haziness here doesn’t phase me
‘Cuz nothing’s amazing except when it’s wavy
And all that I am is now lazy with smog
But I’m grinding through time like an old, rusty cog
So in helping them grow like a gardener of minds
Cultivating the youth that is mine in decline
Far behind is it gone and where once it stood thus
Is pollution and poison and ash clouds of dust
Just gun shots exploding in satellite skies
Contact languages have become my contact highs
I can still take a sip of the foamy fizz phony
But with every drop I feel more like bologna
On some kind of journey, a quest to be best
To be better than beast and be least of all blessed
Michael Marchese Mar 2024
Knowing my uses
Are few
Loosened
Nooses
Reclusive
At home
In the shadow
Seduces
Before I can even
But hope
To resist it
Commit to escaping
The paradigm
Shifted
Adrift
I’ve repeated it
Various ways
Rhymed astray
With another
Same ****
Different day
And replayed
All the worst case
Scenarios
Possible,
Plausible
Some
Imminently
Unstoppable
Come
Let me show you
The ones
Become real
And what’s left in the wake
Of the latest
Fate sealed
Michael Marchese May 2024
Nowhere you could go
That I won’t
Come and find you
Nowhere you could be
That I wouldn’t
Remind you
The time could go by
Without me there beside you
And I will still strive
To uncover
What hides you
Reside in your deepest
Recesses
And reach
Out to lift you up,
Strengthen you
When you feel
Weak
But we keep speaking over
Each other again
After vowing to not so
Discordantly end
The next argument,
Or the relationship
Sinking
In dreading,
Regretting
The what were we thinking
Michael Marchese Jul 2020
Is it pity
Or sympathy
Guiding your hand
Back to my  
Misery
In its sinking quicksand
Or do you really care
To befriend
A dead-end
Thinking back
To the could be
Alternatives
Penned
When you know
I won’t stop
Reminiscence
In entropy
Subtleties
Dreadfully
Retrospect’s
Revelry
In your serenity
Ne’er more elusive
Until my next inquiry’s
Far more intrusive
And you and I’s
Story
Remains inconclusive
Michael Marchese Apr 2018
Don’t know if I have it
The gift
I’m eclipsed
By the big picture
Shrouded in
Do I exist?
Michael Marchese Dec 2020
I’m aware I’m depressed
All too vividly so
Could describe it right now
But I doubt you would know
What it’s like
To be wholly
Consisted of woe
When you deal in the rest of your life
Absolutes
I see only the nevermore earth
It pollutes
When you subtly
Smother me
In my misfortune
I seek more of hunger’s
Diminutive portion
When all my hypocrisy
Leaves me exposed
I still seal it
And send it
In letters enclosed
In enveloping wallowing
In inequality
No justice, just
Guillotines to the policy
Peace
Is my least resist path
To the polity’s
Most extreme dream
Of utopian poverty
Calling me back
To the front once again
Where the trenches of mind
Can inspire the pen
To be brave for you
Soldiering on
For the cause,
For the left,
The young restless,
Eternal outlaws
Like an instinct
A feeling
To be more than man
So I guess, answer’s yes
I’m depressed
That I can
Michael Marchese Jan 2022
Maybe I’m trying too
hard
To mean something
Perhaps she is already gone
And me dumping
My paltry, pathetic,
Precipitous prose
Like a deluge of desperate
Upon a dead rose
Can’t dispose of her silent
Indifferent
Existence
Each moment
Eternal
Futile
Resistance  
In listlessness I must revert
To the written,
The only way I’ve
Ever understood
Smitten
With souls,
And personas,
And psyches,
And signs
With the auras exuding
True beauty’s
Confines
But with her it is more
Than an infatuation
With mere metaphysical
Intoxication
Michael Marchese Feb 2021
Fellow humans
We don’t like each other,
We aren’t all equal
We aren’t the same
Individual being
Of course,
That’s naive
But we gather,
Amass, and before us
We grieved
Even for
Other creatures
Pretending we leave
For salvation
So nothing to fear
Just as long as you never forget
We are here
We are now
We were there
We are how
It’s remembered,
Preserved
And appears
As the form
We accept
And from henceforth
Revere
Michael Marchese Feb 2022
Writing is soliloquy
Manifesting itself
Into forms
More discernible
To senses
Of other
Conscious beings
Constructs seemingly
Of meaning
Deemed linguistically
For sure
And it graffitis on the wall
It still installs you in the store
And in contemporary
Swarms
Of trending-bending
Social norms
It still discordantly
Offends
Impends the galvanizing
Storms
And be assured
It will preserve us
Rise to serve us
When we’re nervous
And reverberate
Eternally
To verbalize
Discursive
Michael Marchese Nov 2018
Oh how I thrive
In depression
Repression
In stressing each second
I feign this pretension
Anxiety, angst-driven
Dreading the selfless
Reflection
Is merely delusion
Of past intervention
Divine of some being-
Perhaps, beyond seeing
The infinite universe
Into it freeing
The essence of meaning
When all of it ceases
Materializing
Into the time creases
And all realizing
Ideally reprises
Its role as the sole
Individual guises
Unmaking me whole
Again,
Then, I describe it
Michael Marchese Dec 2017
Keep ‘em hungry, keep ‘em dumb
Keep ‘em silent, keep ‘em numb
Said the fascist to the master
Make each nun a smoking gun
And then the pastor preachin’ faster then
Said boy why don’t be shy
And then the actor’s ballot caster rolled
The fake news that you buy
With all your pay to playchecks next in line
The soup is gettin’ cold today
‘Cuz poverty’s the crime of every diamond Dozen dreamer with a dollar to their name
Unless they anglicized its meaning
And then made them wear the blame
A badge of shame like scarlet letters
Chained around their right to choose
How Lady Liberty presents herself
In multiethnic hues, or so we’re told and so we Hear, and so we’re taught to hate and fear, Then disappear the past like pastors
And the masters
And the fascist fake-newscasters
But the federal reserve should be the one we’re Goin’ after
Michael Marchese Apr 2024
Now what
To say
Let it go
Old and gray
Growing cold
Starts to feel
As if slipping away
Is the only way
Forward
Into the grave lowered
And lower
And lower
Seems like
What I told her
A failed attempt
Saving grace
Breaking heart’s
Closure
If this
What awaits
Complete silence
Creates
Just this void
Ever-widening rift
Inundates
My already beleaguered,
Besieged
Peace of mind
Intertwined
With there is no
Forgiveness
This time
Michael Marchese Nov 2021
Bastion of progress
The citadel shines
In the morning sunrise
As our grandeur defines
What the rest of the world
Can aspire to reach
The example we set
Evermore we could seek
To establish,
Preserve,
For the future
Secure
Though we aim to claim peace
Always ready for war
Should defending
The home
From invasions
Be needed
And should the truce falter
No land be conceded
For even in greed
We agreed
To play fair
And the barons
Don’t dare
Tyrants do not compare
To hegemony
Menacing
Racial supremacy
Scapegoating cultural shades
As the enemy
Michael Marchese Aug 2020
Pressure to be
More productive
Make money
Or earn it I guess
So I don’t feel so scummy
Awaiting each checking
Account summary
One a week
And then maybe
At night
With more ease
I could sleep
But of course
She’d be there
Still fomenting
Unrest
And regrets
Would ensure
Drowsy pills
I ingest
Michael Marchese Apr 2023
Warned that this path would lead
Seemingly nowhere...
So get to the problem,
Too many to solve them
Too different to see
The same ways
We evolve in
All crawl from the ooze
But all grow
To refuse
To return to its void
Like a bottle of *****
Michael Marchese Jun 2020
And if she is gone
I’m wrong
And I suffer alone
Michael Marchese May 2019
Sometimes
When I can't seem to sleep
I can write
Like a maniac raving
In slavish delight
To the barking mad
Lunacies
Loneliest night
Where I moonlight as me
And upstage other parts
That I keep under wraps
And entombed in the dark
Like a heart in a jar
On display in a bleak
Show museum
When I can't seem to sleep

And what secrets I keep Are all leaked to the public
But no one one among them
Would durst to be cursed
By my hex of depressive
Confessions immersed
In abysmal residual
Remnants of past
Strewn and scattered memories
Shatter like glass
From a cracked-mirror fist
Of what does it all mean
Still attempting to piece back
Together a dream
Just as broken as ever
Awoken to greet
The deceit I delete
When I can't seem to sleep

Merely reach for the pen
And allow it to speak
For the creature contained
In this well-mannered freak
Where by day it maintains
An illusion defusing
Conflictual bombs
All around me before
They explode into qualms
That I have with a world
In despair,
Disarray
Disrepair
And dismay once again
My disguise will betray
The real self
I withheld
But I'd like you to meet
The complete version counting
The seconds like sheep
In my true nature form
When I can't seem to sleep
Michael Marchese Oct 2016
To become mesmerized
by horizon eternity

Is to forget to enjoy
the sand between your toes

As you watch the sun setting
on the seldom-breached surfaces  

*Of mortality
Michael Marchese Aug 2023
Try to learn from it
For there was a moment
In it
When you truly loved each other
You went with it
For you’d miss it
In the presence of another
For its absence
Was a future
Tends to spell
Impermanence
But we dispel it
As a nemesis
Of consciousness
Submits
Like flags in tatters,
Nothing matters,
It is useless to resist
So surrender
As it were
To her most enduring
Vow
And if it isn’t you
Still solemn
Be her sacrificial cow
And take to heart,
Not yet apart,
Remain rejoicing
In the now
Michael Marchese Jul 2017
Embarking on these quests in search of nothing left to own
The paths I find
The trails I blaze
May distance me from home
To shores I tread
And streets I step
To beats of strolling stone
Still muck I plod
And sludge I trudge
I promenade alone
For peaks I reach
And skies I breach
Shall be my roamin' throne
Michael Marchese Jan 2022
Then she disappears
And I’m here
Barely speaking
My friends are disputing
But I am just seeking
A way to get back to
Her doorstep and wait
For my turn
To return her
When it’s getting late
And for now
Say goodbye
Never sure she’d reply
In the morning
Should I be
The first to confide
Michael Marchese Apr 2020
Then you bring it back
Like some lost,
Alone
Omen
The that’s all folks
Crowd
Settles down
For the showman
And no man
Would step to me
Showing
Or going
Just so and so
Showboating
Bloviate,
Blowin’ hate
On some sic ****
With this nation is great
As they’re making me wait
For my life
On the line
And they keep feeding me
That weird **** on the side
And just biding their time
Till I finally die
Buying
Bye bye bye
Viruses
Crying wolf
Crises
And ISIS is still out there
Deep
In the silences
Michael Marchese Jun 2024
More useful to you
When I’m here
And I’m quiet
And nightly
My psyche  
Is shrinking like violet
And no one to turn to
To talk to
Beguiles
The moments we have
To defensive on trials
The miles and miles
I’ve tread in exiles
I’ve fled
With but dread
And the words it compiles
To somehow coherently
Articulate it
Relate it
To all of them
Then I restate it
Michael Marchese Nov 2023
Dusk settles in
On my grimmest despair
Of my guilty subconscious
I’m all too aware
Too fixated on quelling
The faith reservations
Uproarious tirade
Of self-confrontations
At war with
Internal conformist
Resent
I nocturnally wander
The wastes of lament
Not enough for
My suffering’s
Love hesitant
But sincere
What I actually feel
Is content
Michael Marchese Feb 2023
Sink
In surrender
She wouldn’t soon
Weather
The storming of you
Misconstrues
Valuation
My life is but dirt
To a withered carnation
Just want you to know
That my love is engraved in
The strongest of stone
Still at home in goodbye
Still acquainted with
Living for
Reason to die
Michael Marchese Sep 2016
I could spend every second
just writing away
I could write til the sun
shines on a new day
I could write tales of magic
of monsters and myth
I could write space adventures
of Jedi and Sith
I could write a report
of historical force
I could write a thesis
that changes its course
I could write you a song
of the demons I dread
I could write symphonies
when they dance in my head
I could write a sad poem
your heart would be mine
I could write out a note
and then leave you behind

I could write of the heroes
i've seen in my dreams
I could write of the villains
you've heard in my screams
I could write of transcendence
achieved on my trips
I could write how I've loosened
reality's grips
I could write of the darkness
and emptiness oceans
I could write how I drown
in this sea of emotions
I could write of the issues
and problems to solve
I could write how I've tried
to help humans evolve
I could write of the lies
no mind could conceive
I could write of the truths
no brain would believe  

I could write where I'm going
and where I have been
There's no way of knowing
just where to begin
There's so many webs
my words could soon spin
Yet none of them stronger
than love's sweetest sin
So I start with the veins
she's still coursing within
And I end with the pain
she left under my skin
Michael Marchese Oct 2020
Stumped tonight
Watching this endless debate
Candidates are still rated
On who can berate
Moderators the least
And opponents the most,
When really both still don
The cloak of the ghost
Michael Marchese Oct 2016
Of pale moon ghosts I reminisce
  on how I've froze
  in powdered woes  
And nothing good can come of this
  struck by love's
  snow lightning doves
And Lady Winter's frigid kiss
   like icebergs loosening my lips
   and sinking my relationships
In blizzards of cold-blooded bliss
  fearless should the pulsing stanch
  invincible my avalanche
All need for warmth I could dismiss
  when old King Candy cuts it clean
  in palaces of Queen Frostine
Pure wonderlands of happiness
  melt into my slippery streets
  than soon the Santa's sleigh retreats
Face down on pavements of abyss
  the black becomes all I can see
  come take this white away from me
Forget this ******* emptiness
Michael Marchese Jun 2018
Every night I try to write
Another magnum opus
Masterpiece  
For all to read
And be at peace
And maybe learn a thing or two
About the me they never see
In secrecy, I literally
Confide in strangers
Who could be
My alternate
Identity
Michael Marchese Sep 2024
They take a long march
And recruit
The downtrodden
Enforcing their farces
Then throw the whole lot in
The ring
Where the circus
Bespectacled
Beckons
The animals caged
Labor slaves
Win elections
Politicized weapons
Discounting the vote
And outsourcing
Offshoring
The capsizing boat
To some far-reaching
Not my backyard approach
Passes
The buck
To the bucket list
Kicked
Working classes
Michael Marchese Jan 2022
I wonder
Who else she can be
Without me
Among others
Her colors
Must variably
Withhold shades
She displays
By my side
Smiles wide
But then sooner or later’s
Like somebody died
And the joy in the room
Is vacuumed into space
And the hope that I had for us
Obliterates
And in case she is out there
Erasing her life
I can merely be glad
That she had a good night
Michael Marchese May 2019
Somehow abnormal
To not need attention
To not crave the warm,
Soothing touch
Of affection
Been left to my own
Plot devices
And vices
And try as I might
Nothing seems to excite me
Entice me
Lust used to ignite me
Rewrite me
Completely
But only for her
And for her
What we were
Is no more
My brief blush
With polygamy
Ended before
I could flirt with disaster
And court her calamity
After enraptured
By love in its vanity
I just watched sanity
Slipping away
And still unto the goddess
Of discord
I pray
Michael Marchese Jan 2021
Can’t leave her side
Always on her
Rely
When without her
You cry
When she’s gone?
Can’t survive
Why belie
You are anything more
Than a child?
So eager to seek out
A care-taking lover
Replacing  
The lost embrace
Arms of the mother
Borrowed a quote from Donnie Darko for the title
Michael Marchese Dec 2020
Would appear
They take liking
To ones about writing
The most
But I don’t mean to boast
Of my scribing
Capacities
Lyrical rhapsodies
Nothing like that
I just type what comes naturally
Try to keep track
And reflect back upon
Who I was yesterday
So in years from now
Both of us know
How I changed
Michael Marchese Oct 2016
Disheveled grim face
Reflecting disgust within
Unkempt ugly soul
Michael Marchese Nov 2020
Bereavement
Without even
Reason to grieve
You’re still there,
Or somewhere
But now you get to leave
When you want
And I need
The lifeline
To the other side
Love is just greed
Soon enough
You’re with me
Then you’re my
Property
What I’d fight to retain with
In security  
So align with some other landlord
And be claimed
Just remember above it all’s
Where we once reigned
Michael Marchese Sep 2021
Just take it
Disgraceful
Exploitative snakes
Your duplicitous
Subterfuge
Scam aggravates
Me to no end
Dependent
On what you provide
Just another class luxury
Robbing me blind
Been deprived
A lot worse
And still found a connection
To internet speeds
Expediting depression
And I will secure its
Expanses of bandwidths
As if overlords
Of the data plan
Planned it
Michael Marchese Aug 2022
Let me run rampant
Across your enchantment
And lambent illumine
Your gloom catacombs
For I lurk
Go berserk
In accursed
Mirth manic
And contradict gods
Just to feel
More titanic
Volcanic at times
So inclined to destroy
Overruled,
Undermined
By these rhymes I enjoy
Thunder mind
Does not rest
Until bolts in the brain
Can explain
What I claim
In a more cryptic way
Michael Marchese Feb 2017
Living on the wild side
Of man-made legislature
With a will of rhino hide
Defending laws of nature

From invasive species gaining
On a three-ring circus stage
In an age of lion-taming
Makes us monkeys in a cage

As we're sinking to extinction levels
Captives in a profit zoo  
When grizzly bear essentials
Could replant the trees where once they grew

When green was life, and not its price
And Earth it had no cost
Her beauty would alone suffice
For all resources lost

Before we ravaged her chaste skies
And bled her dry of ****** lands
By forcing her to synthesize
Our selfish energy demands

Vicious avaricious rats
A mass consumption plague
Of king cobra bureaucrats
No drop of oil shame

Rising seas to meet their marks
Bottom-fed on dying reefs
Cold and lifeless, great white sharks
Their souls of coal lie deep beneath

Pearly, sparkling teeth of preachers
Sheep until their time is done
Show these puny, insect creatures
Powers of your chosen sun
Michael Marchese Jun 2022
Wish this was you
I was texting to
Speaking to
Worst case scenarios
Silently
Seeping through
As the time passes
Between us amasses
A chasm so vast
When you still appear active
On apps we’re not using
For more than each other
Exclusively choosing
To see where it leads
Without squandering options
Though limiting mine
When I’m locked in these clock-ins
A coffin too early
To bury me in
If you go
And I’m left
Devastated again
From whence the wilted wandered
Wondered all
The money laundered
Has it gone
So far beyond
Where they would utter
De guerre ‘Nam
And from those jungles
Fill your lungs
With burning stakes
Of Amazon
But turning rates
Of the disinterested
To actively engage
From highly likely
If it’s nightly,
Daily,
Constantly replayed
To child’s play
Of puppeteers
In their clock working
Apparatus
To addict you
And afflict you
Forceful feed you
Needles madness
Then it’s habits
Gotta have it
You just gotta ******* grab it
Off the shelves
Or off their cellular
Dependencies
Like magic
Michael Marchese May 2017
Addicted to this strain of pen
The pain and rain embraces melt
Away in her oblivion
Still numb to opioids she felt
My love at last is laid to rest
In unrequited sleepless nights
And answers of indifference
To questions of my greatest heights
Free-falling fears I left behind
To see depression's comatose
Was riddled with my lucid mind
Still hers was what I craved the most
A stronger drug I've yet to find
Next page