Michael Marrotti


grave pic




Morbid Orgasms


Slit wrists

and naked bodies

prancing around

the cemetery


by the moonlight

Swapping fluids


The dead are jealous

of our warm fingers


Caressing flesh

Pinching nipples

My erection expands

hard like a tombstone

Back for seconds

we partake

in this easy sex

to contradict

how hard it can be

in these hard times

The will is free

in an expensive economy

we will persist

no matter how costly


Morbid orgasms

obituary monologue

emptying ourselves

on this infertile ground

Money shots

of the soon to be

fucking dead

Cut it or fuck it

we’re up all night

expelling the hurt


The departed they rest

nodding off

next to the dead

Dreaming of death

waking up

to appreciate life

The sun shall rise

our eyes they blink

minds will ponder

will we rest in peace





  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 blog: www.thoughtsofapoeticmind.blogspot.com for his latest poetry and short stories.

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