Michael DiSciullo


Drowning in Place Poem by Michael DiSciullo


Here I am again,
pocketful of happiness,
bottles of love.

Disappearance is a virtue,
Jean Renoir on mute.
How many angels fit on the head of a syringe?
I lost count again.

Thinking of you,
thought goes to bed.
Sports and music and politics,
all the trappings of the integrated: gone.

My reel runs out in bliss,
a valediction to the pain which I no longer deem necessary.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Edited: Friday, April 15, 2011
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