Michael Scarcelli Poems
Comments about Michael Scarcelli
I am beginning to want you, before I even know you.
I am wanting to save you, before I can hold you.
And I am mad, which for both of us is true;
But my addiction is not brown or white - it is you.
For you express your distress, with artistic disdain;
And you so eloquently allude to your tumultuous pain.
But still, you make me nervous and weary of your plays,
for I am not ignorant of the street corner’s ways.
And I am cautious and slow, experienced enough to know,
that the tiger will always kill, for only blood can satisfy its fill.
But I ...