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by Chris Sorrenti

I am both beast and god

when there is nothing to remind me

of my humanity

and yes

I am also that thing

some say I am

a little bit of this

a little bit of that

but I ain’t hurtin' nobody

not out robbing banks

murdering people

it’s all so surreal

me alone here

my little cottage in the suburbs

the entire world outside

drooling to lionize

or devour me

when not passing me by

there are ghosts

who come here

late at night

in my reality

in my dreams

they are the good times

this place has known

of crew departed

to other parts of the world

the great beyond

reassuring me

that there are friendships

states of related euphoria

still to come

© 2012

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Posted on 07/12/2012
Copyright © 2021 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jim Benz on 07/13/12 at 05:27 PM

This is a good poem Chris--I know the feeling. And, yes, you should get a bike and SWEAT a little bit. It's good for your spirit ;0

Posted by George Hoerner on 07/13/12 at 08:53 PM

I suppose that most of us are a little of this and that Chriss. I'm still trying to figure which of this and what of that I am made of. And I have no where near the time I had when I started. But then I think there are few of us who really ever find out. But you are looking in the right places I think.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/14/12 at 12:01 AM

Thanks for letting us in on the process as dictated by this thunderous, amazing verse.

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/14/12 at 01:16 AM

A new bike sounds like an amazing remedy, Chris. Good solid stuff here. Sounds like it's time to quit waiting for new life to come to you, and go out and grab some!:))

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/04/12 at 04:39 AM

Well, at least you and Aristotle are on the same page. He said, "Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god". Solitude can summon us to the presence of all the world excludes...but maybe as you say, what with the "crew departed", the ghosts and all, seems solitude is such a potential thing. We hear voices in solitude that we never hear in the hurry and turmoil of life. We may receive counsels and comforts,and hope, we get under no other condition. Great write. Thanks.

Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 08/07/12 at 06:29 PM

My poem "Unction" (in my Daddy's Favorites folder) begins with a quote from my poet friend Jane Hirshfield: "Wrong solitude vinegars the soul, right solitude oils it." Very nicely done, Chris - perfectly captures the feeling.

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