First Time For This……thinking like Bukowski I guess….

First time to be published in an erotica magazine!

here’s a link to the ezine site:  http://cleansheets.com/poetry/durkin_03.04.15.shtml


standing inside the gallery while winter blows down King street

quilt me in Gustav print
a warm winter blanket – womb
let us hold one another in red madness – yellow liquid gold paints
call me your Klimt until i’m a true artist
then fall silent – waiting for spring thaw


Something Cool is Happening in April and Martin Durkin is in the Lineup!

STAY TUNE FOR MORE NEWS!

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The Coolest Thing Yet To Happen! Major News Is On The Way!

It will be a night of STORIES

It will be in STEELTOWN

It will be in the SPRING

It will be at one of the COOLEST locations in HAMILTON

more details to follow…….

 

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when the love poem sees the sad model

gawd the eyes are sad
her eyes
looking down
casing
the floor

her picture is soft light boudoir haze

but pictures can not lie
not around those eyes

the drapes are drawn
her body lit

her eyes are still sad
the mouth is next
chin pushing lower

golden hair
red hair(s)

mid waist

but your eyes are drawn back to the
frame
your eyes move through the make up

her eyes

blue and blue….


morning doves

upon waiting for Spring
Gaw(d) damn birds
i miss you-
starting around 5
(a.m)
forcing windows closed

forcing A.C to start sooner.

i miss thee
thy (my)
miserable bastards

sing me a song which might fascinate enough
in learning more about you-
force binocK(s) into my hand
and travel beyond cndn(isms)
to
Galápagos
searching for rare feathers

only in weather this cold
with the early dormant night
and dry air
inside house-tomb/nature(ty)
do i
miss you.


searching for God along an iced packed road

don’t stand me outside the darkness
in
the darkness
smirk
on your face
abstract
decision
(s)
bed cloth silhouette in the snow
rain

soft shovel within neighbourhood placement

bed creak
hallway windowless lit single
bulb
on carpet revealing
occupants – 3 am

sunday picture frames
outside the wall
don’t
place the cndn history
on the floor

artists within artists within a crusted atmosphere

don’t stand me outside yourself
upside lips tights
ghostly blankets in the late afternoon
sunless
searching for
God


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