marrow of morrow

will i love tomorrow
when it comes
like a cinnamon girl
give in to what it
will it lap dance
on guitar
sun sliding into
and burn forgiveness
in both our


tomorrow bring your eyes
breasts on bed
stomach on sheets
my cinnamon girl
a song i sing
cup of tea
lay where the hills
lead spine to
and snow so warm

‘i love tomorrow’, you say
‘i need right now’

o cinnamon girl

song of today


About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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