it’s all one form of radio

there’s max
and mike
unplugged on
re-placed in a town –
in love
like home
a mall, while
deep breathing
street so their
will have authentic smell

there’s bob
heart broke
paddling an
upside down
saddle –
climbing to the
top of the
dome to scream
from his
so far from
what is
home and finding
davey jones

but where am i

I Am Lost

sitting in a friday diner
watching the
ships park
inside the
trent severn –
asking for gas at
and grateful their
are only yachts

i leave the harbour
and drive the
shore line
homeward bound
unsure where or how long
home might
be –
taking a pass at
church key
and turning right on
wingfield road
remembering my grandmother
as she shook her
head and saying
this was the best route
from home –
she was right


I Am No Longer Lost


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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