the picture removes the window

They said,
poor writer
would put a picture with
their piece
to get the point across
in disappointment
did the opposite –
taking the
picture and
the hell out of it.
until the paint dripped
my own pen,
until the blue ball
turned green,
with my own blood.
i wrote on the
until you could
see your
own body laying
with in the landscape,
the fallen feather
your stomach
dusting out your belly
When i was done with
the piece,
i would print it
and the reader would
become confused,
not knowing
what the piece meant
enjoying the overall idea

-by the end of the walk down
the gallery,
the reader would realize,
they were
not reading poetry,
they were
at the picture – not sure about the


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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