Ill Used

Palpable,
gawd i hate that fuckin’ word
someone
gets ahold of it,
they NEVER LET IT GO

quagmire,
that’s now a word
my wife
likes to use of late,
it’s
becoming a new word
i HATE

one word is hopeless
the
other word is more than i can handle
both
words are swallowing me

cringe,
cringing
that’s what i do, when
i
hear either of those
words,
they’ve become
tacky
and untrue.

here’s a word structure
that has become
tacky,
untrue,
mismanaged,
ill-used,
palpable, like a quagmire……

Weapons of Mass Destruction
o
r
ld
Police

or in Canada,

prorogued.

This poem now has no
direction,
so i’ll just
end
it

here.

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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 crazyirishman.wordpress.com, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on https://www.facebook.com/crazyirishmanpoetry where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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