in our little own world

You write and you writeandyouwrite and
write –
sketch doodles around the blank
and think,
those doodles could be
worth something
You pass street signs
and think
they could be useful
one else would think to
use them or notice their
importance in a poem.
You see the flowers in the
you stand on a mountain
in fall,
arms spread for winter
and say,
‘Canada! Come and get me, Russia,
no one knows you
like i do!
America!……oh America, just
stay right
where you are.’ –
around the doodled
pages your
pen and penciled pen
have started
masterpieces at midnight
with a half bottle
and cigarette,
with the morning sun
avoiding God


you write and you writeandyouwrite





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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