it should be a selfish act

the smell of dying death
at the peak of old age
in a small room,
washed out pan beside
the bed


you write like this
before taking
a long sip of wine
or a toke
thinking about your
greatness or
the audience who
will sit
in front of


is the smell you
create, this
is what bad poetry
to the rest of
the recluse, the
shut ins
and the crazies


write for themselves
to clear the
gun barrels clogging
their sleepless


for the
love of
when you decide to
write about
what a deer feels
at the sight
of the gun barrel,
just pull the
trigger –
and then tell us


the power felt
in your
hand, seeing
that beautiful little
drop on 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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