Lights Out Before 9

The gun, titled downwards at your body
smokes upwards away from
my arm –
a sulphur halo competing with the cigarette
dangling on my lips
sticky damp and relieved.

You’re dead

bang – bang
a
b
y

My rolled yellow sleeves
now a speckled red hen complexion –
thanks darlin’
even in death you gotta be
difficult

I roll the sleeves
down,
unbutton it, and
pull it off –
the gun is rolled up inside it now
and it’s time for that
evening stroll you always opted
out from

The walk way bridge
is oval over the
water
the moon is full but
hidden by clouds –
this bundle drops quietly
into the darkness
i crush the cigarette on the railing

Flick it

rotating
__o
__r
__c
__h

9pm
it’s still a long night,
what to do
with
you?

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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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