Black Rock City

yes
i like apples
but why talk fruit?
it’s the human form
walking across the desert
wearing a floral wreath
butter fly
wings on the back
apples – which
turn
into oranges
or
another form of fruit
shooting more
out
then down,
rather than round
crisp –
and the sun is high
while music
in the background plays
while a see thru
scarf, white
blows waist line
way side,
out onto the breeze
mixing dry
sand with
blue
sky.

no

let’s not discuss fruit
or dry skin,
but rather the
anticipation
of later evening
under
stars or under
a winter ceiling
where the
routine is normal
but
love is
cultivated and
necessary
and the water skin
is full
and home from the
river
is a more cobblestone
path……..

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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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