off the horse farms
where piss soaked into the gravel
and the drunk midget waited
to tattle
where the drunk owner waited to pounce
and horse folk fought
their own gluttony
off that one horse farm
going – moving all the mares
into another bin –
and starting the madness over
everyday –
off the elevator
stinking of horse piss
because of property neglect
off the elevator
where a fat woman moves
over saying, ‘you stink’
and i say, ‘yeah, and you’re
some days, meanness meets meanness
and neither side wins


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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