the clowns hold balloons

i am not dead
it’s the living who are not alive
the living –
who fear the nothingness of
whatever ‘of‘ is

i have sat in the empty saloon
counted the flies
and i have read poems to
the world inside my

danced……….and saw myself
in a living world, alone
with nothing but
my own amusement

‘amuse me dear’
you say,
and i say –

‘amuse me dear’

live for the sake of living
where you learn to feel good about yourself
and forget about the chance
of changing those who
do not want to know

the park is always open my love

the ticket is free

so let’s amuse each other
before we discover
the sadness of regret……..

i am not
i am alive amongst the living
who have not learned
living – is.


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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