fighting the good fight

only a few months ago
i stared down death
and won


out bedroom window
showers gives way to
truth in old myths
of rain before 7
over for 11

and the afternoon haunts me
waking at 3 am and
wonder about the hour
that is not the hour
of death
but the door opening
to bring life back
to death
only to close the door
planes alert

but death is not here
not in the bedroom
where your fur is thick
and standing on edge
your skin is lit beside mine
window sunlight
and our eyes together
seeing what lays

while waiting
we wonder
and the future is unknown


the simplicity of skin
and eyes wrapped around
2 souls
keep the complication
the math
in constant star struck
or religious wonder


we both beat death
both fight the good fight
and prepare and check our bag
of resources
hoping for one more window
to open
even after all doors
seemed to have


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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