where’s the heart?

there was a bakery
where we would get

long johns
turtle pies

there was Geens
where we would visit

mrs. read

there was Greenley’s

they took my first books
and they sold quite well

there was Sam’s at Century
where we

skipped school and listened
to the artists of
our day

there was the bohemian

you and i held hands
placed a nickel
in the wall
before heading home

What there was

There is no more


there’s just the anger
the dark remarks
and the lacking of self

-i’m sure there’s a parable hidden
here somewhere,
but finding one that isn’t cliché,
that’s the problem here,

without originality

this town……….


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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