these wolves

the wolves are at your door?

no

they’re at mine

demon killers or egg hatchers
bottom floor wishes
lost into the night air

smoke through a fly screen

talk to the IM box until
sunrise
sleep until mid warmth of noon
tell the outside world it’s something else

these wolves
my wolves

not your wolves

this hut – is their den.

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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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