lighten up

let’s play in the jazz
if you understand it-
the city horn honks
blurred lights and trumpet.
you don’t understand it
life is a series of perfect notes
(in your mind)
one note off and this world
crashing down.
your world is perfect
everyone else is wrong
when your
world is shimmering off
the slide
the rest of us
let’s play some city jazz pomes
sit on a park path bench
and stare off across from
the cliff range
use the bluff of the escarpment
as a concert hall
-but again we can’t
your pant cuffs aren’t just so
the saxophone player is late
and you can’t hear
the notes in between the perfection
of a self created
mind set


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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