John and Miles….

round midnight
i am going to dance with you
under the eyelids of our sleep
where you curl in tighter to the dreamscape
horn playing next to a sax machine
the radio silent with jazz in this moment of the

round 12:01
the bed will begin to slowly twirl
the window spinning a breeze powered by the moon
back of the blue blackness pushing the fan
-this room in orchestra with table tops filling space
candles atop night stand in red glassware

a dance floor empty before the stage
a small skiff-drum
two players knowing we are there and understanding we are not

we are here for each other
the world is ours at 12:15

i reach over and turn the radio to silence
arm reaching back and over
you allowing me to take lead
sleeping soundly on my shoulder

in the nothingness room
the summer time edging towards September


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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