Here are the 2 poems. Habitant was published in Hypnotic Childhood around 2002, and Good Soup appeared in 2012 on my Crazy Irishman wordress blog. I started it just under 2 years ago, and there are 700 pieces published there so far since.
The photo was done by my Grandmother when she was roughly 14 yrs of age or so. It will be used on the cover of my new book Entitled, Steeltown for Mary, Memoirs from a Dick.....
The rain plays a
windows watched -
the city is
wine, bottled in the
the trees sway in
these eyes remember everything.
This apartment living
turns Algonquin into
the irish black top street -
one way stop signs,
children race the
window, my reflection
you are wrapped in blanket, i grin.
“He’s nothing but a drunk”
he remarks about Al Purdy as a poet.
I think to myself no, rather he’s quite dead, deceased
now, if you will
And I look at this scholar in blue overalls
I think he chews his cigarettes wet
before spitting out the smoke
Then the longhaired chum beside me says
“but isn’t that when we speak our best
and say poetic things?
When we’re drunk?”
Actually it’s at noon-hour lunch
when we bitch aloud and talk too much
about people we’re jealous of
but i just sit and grin
sip on pea soup, listening to these men of men
Once again the longhaired chum breaks in
“come on Martin say something, don’t be bashful
all your life.”
So i conclude with this,
And go back to sit and grin