by Martyn Crucefix | Mar 1, 2024 | Young Poets
Hunan Teeth, the bones I clean, bite into this pillow. This bed is not mine, it is perhaps my late grandfather’s; or just another metaphor left in this parcel of land that could have belonged to my grandfather. Inside my eyelids: two melting balls of chocolate....
by Martyn Crucefix | Jan 12, 2024 | Young Poets
Gabriel’s Harley Your old Harley rusts next to a broken ATM, gum-tacked mirror smashed in by the church’s poker iron, your fingers bloody and buried inside me, before dawn daubed its collared black puff over your thick, stained-glass lids. x I want you to know that...
by Martyn Crucefix | Nov 27, 2023 | Young Poets
Anecdote I’d like to have her laugh / Which erupts like a broken hose / Fixing at the wrong time, or his shoulders / Which people love to lay their head on. (from The Party by Sinéad O’Reilly) In dizzy rooms awash with eyes of green, The air is smoke, the water...
by Martyn Crucefix | Sep 26, 2023 | Young Poets
This Is What I’m Thinking Rain on the window & the ground Everything is impermeable So we leave behind streetside streams & we leave in them I want to go home But I rue the journey Hate the water that drowns the roads Hate the water that ends up where I’m...
by Martyn Crucefix | Aug 31, 2023 | Young Poets
Rain and cheer Innocence darted through streets alone,hair dancing in the rush of itamid dense smells and bids and cumin and saffronlittle lungs a-panting. Now, with top button stiffly done,greying hair flattened and combed.Through split roads, with rain and cheer,he...
by franco | Mar 3, 2023 | Young Poets
The First Affair I rinse my hands of the way your skin felt, Brush my teeth thinking of how you tasted. The soap’s scent is reminiscent of your Intense fragrance, something I won’t forget In a hurry. I remember the sight Of you in that red dress, the slight gasps you...
