Poetry Blog by 'Michael Martinez'
Ride with me my last known friend
and leave the directory behind,
no need to remember the numbers.
Just saddle up and buy us two sombreros.
The sun will burn hard, scorching persistent
memories: leaving us to it’s unrelenting mercies.
Into a desert together meandering aimlessly we will
ride, whistling tunes from the Saturday morning
pictures we saw at the cinema when we wer...
Sunday 25th April 2021 7:54 pm
So I am imagined -
as Angel González said -
inside your brain cells.
A circuit of fibres
that sees me standing
‘within’ your thinking:
inside you like some son
waiting to be born
and floating oblivious.
Warmed by your heart
perhaps lighting up
the deep sea fishing nets
which are the mind....
Saturday 6th March 2021 6:47 am
to my darkness,
my own darkness
from your fears,
to my own fears
to my nightmares
that held me close
like familiar friends.
(Michael Martinez 2021)
Tuesday 23rd February 2021 9:11 pm
sitting on some rusty purposeless wire
looking down the platforms
of Paddington’s Circle Line
the rain falling gently
and settling on the head of a sad man
who walks in circles on the platform
as if a bird looking for stale bread
almost like we do minute after bleeding minute
unless it’s shagging or building our nests
in some dying tree or leaf and moss filled gu...
Monday 28th December 2020 5:30 pm
I live with these fallen people
in this shaded land,
their conquests lost
within their broken dreams,
as I queue for bread and beer:
this world of fear and dust
entering my lungs
leaving me lost in time
looking at their stained hands.
Monday 23rd March 2020 9:07 pm
Mortal men stumbling
into unknown spaces
removing their bloodied coats,
with the dried mudded backs
from resting under the rain.
Spoken to in a foreign language
as they empty their pockets
and the torn sacks made of rope.
Letters from their homes,
empty wet leather wallets,
pictures of visited places
and small books of rules.
The emptied pockets turne...
Friday 8th November 2019 11:30 pm