sometimes when the traffic weakens
you feel you could have the run of the city
in memorium. when there were
no capitalisations, only silent confetti
...
i carve you out
of already alive
and lavish landscapes; build silent,
lived horizons about you, still do.
...
as rain sloshed everything else,
you in my gut, again.
i try to think about outside,
...
spirited hounds
leave no stone unturned,
haunt fair game
in nature's realm.
...
Where water wets, memory pulls - age four
Or maybe five - The clanks excite still now
Unknown game - Symmetrical Blocks, of where
Mother and I, Windows of the van
...
those paintings, under the spell
of sparkling psychosis
led me through the passage of time
to this day, where, when i close my eyes,
...
red lights were snipers
and i was my grandfather
teaching his daughters
how, and what to shoot.
...
the darkness of the bar
is reassuring, it has me sit
neatly in it.
...
the hay is turned
in the fields as i sway
with the engine block,
turning over, at speed.
...
it's a smaller pill today;
dissolves on the tongue
if i let it,
makes me forgetful.
...
i would squint at red.
part it to shards,
plant one calcium seed and soon
we would have a fresh light,
...
muldoon on the mirrors
of the lift, the building falls
backwards by wisps of cumulonimbus.
...
i'm thinking of holly,
her unpublished dreams;
her death so silent that night,
...
the building opposite
stands naked.
steel needles of mesh,
rusted and fixed in
...
in a blur of florid psychosis
the kitchen was my galley
and i a captain with my two passengers
playing chess at the other end of the hull.
...
light thickens.
i know this because i watch it
from the edge of darkness;
...
there's a space
where our snowman stood,
a space which you could
fill right now, darlin'.
...
when it was less hectic, when it was
less wild; when it was bearable, when
it was almost normal i would rise
at six or seven or eight and wait
...
Marty is an independent Irish poet, born in Tyrone, now living and writing in Belfast. Marty has poems published widely in both online and print journals. He won the Matrix prize in 2017. Having published three chapbooks in 2021,2022 and 2024, and a pamphlet 2025, he is publishing poems that will inform his first full collection 'letters home'. Marty curates the poetry community 'button press' which publishes, analyses and holds public readings for emerging and established poets. Marty is a neurodivergent poet.)
'Sometimes'
sometimes when the traffic weakens
you feel you could have the run of the city
in memorium. when there were
no capitalisations, only silent confetti
and these light needles
back through these shut blinds
seam all the day mine.
safe in this little cell, out a way
from dark tourisms smaller and smaller ghosts.
sometimes a greater fear rips an emptiness
where everyone runs so petty.
with spears and one conch shell,
smashing ugly, pulsing lightbulbs
upon the streets like fish of jelly.