Poems by George Martin

The greatest embrace

a poem by George Martin

The steam of shit in a forest at dawn
mound of mud for a dog long gone
I shall fall in love tonight
I shall tempt the greatest embrace

Maggots whirl and sing to my skin
worms cavort and make love to my shins
as I fall in the dewy grass
my face in my own creation
god, how the journeyful sleep
starts off
so stinkily.

One Last Thing

a poem by George Martin

The stars droop wishless in the windowed sky
laughter and cheap perfume wrapping from the other room
the ceilings, walls, concrete, windows, oh the windows are many
these conversations…

Death is my only friend
well dressed and spoken
in whispers belonging to a respectful voice
when I leave.

I am a glass of soda
and that is all
with a sacharrine self stigmata as my only thing nomenclatured hope

reincarnated as a diabetic.