Compiled a chapbook of some of my older poems last night. It’s called “Rotten Man’s Throne”. You’ll find the link below!
https://amazon.com/dp/B08541HSXH/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_awdb_t1_x_tSuvEb3PJX0EX…
Tag: tyspoem
“Dead, Buried”
Tyler R. Martin
When I am to be buried
And I’m placed into the ground,
With my beloved beside me
Let her not make a sound-
Let her dry eyes
Not display her feeling-
And let not her loneliness
Impair her healing…
And please, babe
Bury me with smokes
And bourbon-
To get me through
Whatever plane awaits
Without the feel of you
“Syllabic Descent into Madness”
Tyler R. Martin
241)
My landlord knocked this morning,
I answered hung over and shirtless
Having forgotten
My girlfriend drew
Swastikas
On my
Chest.
“Too Drunk Haiku, one A.M”
Tyler R. Martin
My darkness could fail
Your macabre little testing
And reveal madness
“To Burn Words”
Tyler R. Martin
The cool thing about paper is that it burns,
It’s amusing to watch it fade and dissolve
In the crisp crackle of the flame.
Words, however, do not burn,
There’s nothing to char, nothing to
Dissolve in the air.
There’s really not much to them,
No physical matter, anyway,
Yet they linger, like ghosts,
Remaining angered in the ether.
Paper burns,
The words on paper burn.
All evidence of their
Existence floats innocently in the heavens
And no harm had been done.
But words, once spoke
Remain nonflammable
And best you can expect is forgiveness
And the ability to cope
With a dour relationship.
“Syllabic Descent into Madness”
Tyler R. Martin
45)
Deeply metaphorical,
The way those worms surface
When it rains, only
To squirm, drown and
Suffer while
Thirsty
Still…
“Syllabic Descent into Madness”
Tyler R. Martin
36)
All great artists kill themselves
Because an artist knows,
And can take joy in,
Dying each day
Without a
Point at
All.
“3 haikus”
Tyler R. Martin
Just before daybreak
In a lovely little town
A comet crashed down
A fiery blaze,
Cataclysmic inferno,
A blaze and a glow
Now all is ashes,
A black silhouette forest,
Everyone’s perished
“A Look on the Bright Side”
Tyler R. Martin
Empty atoms, in empty atmosphere
Compose dark clouds over head.
Empty coffee mugs catch rain drops from above,
Clouds empty out like bitter hearts now void love.
There is emptiness in every single soul,
Empty actions, empty goals.
There is emptiness in the illusion of control,
Empty husks in hollowed holes.
Empty waves of skyborne static strike
Motionless, trembling Maple trees below,
Empty fires billow upward, smoke and burn,
As hollow husks blacken smolder and churn.
Empty friendships and empty lover’s words,
Seas of fractured empty hearts.
Empty holy books and porous works of art,
Empty efforts, failing starts.
“A Haze of Green”
Tyler R. Martin
As far as I recall,
It was a haze of green,
On cold North Country nights
So boozy and mean.
With stripes on their chest
And the worst God complex:
The serious sergeants who
Sputtered sobriety
By whom the simple were impressed.
The barroom battlefields off base,
All cater to us,
With eyes on our pockets,
In U.S Army they trust..
Braving scotch snipers, bourbon rockets,
We feel as though we must,
It’s where we gamble for glory,
And are all hitting bust…
Forged in formation,
The apathy of me,
The Army blind to its members
And sad soldiers too shitfaced to see.
Train six stressed months
For a mentally draining
Menial task,
Sweeping floors and self inflicting lumps
But that perpetual horror is all in the past.
As I can recall,
In a haze of green,
On cold North Country nights,
So boozy and mean.
bourbon, cigarettes and syllables 