Dónall Dempsey Poems

Young nuns
frolic in the sea

Holy & jolly
...

all that remains
her cigarette smoke
crawling lazily to the ceiling
...

She was one cool chick.
Dressed -  très chic.

She curved in all the right
...

I explain
the difference

(“Children, are you listening! ”)
...

You threw
open the shutters

& the sunlight
...

Alone
we dance

beside an endless ocean
...

An orange
door hinge

rusting on
...

I wait for your call.

The unwatched kettle boils
itself dry
...

Head back
(reclining)

I fall asleep
...

A bead if sweat
trickled down my neck

slipped between
...