Dónall Dempsey Poems

I floated
to the ceiling

& stuck there
...

“Zdravey...Smurt! ”
(“Hello...Death! ”)

“Can I still fly? ”
...

At the sound of my voice
your nipples perk up.

'We're here...we're here! '
...

Incense
& music

candle light
...

My soul
disguised as a shadow

drifted back
...

“Here! ”
she says aloud

to her
...

Time bound
herein

scored upon
...

Late: no time
to shave

in a rush - brush
...

Amsterdam wears
its Autumn

sunshine
...

He sniggered
at the brutal murder.

Could see it coming.
...