Dónall Dempsey Poems

As I read
the sun squints

through the window
...

Goethe visits
Schiller

but Schiller
...

The air looked
startled by the thunder

lightning ripped
...

He wonders
what it would be like

if he could
...

Dead bee in her hand
lovely furry miracle.
'No buzz buzz! ' she weeps
enormous tears plop on bee
...

Soaking up the sun
is...hard work.

But determinedly
...

I like the way
your breasts rhyme

one with the other
...

Together we
created constellations

placed a star
...

I burn your
precious letters

(you know the ones)
...

Oh how you laugh
& talk

you voice
...