Dónall Dempsey Poems

Manuel Smith was smitten. He had bitten off more than he could chew. He was at once sea and love-sick. The ground fell from under him and he groaned and grasped for the nearest support.

This was not a night for man or boat.
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I have known
only beautiful men

until...you.
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Frightening Fear

un-saddening the Sadness
& its silences
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He took the hardest brush
(she had forgotten to soak it in turps)

ran it along
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Succulent chicken
roasting on the barbeque
is turned as we turn
and tan ourselves golden brown.
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Vera Czermck
crazy Czech housewife

distraught
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Pigeon poos
upon my poem

lying on the grass
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The torn fingernail
screams.

She carries
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I let the dead
borrow my eyes

so that they can see
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First you rush
wildly ever more wildy up

until with a fierce frenzy
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