Dónall Dempsey Poems

Overpowered
with kisses

overwhelmed
...

Donall of the Dempseys does what the words tell him. They hold him hostage in a page yet to be written. They demand that a million poems be left in a hollow tree in Central Park. So far he has only got 2065 and was to go to New York at Christmas…so maybe…perhaps. Perhaps not.

The words say no harm will come to him if all their demands are met by High Noon in Casblanca. The words(we are desperate people) have cut off a piece of his mind which they have given to the police to show they are serious. Time it would appear is running out on him.
...

Somewhere
in the back of beyond

we walk down
...

Your death
lay hidden

waiting for me
...

'Needles & pins...needles & pins! '

'When a woman marries...her troubles begin! '
...

She laughs as the shark
stops: just short of her head.
Then...both of them: grin!
Camera clicks & we finish
...

Her eyes prowled
across the crowded room

her interest pouncing
...

BUT YOUR LOVE CHANGES ALL THAT

Am no oil painting
just the flesh & blood you see
...

LIKE WOW...NOW?

Dress pulled over head
knickers kicked across the floor
...

'Oh bloody Hell! '

'There will be murder! '
...