Dónall Dempsey Poems

Lena Gilbert Ford
yes she who wrote the words

to the immortal
...

The dolls
in the doll's house

sit perfectly
...

Pint taken.

We sip
at our conversation.
...

I wish that you were old and weathered
that wrinkles irrigated your face
that your hair was a halo of white
that your bones ached
...

In a 1000 years
from now

my ghost
...

She never did like
my singing in the shower.

'Dry up! '
...

We live
only in the instant.

Beyond the 24
...

'Cicada...cicada!
that wonderful sound
(wonderful sound)
cicada...cicada! '
...

Her last 3 blind dates
were not a success.

The Vampire was a pain in the neck.
...