Dónall Dempsey Poems

The river flew into his shoulder.
a cloud perched on the top of his quiff
(blown about a bit by the day
becoming colder) .
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Our tongues
like little fishes
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It seemed the trees
grew snow
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You live on the edge of the map
just off of

you know the place
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A month ago I kissed a woman and we went to bed for a month....lost in the embrace of each other...unwilling to leave the sacred circumference of a cuddle. In this beloved space we wandered(in) and(out) of each other’s heads and shared the same heart.

One and one is...one.
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She names her
new baby girl

Keanu.
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Huddled against the cold
we cuddled politely
waiting on a 24 that wouldn’t come.
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A white cambric petticoat
lies splashed upon the bracken

a discarded panties
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The live fish twitched
shrugged its tail
and seemed to pale.
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Happy
the photograph

lies
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