Dónall Dempsey Poems

Rain hits the lake
again & again.

One can almost hear
...

Delighted
you undo my tie

then use it to
...

Yesterday came
& left

your leaving
...

It’s grim up North
chilly on Adrian’s balls.

a rediscovered Roman rubbish
...

Seeing as I am
sleepy

she decides
...

I iron
our sheets

so painstakingly perfect
...

The lonely sax
of “Lilly Was Here”

dances us
...

My hand
tries to tell the paper
...

As usual
the world
is threaded through me
through television
...

(SECONDS BEFORE)

somewhere in 1970 or so
I remember your smile
...