Donal Mahoney Poems

Sixty years ago,
the two of us rode tricycles
up a little hill
behind our school.
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Wilbur's always lived
in the navel of society,
lost in the lint
of the middle class.
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The older I get the more I realize
the importance of getting things done
before your mother announces another
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You'll never see him again, you say,
but what if he brings to your room
a midnight poem he says
he's written for you.
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We all know the story but who'll believe it?
Big Bang creates something from nothing
but who struck the match is a mystery.
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When the next emperor dies
and arrives in Hades
there will be great applause
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Tomorrow morning when I wake
it'll be the nurse who's crazy.
I'll heave my body up
on its elbows and yell
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A drunk on the subway
tells another drunk something
a bartender told him.
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They never held hands
when they were a couple
young and newly married
as much in love as they were
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Where did it go?
I really don't know.
I lost it weeks ago
in the middle of the night.
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