Donal Mahoney Poems

Homeless man
in a Trayvon hoodie
under an old raincoat,
a gift today from
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This year Teddy phoned me
from who knows where
instead of one of our siblings.
This year I'm the honoree
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The lack of visitors is uterine
and that is why you porcupine
in this dark corner. Here
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You go to the doctor
at 21, no problems.
Maybe a flu shot.
That's it.
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The only difference between
Judy's father and mine
is my father didn't drink.
When we were tykes
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Earlier than ever this morning
I wait for copy to vacuum.
It must be free of error
and the deadline is near.
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The cup he took his tea from
all those years was Army surplus,
made of tin. It whirred
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On the white lily,
wings of the Monarch
open and close.
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My boss has a problem with God
or rather a problem with me
because I believe in God
and he doesn't.
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Would the death in Ferguson
have been as black and white
as many seem to think it is
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