Treasure Island

Dónall Dempsey

(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Mistaken Identity


Mistaking me
for myself

I apologised
...stammering:

'I'm sorry...
I thought yo
were

someone
I
knew.

Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2007
Edited: Saturday, February 26, 2011
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  • Dee Dee Wright (1/2/2008 8:06:00 AM)

    Funny quirky little thing...that tickles the sensibilites and then leaves as sharpish as it came. nice little game of a poem if I am not mistaken...but then I'm no more me than you are you too...but a series of becomings that always make a new me just in time'to present a face to meet the faces that I meet' and is then abandoned for the next new me etc., etc. etc.

    love Dee Dee (Report) Reply

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