Dónall Dempsey Poems

Not many people
know that

Benjamin Franklin, he
...

A clock
...ticks.

A vase
...

The world
arranged itself... just so.

Summer breezed in
...

Her nails
like little scarlet flames

tapped in time
...

If you were
to witness this

Capri would be
...

Bonkers
about
conkers.
...

The openings of famous novels
follow me around

for days on end
...

“Brevity...”
she pouted

(all Dorothy Parkerish)
...

All morning
she trawls all over

the house
...