Dónall Dempsey Poems

An old broken doll
remembers her first Christmas
many children ago.
...

You just
sit there

Queen of
...

Another birthday comes
& pushes me even further

over the hill
...

She, cautiously:
examined every inch

of my heartline
...

Your red blouse
with the yellow triangular buttons

takes your shape
...

Empty field except
clouds grazing at its centre
somewhere far off...sheep.
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PEEL ME A GRAPE!

Two grapes left on plate
look like lost nipples looking
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A coachman
fined

for whipping
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We dance around
our little flat

Glen Miller's
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