Dónall Dempsey Poems

I would haunt
the Yeatss'

hunger for the nearness
...

The spam
announces

FOOT FUNGUS CURE.
...

The cancer
devours

her dreams
...

She takes off
all her clothes

just for
...

Female.

I line them up
line after line
...

A mountain of spectacles
as if a swarm of dangerous insects

staring back
...

Panties
delicate as piece

of frozen light
...

Bee
crash lands on pond

paddles around
...

Her state of the art
tee-shirt proclaiming WEAPONS
OF MASS DISTRACTION.
Couldn't be prosecuted
...

NOLLAIG SHONA!

“Ho! Ho! Ho! ”
“Ha! Ha...agggh! ”
...