Dónall Dempsey Poems

Out of our skull
on Rum & Red Bull

we play football
...

I don't
(normally)
do this
...

I was just
a boy

reared by a pack
...

Dad diving for catch
shouting: 'Got it...I got it! '
Crashes into pond.
Ball clutched tightly in his hand.
...

NOW YOU SEE IT...NOW YOU DON’T!

Two men clutching at
nothing until the cyclist
...

In the park
we surround our pond

as if the numbers
...

WE AND OUR SHADOWS

Lavender shadows
just as real as real thing
...

The page looked at me
blankly.

The words gathered
...

He true her
on the bad

graping her boountyfull
...