Donal Mahoney Poems

A friend of buffett
a friend of gates
a billionaire in
silver and gold
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How many times have I said
I'm through teasing myself,
through pretending
I don't enjoy
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After reading too much Aquinas

Would an aphid reside in an onager's ear
if the onager's master spoke Twi?
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Bernie the Con Man swears
he's on the straight and narrow

but he scoots when he walks,
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Housing Project, Chicago

Where I am now
there are no leas, no
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Here in Chicago I sit
in the sun of an Indian Summer
high on the Water Tower waiting,
chapped hands in a visor
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As I've told my wife too many times,
the meaning of any poem hides
in the marriage of cadence and sound.
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Where will the lovely lady go
on her diurnal walk?
One child in 30 years she bore,
now they do not talk.
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They seem to be everywhere now,
women who walk like men.
With hair cropped in a paint brush,
bullets for eyes and knives for noses,
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I sit on the Water Tower waiting
chapped hands in a visor over my eyes
looking toward Durham
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