John Dempsey

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Near fatal car crashes,
natural disasters that leave you clinging
to some ravaged palm tree
staring at all the
...

A thousand lines
written in a hotel room only to be crossed out
in stirrups
with the legs spread and the feel of
...

The beautiful woman in her room, she hears him,
coming up the stairs, the slow,
hesitant steps, everything trailing behind him, coattails and all the stuff
of his insides
...

there are certain moments,
undeniably great moments, perhaps the best
that time has in store for you, the wind screaming through an open
car window,
...

I remembered thinking how it was like wrapping fruit trees so that they’d survive the winter,
which made me giggle
and she’d ask what was so funny while I hovered over her.
...

When I got on the E, uptown, W4th, I saw a crowd
on both ends of the car, but the middle was empty I’ve
always disliked crowds and so john in the middle it was I
made my way past the straphangers, pole jockeys and semen fiends that can be found on most any subway
...

Call someone something for
long enough and
they’re bound
to live up to it no matter
...

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Maybe I’m Just Shallow

Near fatal car crashes,
natural disasters that leave you clinging
to some ravaged palm tree
staring at all the
floating
bodies below, escaping a burning building while your geriatric
neighbors
inhale smoke, cough and-
remembering first kisses,1950’s showgirls, the faces of grandchildren- tumble
onto the carpet (inflexible
Atropos) , waking up
from a 3-year coma- the wife
has run off with a vacuum cleaner
repair man, your children
staring at you like you’ve stepped out of ghost story- you see the light, reach for
one
Good Book
or another, pray silently, and there you are; reborn.

Me?
I check the calendar, call the bank, (and maybe I’m just shallow,
but when you’re broke
and collect vices like baseball cards…) I see that my paycheck has cleared,
the balance is no longer a negative number,
and I thank every god I can think of
like some confused
zealot.

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