John Dempsey Poems
|1.||I Wonder What She Called Me||2/5/2007|
|2.||Practice Makes Perfect||2/12/2007|
|5.||That’s It. Sure.||8/1/2007|
|6.||West 3rd Symmetry||3/27/2007|
|7.||Maybe I’m Just Shallow||4/5/2007|
|8.||A Thousand Lines||7/22/2007|
|9.||Out Of Practice, Out Of Tune, Out Of Love And Out Of Luck… The Musician||9/20/2007|
Comments about John Dempsey
Practice Makes Perfect
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
of the city.
“I got 2 bags of crack,
and I got a bottle,
and I got a pack a cigarettes! So what! ”
The reason the middle of the car was empty.
A white guy. He looked younger than 40. He was dressed nicely; you could tell that his clothes cost money, nothing off-the-rack, ...