Doral Deepset


All One - Poem by Doral Deepset

This one
drunk as a skunk.

This one
piss on his pants... embarrassed.

This one a Papist.
This one a Prod.

This one
an unmitigated bigot.

This one
a right racist.

This one
madly in love.

This one
lonely.

This one
puking in the loo.

This one
on the pull.

This one
buying cherry flavoured condoms.

This one
with the birth mark
splashed across half his face.

This one
yawning.

This one
with the shy smile.

This one
ordering a Horse’s neck.

“Make it quick! ”

Gulps.

Finishes it in one.
Orders another.

This one
going to the loo to escape
the next round.


No one paying
much mind


to the goals scored in silence
on the turned down telly


another dimension
a world away


background to their ordinary day.


People as noise
human white static.

Laughter exploding
here & there

in clusters.

The new barmaid looking flustered.


It is 2.30 by the clock on the wall.
It’s been 2.30 for hours.


No one’s noticed
the stopped clock.




All one now
as the bomb


...goes off.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 11, 2008


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