Graphic Novel Poem by Dónall Dempsey

I feel like
I am a comic book

my life unfolding
drawing by drawing

at first in colour
(then only in black & white)

waiting for what
the next panel
will unfold

or the turning of the...
...page!

“What will the artist think
- next? ”

a speech bubble
thinks for me
beside my head.

I feel like
I am Osiris

& have been
(by my brother Seth)

cut up
& my bits

scattered all
over Egypt.

“Whatever next? ”
a speech bubble bubbles up
next to my throbbing temple

a towering obelisk
of a migraine.
You gather me
with your love

bring me
to my self again

anoint me
with your caresses

join my lips
to your lips

in a holy
kiss

until I am
whole

until I am
the glory of
Osirus

You...my Isis!

But wait
hasn’t a fish

eaten my d**k

(hard to swallow…that)

& you
can’t get it back!

Can’t the artist
ditch that bit
...surely?

I wish he wouldn’t
follow the story

...so closely!

So much
for being

legend!

But all
is not
lost!

You have thought of
everything!

You click on:
f” on

your new
Soho vibrator

“built
(so it says)
“ to fit the natural contours
of a lady! ”

And then

a little panel saying

CONTINUED NEXT WEEK...

Damn! I wish I
Could find out

Who’s drawing my life!