Like Nothing Poem by Dónall Dempsey

I walk down
the street

put back together
as if by a child

unsure of how
it all goes

the what & where

each foot
on the wrong feet

an arm & a leg
not where an arm & a leg
would normally be.

The digestive tract
hanging out of my head.

“Hey! Shit for brains! ”
(someone accosts me
from very far off)
“Watch where you’re going! ”

My brains
hanging out of my bum

an eyeball
pinned tactlessly to each hand

My lungs
stuck badly on

to the front of my chest
looking like big pink breast
enlargements.

there appears
to be

no room for my heart
so it is simply left out.

Someone
asks
(just out of interest like)

“How does it feel
to be paralysed? ”

My eyes
cry in the palms
of my hands

wetting my fingernails

& talking out of my arse
(amn’t I always)

I hear a voice
(not my own)

a crudely stuck on one
reply:

“Shit...it feels like...shit! ”

I smile
a broken smile

half stuck on & half falling off.

“Well, actually
it feels like nothing

...nothing!

as if you’ve become
nothing! ”