Make Up Artist Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Quick fresh
application of lipstick

that you forget
as you greet me

with a slow slow kiss

our lips
stuck together

glued to each other
by Femme Fatale Red

& when
we part

I too now wearing
the very same lipstick.

You tell me oh you
could fancy me

made up so
&...make me up even further.

I look like
a right tart.

You laugh.

A drunken geezer
hollers at us.

“Doin’ any business love? ”

I tell him to:
“F**k off! ”

We travel home
arm in arm.

I can’t wait
to have a bubble bath

& take
my make up off.