Rather Curious Infatuation Poem by Dónall Dempsey

When I was 7
I fell in love

with the Chrysler Building.

It was 7th Heaven.

To me it wasn’t a building
but a poem in the shape of a building

or a piece of music played out in
shapes and bricks

or a beautiful run down the wing
in the shape of Georgie Best.

It was a collective...eclectic
...aesthetic...feeling.

I just loved the way
that it did what it had to do

and strove to go beyond itself
and dragged me with it.

Ok, so this wasn’t a building but...

a little bit of magic

materialised in brick and stone

(that wasn’t fooling no one)

I could see right through it

and see it

for what it was.