Donal Mahoney Poems

Between her legs
the doctor found a goatee

gray as city pigeons
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I've been too busy
the last two years to chat
with anyone in the office.
Today, however, I pause
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There's a football field between us.
I'm in one of the end zones bellowing
and you're in the other one bawling,
the cliffs of your cheekbones
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From the Dead Sea
of a bad marriage
a phoenix rises-
children who somehow
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You take care now, Harold,
and don't slip on the ice
looking for a good bookstore
on the streets of Chicago.
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There are fewer believers now
than at any time in recent history
but they are still recruiting since
lions no longer wait for them
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Lightning bolts in childhood
can scar the soul forever.
They're a satanic baptism
when the minister's your father,
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One kind of pigeon,
one kind of snake,
as far as I know,
puff up, inflate.
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When Normal Norman takes his seat
in Room 220 in Dumbach Hall
to hear the eminent Dr. Engelhardt
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Mrs. Ryan keeps her cat inside at night
but lets it out at dawn to go anywhere it likes
while she's at work. Every day the cat
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