Treasure Island

Dónall Dempsey

(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' HEAVEN IS A PLACE


After the break up
she breaks down.

The telephone is mute
& deaf to all her entreaties.

“Oh God...is this
really me? ”

She pleads to a power
higher than her.

“Oh God...is this
really me? ”

echo THE BLOW MONKEYS
on the radio.

God sits at
the Formica-topped table.

She stares at him in
disbelief.

He smiles
...divinely.

“I hear your prayers
(couldn’t but..!) ”

he explained tenderly
as if to a little child.

She almost cried.

“And here
I am! ”

he grinned in
a hey presto

tone of voice.

She looked at him
as if he were a magic trick

that she just
couldn’t figure out.

She closed
her open mouth.

She automatically
made coffee.

Its smell was
heavenly.

“You make a damn
(each word a caress)
good cup of coffee! ”

He grinned adorably
as he slurped.

His smile
a little miracle.

His laugher
a prayer.

She ran a distracted hand
through dishevelled hair.

“Now listen here...”

She almost whispered:
“Yes Lord...!

Feeling... moist.

“You’re not all bad but
you want to have
your cake and
eat it too

along with everyone else’s
slice! ”


She nodded
like she was

hearing the original
Sermon on the Mount.

“So emotionally
they’re starving

and you...you are
getting morally overweight! ”

“Now after a while
even the most stupid

even the most besotted
by your evident charms

(she pulled her dressing gown
where it gaped open...tightly around her)

even they cop on
& leave to save

...themselves
or whatever they have left when you are finished with them! ”

“Now if you were to think
of someone other than you

& remove your lovely head
(here she blushed)

where it resides up
your derrière

& perhaps
...use it? ”

“Then...who knows? ”

“You have after all...free will! ”

“Listen...Heaven
can’t wait...gotta fly! ”

“Remember what I s...”

And he was gone
in a thick theatrical

puff of
smoke.

“Bit kitschy...”
she thought bitchily.

And hey
by God

she was over
that stupid shit

that dared to
leave her.

Only now
she’s got the hots

she’s head
over heels

in love with
dear God

...God.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 01, 2010
Edited: Tuesday, June 01, 2010

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