' ' ' ' My 19th Nervous Breakdown Poem by Dónall Dempsey

' ' ' ' My 19th Nervous Breakdown

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The bus stops
outside a shop

most inappropriately named
THE BEAUTY SPOT

(which it is - not) .

I gaze at it for
quarter of an hour or more

bored
(oh so bored)

as we go
nowhere...fast.

There is no Present or no
Future any more

- just the Past.

And then when
the traffic slowly un-
-snarls

(I manically smiling)

& we finally move
all of 50 feet or more

only to come
to a stand still

outside a betting shop
grinding to a furious halt at

FIRST PAST THE POST
for another 20 minutes more

I am suddenly 7 to 1 favourite
to go stark raving mad.

All the stops seem
to mock

my extreme lateness.

Ahhh....good...Goodmayes &
St. George's Hospital have just arrived

where I get off
& walk

(fast as I can)

rather than be
admitted for my

19th Nervous
Breakdown.

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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