' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' One More For The Road(For Onelia) Poem by Dónall Dempsey

He looked at me
with all his eyes

intensely motionless
for the moment

as if he were sizeing me up
standing in spilt beer

as I recited Issa
to him.

He didn't seem
too impressed

standing there
beside the corpse

of a twisted
burnt out match

a viciously stubbed out
lipsticked cigarette.

'You talking to me...
...you talking to me? '

he seemed to say
in his best De Niro.

He rubbed his face
with his front feet

then without
bothering to wait

for a reply

the fly

...buzzed off.