John Dempsey Poems

Near fatal car crashes,
natural disasters that leave you clinging
to some ravaged palm tree
staring at all the
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A thousand lines
written in a hotel room only to be crossed out
in stirrups
with the legs spread and the feel of
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The beautiful woman in her room, she hears him,
coming up the stairs, the slow,
hesitant steps, everything trailing behind him, coattails and all the stuff
of his insides
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there are certain moments,
undeniably great moments, perhaps the best
that time has in store for you, the wind screaming through an open
car window,
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I remembered thinking how it was like wrapping fruit trees so that they’d survive the winter,
which made me giggle
and she’d ask what was so funny while I hovered over her.
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When I got on the E, uptown, W4th, I saw a crowd
on both ends of the car, but the middle was empty I’ve
always disliked crowds and so john in the middle it was I
made my way past the straphangers, pole jockeys and semen fiends that can be found on most any subway
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Call someone something for
long enough and
they’re bound
to live up to it no matter
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