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Donall Dempsey
Poems
Dec 2020
"CRAWLING INTO THE SPACE BETWEEN THE NOTES"
"CRAWLING INTO THE SPACE BETWEEN THE NOTES"
He surfed
and suffered
all the channels
forward then backward
choice after choice of
no choice.
All channels appeared
infected with canned laughter
as if the dead
were laughing.
The TV glared at him:
"Don't you dare...turn me off!"
He dared.
Switched if off as if
he were switching himself off.
When he did so
next door...did so!
To test the coincidence
switched on again
and next door also did so
as if in synch and serendipity.
Maybe he was turning on and off
the whole hotel.
Or other people's lives
who could tell?
He, the turner-on-and-off
of worlds.
Felt as if he could
zap the rain
un-rain the rain
then let it loose again.
Or making the hooting owl
un-hoot.
He was afraid to do it once
again to see
it was so
better not to know!
Felt the remote.
Felt remote.
Silence reigned.
As if sound had been stolen
from the world and
been replaced not with silence
but with non-sound.
Even silence would have been
a sound
compared to this
non-sound.
He watched the dance
of the lazy lace curtain
as if the window were
breathing
in and out and in and
out.
Or it were
a ghost
doing a Hawaiian
hula dance
as if his entire self
had been replaced
molecule by molecule
with loneliness
nothing but loneliness
a man made entirely of
loneliness.
Only then could he begin
to cry.
Somewhere in a can
the dead were laughing.
*
“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.”
― Maya Angelou
Written by
Donall Dempsey
Guildford
(Guildford)
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