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Donall Dempsey
Poems
Jun 16
A COUPS DE POURQUOI
A COUPS DE POURQUOI
Time waiting
like a lowly servant
coughing politely every
now and then
to remind them that
ahem...the world is...waiting
their *******
laughing
"So, let it...wait!"
the world tapping a toe
impatiently
eyes turned up to Heaven
Time
shrugging its shoulders
in a "what-can-I do" way
she laughs
at her and him
( it was always her and him )
puppets now
of the imagination
memory's home movie
Time's revenge
remembering how it had been
now how
the train hurtles
through a darkness
her reflection made of night
and cold glass
hung there
suspended
staring into her own
crying eyes
knowing it could
never last what
a fool she'd been
she scorned herself
she this
living
painting of the past
Reality
once again
getting the upper hand
Time and the World
put in their place
the expensive meal
uneaten on the plate
the ship leaving
the town behind
slowly so
reluctant
to do so
before distance
and the dark
take control
'til the town too
is nothing but a memory
hostage to the past
Jacques Brel's voice
lost inside her head
"...a coups de pourquoi..."
now, here,
somewhere
in mid-Atlantic
she finds herself
in the middle of nowhere
the middle of nowhere
exactly
where she
wanted to be
"oublier le temps
oublier le temps
oublier le temps."
Written by
Donall Dempsey
Guildford
(Guildford)
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