Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Anthem for the Age / The Peahen / Ice Cream Honeymoon

Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri. Nominated for Best of the Net and Pushcart prizes, he has had poetry and fiction published in various publications in North America, Europe, Asia and Africa. Some of his earliest work can be found at

Anthem for the Age

Two evenings a week
he goes to Melissa’s,
to talk and to fuck.

They talk first,
they fuck later.
Summer, fall,

winter, spring,
nothing distracts them.
They are to each other now

what they were at the start:
someone to talk to,
someone to fuck.

The Peahen

         A dream wrought by curry

Somewhere in Mumbai
great fans whir against the ceiling

as the old madam reigns
from her rocker and has

the girls come out, one by one,
picks this girl for her own

won’t let me pick mine
from those she has parading.

Ice Cream Honeymoon

On a sunny day
in Harvard Yard
blonde from Norway weds
son of chieftain 
from Rwanda after 
both receive degrees 
with high honors.

They drive off
in a silver Porsche
touring America
on their honeymoon
until they're stopped
in a small town.
A taillight's out.  

The officer says 
"You're the first 
salt and pepper  
I've ever ticketed"
and the bride says
"Sir, we're your first 
hot fudge sundae."

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