The window crunches to its final destination
Not opened, in disuse, guarding the unholy
Indiscriminate foliage wafts down below
Signature coffee wipes the patio clean
Secondary problems not a cause to bitch.
A history written by losers stands erect
Breaking volumes a favour unheard.
A hook being cheap, time travel, slightest and lost
True leaders cost nothing to stay in shape
Apposite lesson comes when the teachers appear.
Online gaming feeding procrastination
The wide-angle screen encumbers the fantasy
An irrelevant dialect nicely folds the blanket
Being spoken for spite, by an enemy citizen
Detecting lies from an unknown caller
Saving death through song and a little alcohol.
Remembering bygones from dismembered memory
Excavating memories to sicken the party
Stalling to refresh, poisoning the aura
Focusing on retribution s sure slow burn.
Walk away and count your blessings, end of.
Bloodied apologies declared on the quiet
Reinstating camaraderie for future reference
Regaling thoughts of suicide, speaking out of turn.
About Patricia Walsh:
Patricia Walsh was born and raised in the parish of Mourneabbey, Co Cork, Ireland. She has previously published a range of poetry in publications across Ireland, the UK, and the US, and one collection of poetry, Continuity Errors, with Lapwing, and two novels, The Quest For Lost Éire, and In The Days of Ford Cortina, in 2013 and 2021 respectively. She lives in Cork City. A further novel, Hell for Beginners, is scheduled for release in 2024.
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