Saying nothing unwitting, par for the course
Timing out relevant dossiers, opening doors.
Rivers of plastic in a chokehold of sorts
Making lives easier in a myriad of procedures.
Praying against envelopes, financial surprises
Suicidal aspirations go where none before
Breathing in crucifixes on one glorious fluke
Eating dinner over gold, nicely squared.
Residuals pay for scum, expediated
The sweet and unnecessary bow themselves down
Fiery misgivings show and never tell
Pressurised to keep the level sweet.
Watching over timely dusk, blasting dry
The flinching at the bar for repeat offenders
Eating through sandwiches not one’s own
Fingers on pies not your associate.
The celebrating din shows some mercy
Soothing through action on a diurnal shot
At a sole remove, age tempering badness
Nicely squared with bells on, automatic.
This frippery too shall pass, guarding homilies
Saviour from themselves a parting shot
Pyrrhic failures wash our loved one’s minds
Homely situations pass on your brains.
Patricia Walsh was born and raised in the parish of Mourneabbey, Co Cork, Ireland. To date, she has published one novel, titled The Quest for Lost Eire, in 2014, and has published one collection of poetry, titled Continuity Errors, with Lapwing Publications in 2010. She has since been published in a variety of print and online journals. These include: The Lake; Seventh Quarry Press; Marble Journal; New Binary Press; Stanzas; Crossways; Ygdrasil; Seventh Quarry; The Fractured Nuance; Revival Magazine; Ink Sweat and Tears; Drunk Monkeys; Hesterglock Press; Linnet’s Wing, Narrator International, The Galway Review; Poethead and The Evening Echo.