Cheeky without reason, siphoning the necessary
Without fear of repayment, advantage taken.
Sifting through merchandise a fruitless effort
Staying alone through contacts a given.
Working ways through the difficult hours
Cheers and gallops punctuate the night
No way to be for a teenager like you
Saturated with derision, occupational hazard.
Abandoned by betters, hooking on the young
Fanfares and funfairs speedily ignite
Working alone a good cause of action
No choice otherwise, a plain of unbelonging.
The cigarette smirk, a prize for contraband
Moving up in the world by one coffin nail
Etching through nicotine on a summer’s day
Borrowing pleasure from a temporary fix.
The centrifugal wall of death makes light
Returning of pocket money never a given
Though you work at every given outlet
Looking enviously at school, I did not exist.
Coming out in the wash, blue mascara aside,
Cleaning noses at will, plugged to the night-switch
Invisible money not reappearing soon
Fool taken for a ride through the waltzers.
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.