Monday, August 1, 2022



Buried With My People


Animated, pirouetting on another grave,

obvious certainties collaborate on spec

a literate exit, closed on a myriad of lilies

slave to form, meaning never sacrosanct.


It’s a given, these trite platitudes

laughing once the deed is done, sipping the free

wanting to be remembered as a humorous sight

distributing pleasantries worn thin as always

solitary, once bereft, facing a mess of particulars.


Tweaking into some shape or form, niceties

covert truths demanded a singular audience

tears on the public eye, enough to comfort,

burning with open sleep, never getting over it.


Favourite songs declare themselves open,

standing on nearby graves almost a given

borrowed flowers on the grave, a good touch

names in-store a finality worth pursuing

falling into the hole suddenly understood.


Picking through associates, resurging from the slush,

beef and salmon meals airbrushes the decorum,

the animated church recollects all its darlings

under cover of one god, abandoned as he is. 


Inducing Vomiting


It is impossible to know the consummate way

obsolete lights pervade the entry level

this unusual mistake walks through apologies

classic shows funded by anonymous states

perfected food assuages the foreign country.


starting out on a literature well-worn safe

prohibitive postage dictates the purchase

foreign death from an easterly wind a given.


Whatever happens, you will always be loved

picking through fault aside, cutting this down

the summer stench through a perfect letter

rarity of form wholly passes through enmity

this easier life doesn’t wash well, probably.


Balcony or stalls, not given a hard choice,

highbrow insults taken on the quiet, forever

drowning on the banks, an existence for now

just going home, a disgraceful entity

poetic gems hunting through various tirades.


Repeatedly performing, selling out these venues

art being quite useless, hiking up the price,

dark lovers clamouring for some redemption

in house food wanting to be a genius,

lamped in front of others, this embarrassment returns.

A strange way of sweets, pennies a boon,

cola bottles a speciality, fizzed or unfizzed,


Lukewarm Coffee


Biding time, the unspeakable being the undrinkable

bleeding on the quays a favourite trait

testing and tasting too much, so what

local notices to announce some right affairs.


Going like a juggernaut on the new motorway

destination a poor reward for strenuous effort,

looking at the state of affairs draining off water

the puss of you picked through infinite boredom.


Right bus, wrong direction.  Sidling through traffic

the diesel slave scales through mediocrity

flushes of brilliance over an announced terminus

walking through sweatened brows a treat.


This jovial alcoholism, meeting the convenience

freaking out over affection, given the go-ahead

saccharine balls not even covering ground

coffee now cold enough to drink, albeit slowly.


Shunted for convenience, biros getting depleted,

holding on tile the sweet end, obsolescence gaining,

killing hard-wired facts, fake news aside

tactical diatribes hardening this little break.


Granite certainties, this architecture rising,

distributing numbers at a cost worth taking,

traditional time-serving, scribbling for dear life

the coffee remains a prize, making thing work.




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.  She has also published a novel, In The Days of Ford Cortina, in August 2021.

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