Not remembering the tawdry situations at will
One step back to heaven a choice mistake
Seated at the window at a going rate, yes
Following the advertised crash like the holy.

Layer by layer scan the opportune buildings
The sore eyes burning what is still bereft
Singular graffiti on the background muzak
The damned soul of the party packaged itself to hell.

Everything being glorious, ample tears swallowed
The absent God rummages through the shower
The roving heart quick to dissuade any massacre
The local dead joke is perennially funny, at will.

Relationships looking bad, strange type of humour
Sorrow running around in a haphazard daze
No wish to adopt, slandered enough as childless
Stamped before time the smug disposition.

Needing hardy friends, could do with one now
Everything distributed by personal post
Catering to the walk-ups on dint of convenience
Standing in place of the journey, in performance.

The jibes by request, conversations in the foyer
Fearing the flavoured piecemeal employment
Evicting hatred, not hard to realise a sport
Punctuated misgivings branding a proper date.

Patricia Walsh was born and raised in the parish of Mourneabbey, Co Cork, Ireland. She has published one novel, The Quest for Lost Eire (2014), and one collection of poetry, Continuity Errors, (Lapwing Publications, 2010). She is published in several print and online journals across Ireland, The UK, USA, and Canada.