Guns and Ammunition
by Patricia Walsh
It was brilliant, covering a latent sin
That steady burning lasting the distance
Carefully eating away at your psyche
Visibly shaking for a proper assuage.
Sitting down with coffee is a done thing
Equalising problems with an occasional sip
Bleeding through caffiene and a level head
A gallery of dissent covers our mistakes.
Sleeping over time, engulfing the phone.
Betraying indolence in a savage voice.
Like Dostoyevsky, never correcting his work
Fools for sleep, stern warnings abide.
Circulating around streets, a dusky song
Never revealing the nature of my words
Lock and key dynamics is a close dynamic
Calling on microbeads to resucitate.
Cosy as it is, it is not the destinction
Hoped for, nor anticipated rightly.
Safely home through a myriad of legalities
Prison through entitlement a just cause.
Fear, for what’s in it, never abates,
Hitting through satiety, a merry-go-round,
Oppressing family through righteous fire
Planning detention in a familial gaze.