by Patricia Walsh
Uninterested, somewhat somewhere else
Utterly insane, for want of a better phrase
Knowledgeable to a serious fault.
Still loving the past children unsupported,
Alcohol sweetening the task at hand
Not listening to the please for silence.
Not opening windows for fear they crack
Sucking, not licking, is standard procedure
Liked or not, is irrelevant to you.
Sleeping in cars is a cause celebrated
Holding appendages like jewels, as loved
Persistance, awake, as needed.
Grounds for social divorce, sailing away
With someone else a just punishment
State of emergency still not called off.
Asking for ridicule, inclusive of torment
Evaporated love a flicker of cold
Worthy tears not wasted on you.
Appreciated experience, a trial over with,
Not fit for purpose, climax permitting
A disappointed creature not worth daving.
Sunk under clay, returned unto dusk
Vigour reduced to nought, taking umbrage
To Christian interrogation of careless thoughts.
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.