Personal Death
Strangulated by form, at best a due
portrait
Marriage on an inkling never solved
matters
Coldly forth on an obvious reckoning
Closure of the poison on every
coffee break.
The intrusive reckoning slighted for
the better
Rotten to the point of the
inveigling return
Trying hard to be even civil again,
The distant love triumphant in a
public guise.
Walking through preferment,
dispensed over time
Running out of pleasantries except
associates
The entitled stare punishes its own
station
The heated mechanisms condescending
by phone.
Needing ministers on the back of
damnation
The cancerous barbs loving out of
measure
Depositing drinks to the holy
burning clique
Not being touched a rule not now
mistaken.
The weighted burn, the timetabled
sorrow
Failing a curved ball, not changing
anything
Bereft of salted anger, the
frustrated page
Parting of a whole rolling in the
abyss.
The fear of being stolen,
circumstances or otherwise
Waiting for redemption at another's
cost,
Apologies at least to recriminate,
mocked,
The long-running joke catching a
fire
Finally washed, a dissenting murmur
stalled
The imaginary glitch walking up to
speed
Watered-down progress darkened down
recently
The duplicated vocation helping
matters worse.
Historic insecurities fulfil their
common use
Selectively forgetting what the
deluge is about.
The timely gimcracks, a new fad
every year
Backspacing, pedalling to a salted
conclusion.
The overdue openings fulfil the
rotten times
Perfecting the sundry noise,
cheating circumstance,
Closing the entitled smirk, whatever
solid
Witnessing the argument,
aggrandising the position.
Laying the rot, the incredulous love
stories
Hitting construction where much is
intended
Forever asking what conclusion this
may be
Psychotic disappointment wears its
finger on you.
Do we renege? Do we sleep?
The confident thrust
Sleeping in this own perdition, gone
like the breeze
The damaged goods, coming back on
the spot
Breaking contracts like a castigated
promise.
Chocolate Soldier
Accumulated fanciness, consuming to
its weather
The outdoor re-cremation burn at will
The angry undone, not limited to
another survey
Waiting to be seated as an infinite
exercise
Stereotypical machines run their
last rites.
Wasting time on employment, taken
care of
Reneging in the sleep, dreaming
about loss
Juvenile association runs its other
course
Running empty on order, grieving
once more.
Outliving usefulness, caught in the
traffic
Running outside cliché to earn
disappointment
The archaeological cast of thousands
fulfil quiet
Situations parked eventually, given
the times
The antiquated cold runs deeply,
like the wind.
The opened shoes fall on their own
sword
The screech of the finish never far
away
Sanitised handfuls biting into
random
Caught into folds of an opportune
dissension.
The circuit broken, the devastation
diminished
The heartened milk fomenting some
comfort
The bitched concern walling up the
invaluable
One feeling the warmth of an
incarcerated bone,
Tales out of class enjoyed without
reparations.
Not cautious of course, measuring
these settings
Driving to some godly home, a year
surmising
Watching the dictionary keeping this
sweet
The improbable weather, apt to this
hunger
More camp, the better, dissolving on
itself,
Not even God knowing what you are up
to.
Timing the moment to a final
dissension
Abruptly disappearing a mission
supreme
Clicking through windows enjoyed
forever
A very rare flower not blooming
anymore
Declarations of hatred taken to
intro
Walking home in disgrace, gone to
speed.
Stealing phone calls, catching the
hard station
A solace in dolls making this
overlord
Disrobing in complex sight, a
sickened god,
Hardly distanced, politely, better
still
Stamping the mark like a rusty
diamond
Forgetting the overshot going to
seed.
Deserted, reduced to shivering
outside,
Great times running sour with the
best of them
Inexistent flaws run through
burdened times
Not shunting to exile another
callous time,
A joy in drinking outside the common
touch,
Spread thinly, the good times
protected.
Patricia Walsh was born in the parish of Mourneabbey, in north Co Cork,and educated at University College Cork, graduating with an MA in Archaeology. Her poetry has been published in Stony Thursday; Southword; Narrator International; Trouvaille Review; Strukturrus; Seventh Quarry; Vox Galvia; The Quarryman; Brickplight, The Literatus, and Otherwise Engaged. She has already published a chapbook, titled Continuity Errors in 2010, and a novel, The Quest for Lost Éire, in 2014. A second collection of poetry, titled Citizens Arrest, was published online by Libretto in 2020. A further collection of poetry, titled Outstanding Balance, is scheduled for publication in early 2021. She was the featured poet in the inaugural edition of Fishbowl Magazine, and is a regular attendee at the O Bheal poetry night in Cork city.
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