Fearless Praying
Given fearless
praying, inveigling damnation
The waylaid youth,
shot at the prime
Photographic
incidence an illiterate design
Careful to cheating
karma, mediocre to a point
Rocking spirits out
of a dying breed.
Another evolution on
a singular bone,
Divested of these
formal theatre perhaps
The toxic sobriety
grants the token home,
Upwards accommodation
in irony decreased
Splurging on a
sleeping beauty, granted.
Looked at, for sex,
pitching rank stupidity
Searching for the
domicile god-sent
Grasping the times,
killing a lot of people
Opportune remorse, a
divorce settles matters
Gone with the
wind-up, falling on swords.
Decisions over
spirits, heavy ghosts abide
Watering the plughole
on a sundry playlist
The defunct costume
was bought on a prayer.
The best is to trust
God, dissuaded on the simple
Mirror image of a
stuck coffee overloading
Some fearless
disorder carries it's bag,
Eating on the main,
the cold unwanted deceits
Throwing out the
crabby demeanour, unloved.
Acquired Tattoo
Glad you're not here,
an advertised failure
Chattels burned
indiscriminately, followed through
The hospitalised
source of all that is good,
Walking exhibition on
a road to perdition.
Finding a niche,
evaporating a cold story,
Youthful arrogance a
seat in its prime
The etching is real,
through the soft prism
Kicking-out time a
release from insanity.
The disturbed footage
fetched from time
Coming closer and
held, watched from nearby
Dissenting birthdays
honoured by the nod
Free lunches sleeping
with the just, perhaps.
Profiteering on a
cute design, as advertised
Painted in the dark
so you don't get lost
The bespoke
recriminations over the bottom
Pegs in holes
immeasurating, knowing the outcome.
The bockety treasure
cordoned off, over time
The dry cold fixating
on the adventurous burn
Easy life lived
through the comfort zone
Death has lived,
nowhere in the middle.
The uncommon catchcry
deflates millions
More sense than some,
badness to a flame,
Stealing home, as now
as if, wholly irrelevant
Psychotic dance moves
flounder in unison.
Trip Switch
Not much like
bravado, the universe stalled
Happened on preferred
energy a shortfall
The under complicated
mess brushed off completely
The firehearted red
beckons on cued ridicule
The afterthought
birthday weeps a populous askance.
Needed like a hole in
the head, or the biggest fan,
Christ-like arrival
catechesis on a true folly,
Fearing the general
ides for a good and proper reason
Shrinking in company
is a reward for presence.
Publicated to demise,
on a starter's salary,
Rubbished to the
vainglorious, a good free and,
Connected to a fault,
the attentive annoyance
Wishing for the
simpler cloths of heaven, I see
Fitting obsolete
purposes like a discarded wrapper.
The parallel
omniverse stalls on its chances
Wasted over
decisively, watched out and quickly
The complicated
birthstone solving the whim
Cleaned out of
dependency in a hallowed art.
Out of action too
soon, the brash and dutiful,
What cannot be named
axed the initial shock
Points to uphold what
can't be released
Something for
something not least a contraceptive
The disembodied radio
hums its premature farewell.
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 across Ireland, The UK,
USA, and Canada. She has also published another novel, In The Days of
Ford Cortina, in August 2021.
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