Vomiting against the wind, hungover sacrosanct,
presenting itself through a badge of honour,
traipsing through the streets, a homely sight,
more surprises championed against growing up
sympathised through another disposition.
This goodly act, slighting for better entertainment,
what happens upstairs stays there, coffee aside,
working through swathes of imperfect manuscripts,
more worse then the other, never fathoming distance
infinite drafts slipping under scrutiny of same.
Close proximity, proposed even more attractive,
a steady kiss prolongs the desperate situation
being pawed for good measure, regretting at leisure
Hitting through secret apertures waiting for use
wanting what’s not on the table, a desire abdicated.
Watching from below, a closeted cry still heard
oscillating through indifference and agony,
monumental trademark as ubiquitous as the trees
lights not going out, under cover of alcohol,
solid flowers in lieu of half-arsed apologies.
No context for that smile, private jokes abiding,
grimacing from one’s own a fault worth permitting,
loved within measure still not enough,
infinite coffee, refills, riches worth pursuing
not uglified by persuasion, desired through want.
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. She has also published a novel, In The Days of Ford Cortina, in August 2021.
