Nerves shredded in a beating car,
the announced event puts its red shoes on,
bringing up statuses to eventually abuse,
the stolen church buildings lie in ruins.
This doesn’t interest me at all. Amusing though,
the various appendages laughing out loud,
wading through destiny to a total annihilation
gutting advice remains at the door.
Good taste and food, free to take leftovers,
the classic burnt wine jealously cornered,
clean white hookers man the stalls again,
the best to combat boredom, in the neck.
The timely hurt, pegged where it matters,
acting on inclinations a second wrong,
galvanised to a height never before seen,
the lowered pizza wipes floors with care.
This fear of reproduction slams its own doors,
shockproof confessions murder another sin,
dissenting from printing, even with care,
carving on a tree all your attempts at permanence.
These simple highlights, a ram-road to marriage,
going hungry not an option in this town,
drinking too quickly, hooking up with the wrong,
running from beatings a nocturnal flip.
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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.
