the cadaver angel
The saviour cannot save himself. Numerous calls
Fall apart at one end, soulfully dismissed.
Low fat barking punctuates the coffee break
Well-meaning quips hurt where avoided.
Meaning can hinge on a single word. Grasp the nettle
Eating through time is a given exercise.
Repeated through phone numbers turn to advantage
Declaring misdemeanour a final escapade.
Kissing where fault is lying, trust no-one
Beloveds split on decorum, a hearty spite
Still weaving hands with a truce-type love
Never respected in the morning, a cliquish mess.
Taking up blame and the slack. Niceness
Cuts its own swathe, burying love alive
Unforgiven, never meaning to see again
The paltry apologies dealt profusely.
The blemished skin, the apportioned blame
Intrusiveness dealt with severely, on the dot
The reliable medication forecloses drinking
Excess of same of your tour de force.
Got everything you wanted, nicely packaged,
Kissing to be supreme, however slackened,
Happy in the knowledge there is always a victory
In store for your ilk, a joyous ridicule.
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.
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