Patricia Walsh‘s poem: Mostly Advertisements

What makes someone a liar, you know,

Shuttering to the extreme in another way,

Universal laws of behaviour, a tight perchance

Modestly false through foot falling as seemed,

Defaulting gender to go where never before.

Better ruled by women than most,

The functioning canopy drives up the rain,

Laughed off the stage,put paid to the acting

Divorced from the colourfield for ever,

Grow up crying, and die disappointed.

Cracked up in genes, the sole heirs of the dance

The fitting perfume augurs somewhat trite

Icy feet dampened on a dark thoroughfare,

Eloping to saner environments, gone well,

Numbing on its purpose, seething through.

Balancing advertisements, and porn, shocking the system,

This publication going nowhere fast forever,

As much right as any other, to sleep through unattended,

Stealing others spouses, for I’ll or maybe good,

True happiness is supreme, so up the ante,

Watched while having fun, gambling the market

The befitting form, a possessive exercise,

No gracious type can save you now,

Thrown out of form into cauldron of fame.

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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