Cold Open Window
Those invincible jackets, saviour of the universe
Cracking salted jokes on the idle, aside
The circular references catching the burn
Spoiling one’s duty through a comatose breeze
Behaving strangely on ordinary time.
Embarrassed for a spell, reaping the hurricane
Feeling entitled for want of a better stance
Being honest at a cost, secrets gone explosive
The anaesthetic of television wherever seen
Watered, left to dry, too advanced for some.
Higher hair, closer to God. Wishing to be used
The bizarre record sleeves go forth infinitely
Closer to a saviour to pick up and go.
Seated outside to scrag the multitudes medicine
Sucking carbohydrates through a napkin dearly.
The convenient public, surveying more than necessary
Given ultimate shocks catching in full view,
Burning entitlement where most gone before
Lapping up design under a broken sign
Sleeping until Christmas a favourite pastime.
Drizzled into a cul-de-sac, turned around spite,
Working into cemeteries a typical forthcoming
Never giving up on beloveds, laughed at,
Seated and entertained like always before
The glorious hypocrisy of staying sane.
©2021 Patricia Walsh All rights reserved.
Patricia Walsh was born in the parish of Mourneabbey, in north Co Cork,and educated at University College Cork, graduating with an MA in Archaeology in 2000. Her poetry has been published in Stony Thursday; Southword; Too Well Away Journal; New Wasteland Magazine; Quail Bell Magazine; The Poetry Collective; Quiver Review; Blazevox Magazine; and The Rational Creature. She has already published a chapbook, titled Continuity Errors in 2010, and a novel, The Quest for Lost Éire, in 2014. She was the featured poet in the inaugural edition of Fishbowl Magazine, and a further novel, In The Days of Ford Cortina will be published in late 2021.