Patricia Walsh
Quarter Past Nine
A distance from sleep, suited to the yearning
on monetarism slights, worst in living memory
this intermittent silence breaks the catcalls
true to form, sent back with documentation.
A luxury washed clean, verbal molestation
calling out for cold water inveigles itself
no show this week, being free and easy
priceless to pay on love with benefits.
Hinging on the awful, best of all worlds
kissing the crone before all that matters
versifying the likelihood of another day
opening private doors to a derisory start.
A tidy occupation, with there were more like you
replying to adverts, kill to reply perhaps?
Deep thinking over an alcoholic situation
drinking any price to avoid communication.
The beloved remains the same, comforting
colouring in the complex, staid over the details
pleased to announce that all shall be well
believed in spite of surgical doubt, whatever.
Greatness is your mission, if you wish to choose it
quality hitting hard despite commitment
nagged and scolded into productivity, maybe
breaking glass would hold up the weather.
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