Wasting Instrumental Time
Blow the idyllic horn, set piece asunder
Roving into the special necessity overriding
Goaded by plaintive reasoning, exit left
Weak reasoning gone to heaven before
The academic rescinded to a higher power.
Sitting next to carbon-neutral, smug recollection
Staid circumstance rummaging in a vacated slump
Blown across the country, weakening stance
Excellent deadlines roving through the streets,
Fantastic life afforded, the movement obviated.
Not caring for most, save for a few keepsakes,
Rummaging through the imbibing sacrilege
Remaining a paragon of general annoyance
Dictating the unmined glories gone ahead,
Walked away for acceptance, some bullet point.
This educated nonsense simmers in its own froth
The tired phraseology, the quiet rover kills
The awful arrangement slips on its own shoulder
Needing another eye to ascertain this mess,
Welcoming the anointed to a decrepit work.
How were we to know? Gone before taken
Fluently expecting a repeat performance
Singing in the wilderness and a rotten sky
Wearing a cut-off remark on its sleeve,
The worst is to advertise to sundry creatures.
©2023 Patricia Walsh All rights reserved.
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.